𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐓, 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 || yandere x f. reader ||

II. ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

behind the letter

( .˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . )

Killain's POV:

My fingers shook as I stared at Y/N and Kaito, standing side by side, alone. My breaths were sharp, and each inhale and exhale hurt my tense body. I didn't move, even as they walked further and further out of eye distance; I couldn't move.

I hated Kaito, with every bone in my body. I hated how he could make girls drop only with a mere smile. I hated his shallow personality, and how his actions always seemed to have ulterior motives.

And there he was, making Y/N laugh so effortlessly. Making the girl I've liked ever since she came to the school laugh.

My therapist told me confrontation wasn't my strong suit, as my 'impulsive' personality often made me act irrationally. So I had to just bite my tongue and admire her from a distance. But Kaito, who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, with everything being handed to him on a platter, could easily wisp her away from a shitty party and run away with her.

I snapped out of my trance once I noticed the couple was no longer anywhere close. But I didn't care. It was probably for the better anyway as I wasn't sure how I'd act if I had to see that mongrel around Y/N any longer.

A metal liquid hit the back of my throat and I realised I was biting my tongue a bit too hard. I relished the taste as I relaxed my body against a brick wall, the dark alleyway comforting me. My mind wandered to Y/N, as it often does.

I first noticed her after school, sitting alone in the library and reading. And then I noticed her the day after, and the next day, and the next. Every day she sat in the same spot at the same time. The books she read often changed, and once she finished one, I decided to read it. I learnt a lot about her through those books; what genres she liked, how much the liked a book, based on the time it took her to read it, and the commonalities in the books gave me more room to draw perceptions of her.

It was the only time in the day I left contempt, the only time I didn't feel the need to rip someone's head off. But one day she stopped showing up, but it wasn't just a day, or a week.

So I brought it upon myself to find out why. I was scared something happened to her. So I soon found out where her dorm was, and I waited for her, from a distance. I was surprised to see her surrounded by a group of other students, smiling. I was more surprised when I saw who those students were.

Then I realised what had happened. Cassie had drawn her long claws and entrapped Y/N as her personal mat. Something to step all over in an effort to make herself feel better.

I've always wondered why Y/N willingly decided to stick with them. I thought it was a faze at first, but when she was still hanging out with them after the winter holidays, I realised maybe that wasn't the case.

Somehow, it intrigued me more; why she was so desperate for companionship that she stuck with the people that made her miserable. And I could see she was miserable.

I loved everything about her, expect her friends. I despised all of them, how they treated her, ignoring her like she was nothing but trash on the street, and to I knew she was far from that. The real her, not the façade she puts up for her friends.

As the cold night breeze hit me I began to fantasize about how I'd kill them. What I would do to make sure it was as slow and painful as possible. I've shared these thoughts with my therapist once, and she insisted I write them down to get rid of them. But they never left, they were always at the back of my mind.

After a while, I realised that there was no point speaking what I actually thought to my therapist, as my parents were just paying her to inform them of every little thing I said.

A sigh left my bloodied mouth, finally releasing battered tongue from sharp teeth.

Soon I would go up to Y/N. Soon I'd introduce myself and she'd forget all about her stupid friends, especially Kaito.

Soon.