Only for you {Yandere boys x Female reader}

Seven cups

Saturday:

Upon stepping inside the small cafe, Y/N was greeted by the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of relaxed conversations. The walls were painted in warm, earthy tones—muted greens, deep browns, and creams—complemented by wooden floors and rustic beams across the ceiling. Fairy lights twinkled gently above her. The space was small and intimate, with plush, mismatched armchairs and cozy booths tucked into corners by small tables.

Along one wall, there's a wooden counter lined with pastries and desserts displayed under glass domes: croissants, scones, and freshly baked muffins. The barista smiled from behind an espresso machine. Shelves behind the counter are filled with jars of loose-leaf teas, coffee beans, and handmade ceramics for sale.

Y/N spotted Brooklyn sitting in a corner next to a bookshelf filled with well-loved books and a red brick fireplace. Succulents and potted plants dot the space, giving it a fresh, vibrant feel. The atmosphere was quiet and calm, with soft jazz music playing in the background.

"Y/n!" Brooklyn exclaimed, jumping out of the soft armchair.

Two arms entangled around her, pulling her into a hug. Y/N smiled and relaxed into her friend's embrace. After a moment, the two friends sat down by the fireplace.

Brooklyn had her blonde hair loosely gathered in a messy bun on top of her head, with a few soft strands escaping to frame her face. Her warm, expressive brown eyes reflected the flickering light of the fire, giving them an even deeper glow. She was dressed in a cozy, oversized sweater, made of a soft, knit fabric in a gentle, pastel color. The sleeves were long, covering her hands. She sat curled up in the chair, dark blue jeans tucked beneath her, smiling brightly at her friend.

The girls jiggled and chatted for hours, as if they hadn't seen each other in years.

Topics bounced from family to books they enjoyed, how Y/N's therapy was proceeding, the new schools, social awkwardness that they both possessed, boys, teachers they hate, and much more. It was if time wasn't a concept to them.

..........

The bell chimed as the front door was open, and Y/N and Brooklyn subconsciously looked over to the front of the store. Y/N started laughing and buried her face in her hands, embarrassed. Her friend understood immediately. Leaning closer, she whispered, "Those are the guys you've been telling me about, right?"

Y/N nodded and looked up at the group of boys entering the store. Kou was wearing a pale-yellow shirt, soft and slightly oversized, tucked casually into a pair of light blue, baggy jeans. The shirt complemented his eyes, bringing out their golden hue even more. Goosebumps lined his arms, reminding him never to forget a jacket again. His hands were casually sunk in his pockets as he looked over the array of treats in the display case.

Jackson stood next to Kou, looking over the menu above the case. He was dressed in a black moto jacket, nicer than anything Y/N had seen him wear before. The leather was shiny, and he'd popped the collar, framing his jawline. Underneath the jacket, he wore a simple faded, sage green shirt, frayed at the end. His black cargo pants were beat up and had small rips around his knees. His messy black hair looked even more unkept than usual, tousled as if he hadn't brushed it in a week.

Y/N's eyes filled with renewed hope as she saw Tristan standing by the door talking to Chris. He was dressed casually, wearing a dark red, long-sleeve rugby shirt that was slightly loose, with white accents at the collar. The rich color of the shirt contrasted with his tan khakis, which fit him comfortably. Like usual, his posture was slightly slouched, and his light brown hair was neatly combed. Despite looking put together, Y/N could tell something was wrong. His complexion was pale and chalky, with a subtle sheen of sweat on his forehead. His light red eyes were tinged with fatigue, making them appear even more striking against his otherwise soft features. His lips were slightly parted, as if he's trying to catch his breath.