all the things i did just so i could call you mine
Trigger Warnings - self harm, cutting, drug use, child abandoment ( metioned ), nudeness, blowjob ( metioned ), death, murder, graphic death, mulation, described blood, graphic volience, amputation, bones, gore, torture, beating, drugging ( kind of? ), homelessness ( mentioned ), knife volience, bat volience, mental illnesss, parental neglect and abuse ( hinted ), physical assult.
I dont know if the lack of sleep, but I kind of wanted to gag at what I wrote. Just be very careful when reading.
_______Oikawa never felt more inraged in his whole life. Every single inconvenience kept fueling the flame. He was frustrated with y/n. He couldn't wrap his head around how they weren't coming to him as everyone else would be. He constantly was trying to explain something incommunicable. Y/n was slipping through his fingers - he was losing control of them.
He thought he would have had her by this morning's practice. That she would come apologizing to him about how he was right. That she needed him - only him. She choose to ignore him last night, opting to end the call before it even started. Oikawa was pretty sure she didn't even realize it was him calling her last night. He was angry that she did that which was the start of the flame. A small one, but it kept burning brighter throughout practice.
He took his sweet time in the storage closet. Sorting throughout the cones that lay around. When she came in, he took his chance to remind her what she did with Kunimi. He made sure y/n knew about how he knew about the blow job yesterday. She should feel guilty and shameful of her actions. She didn't react the way he wanted her to.
Oikawa knew he was the one who made up the whole lie about Kumini's girlfriend. He never had one, even throughout their junior high years. Oikawa was the one who wrote the nasty message on his white car in his own blood from his hand. He remembered the tingling pain from dragging the pocket knife across his palm. He only did that because he cornered Kunimi in the locker room after everybody left to start practice. Kunimi, knowing he was weaker - mentally and physically, told the upperclassman boy everything. He crumpled under the pressure. He told Oikawa every little detail, even down to how he felt while y/n gave him head. Even told him, it was y/n's first time as well.
Kunimi was messing around with Oikawa's girl.
His girl.
He was angry throughout Tuesday. Everybody around him could sense it, he knew it. All his friends kept a distance from him. It was a natural response for them to do so. They knew about his rage episodes were something that couldn't be stopped, and best to not get in his way until he calms down. They have only got glimpses of his anger, never truly experiencing the full effects of it.
Hajime - his childhood best friend, experienced it the most. He grew up with him and was often the backlash of these episodes. Usually, a loss in a match would be the start. Oikawa would slowly begin to break down. When the two boys would finally be in a private place, Oikawa would grab any item he would get his hands on and throw it around the room. Hajime would stand there, staring at him in utter shock every single time. Oikawa would scream and cry until he lost his voice. Huge tears would flow down his cheeks; his throat tightening. One of his biggest breakdowns was in their last year of junior high. He couldn't take the jealousy and fear anymore and tried hitting a younger student. Hajime had to step in during that time due to someone being in danger. Hajime would usually watch these episodes since there was nothing he could do. If he did anything, he would most likely take a beating from his best friend. Oikawa knew Hajime realized how unstable he was. He knew his best friend feared him sometimes. Oikawa didn't care - he never will.
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