𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Polaroid Photos

CTTO: rehji

yandere! camilo madrigal x male! reader

Summary: You discovered your friend's photo collection, and it wasn't a very pleasant discovery.

Content Warning(s): yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, unauthorized taking of pictures, nonconsensual touching, implied kidnapping.

Rated: mature. (This oneshot has been rated as mature because it has disturbing themes, not because it has NSFW/18+ elements! Please don't sexualize Camilo, he's only 15 years old.)

⠀⠀It was a daily occurrence. Every morning, Camilo would pay (Y/n) a visit, barge into his room and nag him to visit him at his casita. Then, (Y/n) would groan, pulling his blanket over his face before he murmured, "Cinco minutos más," Knowing Camilo, he won't give up until he successfully managed to tug (Y/n) away from his bed, and after annoying him in the morning, he would take his leave and do his usual service work for the village.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Honestly, (Y/n) couldn't understand why he would do that, and more importantly, why his parents even let Camilo come inside to ruin his morning. Though as annoying as it was, there were some benefits to his habit as well—such as: getting up earlier in the morning, and... actually, that was it.

⠀⠀⠀Hence here he was.

⠀⠀⠀Yawning whilst rubbing his eyes, he headed towards casita. Then, the (h/c)-haired boy halted before la casita's front door, he dusted off his long-sleeved shirt whilst he raised his arm. He was about to knock on the front door, but instead, stumbled on his feet as the door unexpectedly opened. His eyes caught the sight of the shorter boy who had curly dark auburn hair, and his contrasting yellow ruana.

⠀⠀⠀⠀A teasing smirk made its way on the curly-haired boy's lips as he caught the taller boy, "Buenas tardes, (Y/n),"

⠀⠀⠀⠀The said boy sighed in slight annoyance as he collected himself back onto his feet, "It's buenos días. It's still nine o'clock in the morning," His (e/c) hues met with Camilo's juniper-green ones, "Gosh, you really should ditch this annoying habit of yours," (Y/n) proceeded to grumble though his foot brought him towards Camilo's room, "Why do you even wake me up if you're just going to let me continue sleep in your room?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Camilo trailed behind the (h/c)-haired boy, small leaps in between his steps as if to show he was excited, "Why not? You look funny when you sleep,"

⠀⠀⠀⠀(Y/n) stared at him in annoyance—it wasn't because he hated nor disliked Camilo, they were friends for as long as he could remember, rather it was because he wasn't a morning person, at all. And Camilo knew, he knew the taller boy was snappy and grumpy in the morning hence he didn't let his irritable attitude bother him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I'm just joking, señor grumpy-pants. You can go ahead and sleep in my room, I still have some tasks to do!" Camilo chirped playfully as he strutted away from the other boy, heading to the village to do—which (Y/n) would assume—his service work.

⠀⠀⠀⠀(Y/n) sighed as he lightly pushed the door to Camilo's room before he entered his room, unaware at the motive behind his actions.

⠀The sound of the door creaking rang throughout the room, shooking the (h/c)nette awake. Yawning, he stretched his arms as he collected himself up on the bed. He fluttered his eyes open slowly, allowing them time to adjust to the blinding string of light coming from the opened door. He groaned as he held a hand close to his face, avoiding to stare directly to the source of light.