Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

38.) Guileless

The first thing (Y/n) noticed were the tall windows. They were long and narrow, with black iron bars across them, and the glass panes were cracked and covered in grime, making it nearly impossible to see outside. Shadows from the trees outside swayed, distorted by the dirty glass, casting jagged shapes that danced along the walls like ghostly figures. Thin, moth-eaten curtains hung limp beside each window, swaying slightly as if something had brushed past them moments ago.

The walls were painted in what might have once been a rich, deep maroon, but now the color was faded and peeling, revealing patches of pale, cracked plaster beneath. Cobwebs draped across the corners like neglected lace, thick with dust, and the faint outline of water damage stained the ceiling. The ceiling itself was low and covered in a texture that resembled popcorn, giving it an unsettling, jagged appearance that seemed to close in on them as they moved deeper into the house.

The floorboards creaked loudly beneath their feet with every step. They were uneven, as though time and weather had warped them over the years. Each groan from the wood felt like a warning that the ground might give way at any moment. The boards were dark, almost black with age and wear, and in some places, (Y/n) could see faint scratches- perhaps from the feet of visitors before them, or something less human.

Dim, flickering lanterns were mounted along the walls, casting long, eerie shadows that stretched and twisted across the floor. The light was just enough to see by, but it left much of the room in darkness, where anything could be lurking. A faint, rhythmic tapping echoed through the house, though its source was impossible to identify.

As they walked further in, the parlor came into view. It was a large, open space filled with decaying furniture. A massive, once-elegant chandelier hung from the ceiling, though several of its glass crystals were missing, and it swayed ever so slightly, as though moved by an invisible hand. Dust motes floated through the air, illuminated by the lanterns' weak light. A large, ornate mirror hung on the wall, its surface cracked and smeared with dirt. Every now and then, (Y/n) thought she saw something move in the reflection, but whenever she looked directly, there was nothing there.

The furniture looked as though it hadn't been touched in decades. A worn, velvet couch sat in the center of the room, its cushions sunken in, with springs poking out at odd angles. The armrests were threadbare, with bits of stuffing spilling out onto the floor. An old, wooden coffee table sat in front of the couch, its surface marred with scratches and deep gouges, as if someone, or something, had clawed at it in desperation.

"Yeesh, this place is... something," Taro muttered, his voice a little shaky as he glanced around, trying to stay calm as if he hadn't seen this house before.

(Y/n) smirked to herself, knowing that despite his bravado, Taro was getting more unnerved by the minute. His hand tightened around hers slightly, and she felt him pull her a little closer.

They ventured deeper into the house, moving from room to room. In one, they found a long hallway lined with portraits. The paintings were of somber-looking figures, their eyes seeming to follow (Y/n) and Taro as they walked by. The frames were chipped, and the canvas in some of the portraits was torn, as though something had slashed at them in a fit of rage. One painting in particular caught (Y/n)'s eye, a woman with pale skin and jet-black hair, her face twisted into a grotesque smile. It reminded her of Aiko. As (Y/n) passed, she swore she saw the woman's lips move, forming a silent whisper.

Taro noticed too. "D-Did that painting just... move?" he whispered, his voice barely audible as he clutched (Y/n)'s hand a little tighter.

Before she could answer, a loud bang echoed through the house, as though something had slammed a door behind them. Taro jumped, instinctively pulling (Y/n) closer, his arm now fully wrapped around hers. "O-Okay, that was loud," he said, his voice betraying his nervousness.