Casualties (Yandere Males x Reader)

[10] Distorted Tunes

"Meet her?" Utari repeated with a tilt of his head. Then, his lips curved into an ebullient smile and he enthusiastically nodded his head. "I'd love to! Ah, but is this a good time? You said before that today was a bad day for her."

The woman placed a hand on her chin, expression pensive. "True, true. Guess I need to drag her out––"

"Mum?"

A soft and almost inaudible voice called out. It sounded so fleeting that Utari had almost missed it. He looked over to the set of stairs on his right and noticed a young girl there.

The woman turned around, a welcoming grin across her lips. "(Y/n)! Finally out of your room, huh?"

Gaze kept low, shoulders slouched, tired eyes, and fatigued movements; it was clear that the girl was having a difficult time being on par with her mother's high-spirited nature. The girl nodded sedately and her eyes happened to meet Utari's.

Her expression displayed a mix of puzzlement and discomfort. "...Should I come back later?"

The woman shook her head dismissively. She stood up and walked over to her daughter. "We're not being shy in this household. Come say hi and sit down, I'll prepare you something to eat."

Leaving no room for protest, the mother ushered her daughter forward and made her take a seat across Utari. The girl simply sighed quietly. Saying no to her mother was practically impossible.

When the woman disappeared off into the kitchen, the girl slowly met Utari's eyes. She managed a short greeting and a tired smile before her gaze dropped down to her legs. She didn't display any intentions of initiating further conversation with the boy.

Utari wasn't sure if he should speak or allow the silence to continue. It was clear that she didn't want to talk, however, he felt guilty for remaining silent when he knew she was in low spirits. He wanted to offer potential words of comfort or maybe start a lively conversation to take her mind off things. But, with such little context of her situation, he felt like it wouldn't be as effective.

"Hey, so..." Though her voice was very soft-spoken, Utari's attention was immediately captured by the sound of it. "Sorry if this comes across as rude, but who are you? The bakery should be closed by now so..."

"Oh, I'm not anyone special. Your mother was kind enough to let me in because I seemed lost." Well, that wasn't exactly the truth. But, it would be odd to suddenly say that it was because he was seen crying. "My name is Utari Kashi, what's yours?"

"Uhm, well. It's (L/n) (Y/n)."

Utari smiled. "It's nice to meet you!"

The girl did her best to return the boy's bright smile. "Yeah, though. I wish it was at a better time," she said ruefully.

"What do you mean?"

The girl looked as if she was going to explain before her posture slumped. She shook her head. "Don't worry about it."

Utari didn't want to pry, but he also didn't want to ignore her sad expression. The boy's mind searched for a means of comforting the girl before he landed on an idea.

"Hey, do you like the guitar?"

The girl gave him a confused look. "The guitar? Uhm, I think it sounds nice. I'm sorry, I'm not too invested in music."

Utari nodded before he presented his guitar case to (Y/n). He did so with such radiant proudness you'd think he was showing off a trophy. "Well, I'm basically obsessed with it," he said along with a giggle.

The girl laughed softly at his words. "Well, I think having a hobby that you're passionate about is good."

"Do you have any hobbies?"