Stay With Me ~ Yandere Masky x Reader ~

Chapter 7 ~ Autumn Air ~

The first thing you noticed was sunlight leaking onto your face. With a small groan you shifted the sheets over your eyes, sleep over taking you for a brief moment. It was quiet. You could hear in the distance through the windows the sounds of birds rising up over the trees. And then you remembered.

You jolted, not sitting up, but ripping the sheets from your face and blinding your one eye that lay exposed. You controlled your breathing, monitored it like prey would when hiding from a predator. Slowly, you eased your head up from the pillow and glanced down at the very space you'd last seen him.

At first, you stared with wide, glassy eyes still weary with sleep. He sat up right towards you, an old crochet blanket covering his lap. You faltered for a second, just silently staring back when it dawned on you- he was asleep. He'd fallen asleep sitting up. Looking at you....

You grimaced at the thought as you continued to scan his figure. The mask was still on but it hung slightly skewed, a peak of his lower jaw visible to you. He had stubble, small patches of dark brown stubble. It was so human of him, so mundane of him to have. It didn't seem right, you were so stuck on the fact that maggots could come falling out from behind that mask or some hideous creature lurked beneath it that it was hard for you to conceptualize that Tim was a man, a human being. Like you, like anyone. Likewise was the rest of him. Sure, you'd seen him with those usual tank tops he wore, but you'd never really noticed how actually strong he was. It was plain as day, but now it was even more evident. You wouldn't deny that he was a conventionally attractive build, but the hell if you were ever going to give the man a hint of what you thought. Broad shoulders, small hints of hair on his chest that were hard to notice. You paused on the scratch carved across his left shoulder. It was irritated, red but not bleeding-

"Can I help you?"

You startled, eyes jerking up to meet his which were now open. He didn't move, his head still slightly angled down from his sleeping position as he held eye contact. It was intimidating, those dark eyes looking up at you through that mask as you prayed he didn't notice the very obvious way it seemed you were checking him out. The sunlight peaked through for a second and highlighted peaking strands of still half dried hair poking out. At this you tried your best to play it safe, keeping a straight face as you scrambled to say something.

"You're hurt." At this your eyes trailed to the scratch on his shoulder. His eyes furrowed as he then sat up right more, glancing over at the wound and motioning towards it apathetically. "It's nothing." His voice was still heavy with sleep and that usual deep candor it carried was more noticeable than ever. You swallowed, that disgusting taste of morning breath coming to you as you both sat in silence for a moment.

He stared back, still taken aback by the fact that you had even cared enough to mention such a small wound. He cleared his throat for a second, shifting forward and leaning onto his legs to subtly stretch his arms which had fallen asleep. He didn't even know when he'd fallen asleep himself but he couldn't let this happen again. You watching him meant that you could've been awake for some time, and with time asleep he knew he was vulnerable to you.

"Why did you sleep in here?" You asked it quietly. He paused his movements, glancing back up at you with that same look. That look that was so hard to read, so blank and yet so intense that you couldn't ever tell if this was the time you'd stepped over the line or not. But it seemed you either had an awful amount of good luck or something else because every time you had your doubts, he for some reason always entertained your prodding questions.

"Does everything have to have a reason for you?" He blankly asked. You merely stared back. Was it ridiculous of you to ask a very valid question on why the man who'd kidnapped you was now suddenly sleeping in the same room as you? "You wanted to. Why?" He didn't respond for a moment and those unreadable eyes were making you very uneasy. It was obvious he'd wanted to- nobody would choose a hard cold floor over a couch. And nobody would very likely choose a hard cold floor over a bed.