Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

33.) Lapse

(Y/n) stood beside Keiji, sleeves rolled up, ready to assist in the dinner preparations. Despite her initial reluctance, she had been roped into helping by the ever-enthusiastic Keiji, who had already decided that tonight's meal would be something special. Riku's favorite: calzones. She smiled to herself, amused by the orange haired boy's relentless excitement.

Kai, on the other hand, wasn't as thrilled. He sat on one of the bar stools, his arms crossed, glaring in Keiji's direction. It was clear he wasn't enjoying Keiji's constant energy, but Keiji either didn't notice or didn't care. He handed (Y/n) the dry ingredients: flour, sugar, yeast, and salt while getting to work on the filling himself, chopping sausage and peppers with practiced ease.

As they worked, Keiji kept up a steady stream of chatter, talking about how excited he was to have her over, how they'd have to do a movie marathon later, and how he could whip up her favorite dessert if she stayed long enough tomorrow. His voice was light and playful, but then his curiosity shifted. He asked, almost offhandedly, "So what brings you over here? Didn't expect to see you until Monday."

(Y/n) paused, her hands deep in the dough, her movements slowing. "Riku... saved me from three men," she said quietly, not looking up.

The air in the room shifted instantly. Keiji's knife stopped mid-slice, hovering in the air as if suspended in time. His usual jovial expression hardened, and for the first time since she'd arrived, (Y/n) saw the seriousness in his eyes. Even Kai, who had been sulking on the sidelines, straightened up, his gaze locking onto Keiji in apprehension.

"Three men?" Keiji's voice had lost its usual lightness. He set the knife down, turning his full attention to (Y/n). His face was devoid of the usual smile, replaced by a flat, unreadable expression.

"Yeah," (Y/n) said, shrugging as she kneaded the dough. "I don't know who they were, but Riku got there just in time."

Kai's gaze sharpened. She told him about this earlier, but he realized he didn't really press for information. "What did they look like?" he asked, leaning forward, clearly wanting more information.

"They all had blue hair and these... strange yellow-green eyes," (Y/n) recalled, furrowing her brow as she thought back to the incident. "They were older than us by a few years. Maybe mid-twenties?"

Keiji and Kai exchanged a glance, one that spoke a thousand words without either of them saying anything out loud. Something about her description had clicked, and it made both boys tense.

"Did they say what they wanted?" Keiji asked after a beat, his voice flatter than usual as he resumed slicing the sausage, though his movements were slower, more deliberate.

(Y/n) shook her head, adding water and oil to the flour mixture as she spoke. "No, they didn't. They didn't have weapons or anything, though."

Kai scoffed from his seat, his golden eyes narrowing. "They didn't need weapons. Three grown men against a teenage girl? They could've overpowered you easily." His tone was bitter, the words harsher than he probably intended.

(Y/n) shot him a glare, her hands now working the dough with more force. "I totally could've taken them on," she said, half-joking as she punched the dough like it was one of the men. Her frustration bled into her movements, a cathartic release of everything that had been weighing on her since the incident.

Keiji let out a small chuckle, the tension in the room easing slightly as he turned on the stove to brown the filling. "With moves like that, maybe you could," he teased, though there was still an underlying seriousness in his tone.

(Y/n) glanced around the kitchen, her expression suddenly serious as she made sure it was just the three of them in the room. Once she was certain, she began speaking, her voice low. "Something... alarming did happen after the men showed up."