The Demons Within (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

C8 - Liquor

"My father has been bugging me to invite you over for some food. Apparently, he was quite good friends with your father and wanted to check up on how you were getting along."

The small, orange-haired girl looked up from the book that was loosely held within her hands and looked over to Y/n.

Chloe's expression stiffened for a few moments, then quickly returned to normal as she thought about the proposal for a few seconds.

Going over to Y/n's house would give her an excuse to delay her return home for as long as possible.

Even though that woman usually didn't arrive home until late, even being in that apartment was an arduous task for the small girl.

The whole abode was chock-full of painful recollections for Chloe, and the lurking black figure certainly wouldn't give her a moment's rest by vividly reminding her of those memories.

Staying outside of the apartment wasn't really an option for the frail child, who was weak to the elements and lacked the energy to move around much.

Chloe stared at Y/n before giving a small nod in response to his invitation, resulting in a beaming smile blooming upon his visage.

The small, orange-haired girl had been enjoying her experience at the new school she had been attending, finding the material to be a definite improvement from what she was taught at her previous institution.

Furthermore, thanks to the boy sitting next to her, the number of unpleasant experiences caused by her classmates had certainly dwindled indeed.

It wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say that Chloe trusted the kind Y/n more than any other person as of now.

After the school day had ended, Chloe met up with the black-haired boy and began their walk towards his house, which happened to be in the same direction as her apartment was.

Although it wasn't nearly as far as her abode was.

While they walked together, Y/n made no waste of the time he had with her, rambling on about a few series that he'd recently read and which parts he liked and disliked, sometimes nodding in agreement with what he had to say.

Just like when she was reading books, listening to the boy's words had enlisted her into a calm state, her past trauma forgotten about for a short moment.

Slowing himself down to match her pace was also something Chloe appreciated. Having a weak body combined with her left leg's previous injury, which had left her with some residual pain, her walking pace was certainly not up to par with normal people.

Around ten minutes of talking later, they approached a medium-sized house, prompting Y/n to reach into his bag's pockets and pull out the door key.

The front yard had been neatly taken care of, and a few colourful plants placed beside the door helped make the house look more vibrant from the outside.

Compared to Chloe's concrete complex, the difference was like night and day.

The moment the bright blue door swung open, Chloe started to realise how unnatural her life had been up until this point.

A pail whine shrieked from a rusty metal door, which slowly crept open to reveal a small apartment.

The sun behind the girl leaked into the gloomy space, vanquishing the darkness that had taken hold over her place of residence.

Shards of glass and clothes haphazardly laid on the ground, stains of all colours littering the grey walls as a laugh track sounded out from just around the corner.