Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

12.) Petrichor

(Y/n) and Riku walked side by side in silence, their footsteps echoing softly against the pavement. The sky had grown ominously dark, and (Y/n) glanced up nervously, hoping to beat the impending rain. Riku's motives for accompanying her were unknown, but his quiet presence had become a strange comfort. As they continued, the first few raindrops began to fall, lightly at first but quickly escalating into a steady downpour.

"Great," (Y/n) muttered, groaning as the rain went through her clothes. She looked over at Riku, who seemed unfazed, his face tilted up to the sky as the rain fell on him. It was as if he welcomed the water.

The rain soon intensified, and (Y/n) cursed under her breath. Without a second thought, she grabbed Riku by the wrist and pulled him toward a nearby café. They dashed through the rain, the cold droplets pelting them relentlessly. By the time they reached the café, both were damp.

Inside, the warmth and coziness of the café offered immediate relief. (Y/n) huffed, trying to catch her breath, her clothes clinging to her damply. Riku, still silent, stared out at the downpour, seemingly lost in thought. (Y/n) took a moment to survey their surroundings, noting the café's quiet ambiance. The soft hum of background music and the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee created a serene atmosphere.

She walked over to an empty table and sat down, slouching in the chair and letting her (h/c) hair fall back to dry. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth. After a few moments, she heard the seat in front of her move.

Opening her eyes, (Y/n) saw Riku sitting across from her, his attention focused on a small notebook. He was scribbling something with a concentrated expression. Curious, (Y/n) leaned forward, trying to see what he was drawing. To her surprise, she saw a sketch of herself, captured in the exact pose she had been in moments ago, head tilted back and hair cascading down.

"That's really good," she said, genuinely impressed by his talent. Riku glanced up briefly, acknowledging her compliment with a nod before returning to his sketch, shading in the details with precise strokes.

(Y/n) rested her elbows on the table, watching him work. "Why don't you just write in the notebook?" she asked, genuinely curious about his silence. Once again, she received no answer. Riku's focus remained on his drawing, his pencil moving deftly across the page.

She sighed softly, glancing around the café. The place was quaint, with mismatched chairs and a variety of art pieces hanging on the walls. A few other patrons were scattered around, some engrossed in their laptops, others chatting quietly over steaming mugs of coffee. The atmosphere was comforting, a stark contrast to the chaos of the mall and the storm outside.

She observed Riku for a while longer, fascinated by his skill and the quiet intensity with which he worked. He was so focused, so absorbed in his art, that she felt a pang of envy. She wished she could lose herself in something as completely as he did.

(Y/n) sighed, looking out the window to watch the raindrops trail along the glass in mesmerizing patterns. The world outside seemed distant, blurred by the rain, and her thoughts wandered aimlessly. "How do you communicate with anyone?" she asked absentmindedly, her mind drifting to Reina. She wondered how someone like Riku managed to connect with others despite his silence.

Riku perked up at her question, his chocolate eyes softening as he looked at her. His chair scooted back slightly, the sound catching (Y/n)'s attention. His footsteps could be heard echoing away and she sighed inwardly, thinking she might have scared him off. Her mind raced with possible ideas on how to bridge the gap between them. Maybe she could learn sign language, or perhaps there were other ways they could connect without words.