Philophobia (Yandere! Sugawara X Reader)

| Part LVI: Who's Loyal To You? |

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I didn't really know what Sugawara meant. Not then. 

But upon looking up at him... the way he'd been watching me, all while still gently holding my hand... it was terrifying. 

More than that, I could still tell. He didn't have to utter a word, and yet I could still infer. I could still tell that I'll be over for. He has me all figured out... and I bet he can't wait to sink his teeth into me.

And I get it! I've messed up! But... But it isn't my fault... My mind is broken, and I can't help it, so...

Why? 

...Why are my parents dead...?!

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After my conversation with Sugawara... I didn't know what to think. I didn't know how to feel. I didn't know anything. And I don't know if I can handle being at that school for much longer... but I can already anticipate what my parents will say to that proposition. 

So as I continued to step forward, towards my home, I reached for the door handle. 

"I'm home..." I drawled out, beginning to recall today's events as soon as I went inside. They have no idea... my family has no idea about how much trouble I've gotten myself into recently.

"Mom, dad. I'm home." I restated again, only to have never received a response. They've never done that before. So, after slipping off my shoes, I clenched my satchel and stepped over the footrest. 

"Helloooo?" I pursued. Needless to say, I was beginning to grow a little annoyed. Things seemed still. Surprisingly quiet. Mom would normally be greeting me at the door with a silly smile plastered on her face. 

And as for my dad, it'd be completely understandable if he were locked in his room; eyes glued to his screen. He does have to write for a living, after all. 

After a few moments of weighing the possibilities in my mind, I oriented my body towards the front room. It was then did I begin to hear a feminine voice. A feminine... cry? 

Someone was crying? So, with haste, I stepped and step into the direction of the cry. My anxiety had only begun to heighten and heighten after I'd turned the corner-- scared of what it may be that I'll have to face next. 

My eyes then widened. I couldn't comprehend-- no I couldn't fathom what my eyes had been processing.