Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

40.) Desolation

(Y/n) pulled her shirt up over her nose, the fabric doing little to block the smoke that clawed at her lungs. Every breath was harsh and shallow, the acrid taste of burning chemicals filling her throat. She'd been running for what felt like an eternity, her legs burning with each step, but the fire- bright, roaring, and merciless- seemed to grow closer with every second.

The corn stalks whipped past her face, leaving angry welts and small cuts on her skin, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins numbed her to the pain. Her focus was razor-sharp, and the only sound she could hear was the crackling of the fire ahead. Still, she called out, her voice hoarse and desperate.

"Taro! TARO!"

Her shouts were swallowed by the roar of the flames, but she kept calling, praying that he could hear her. She pushed forward, her feet barely making contact with the dirt as she ran. The fire was a terrible guide, shortening the distance in its own destructive way, but it was all she had.

Then, as if by some cruel twist of fate, she stumbled into a large clearing.

The flames surrounded her, dancing and flickering with an almost malevolent intent, but they were nothing compared to the sight before her.

Taro.

He was there, lying in the middle of the path, his body motionless as the flames encircled him. The world seemed to freeze around her. Her heart pounded, her breath caught in her throat, and for a split second, the noise of the fire dimmed.

Time slowed.

She didn't think, didn't hesitate.

As if on autopilot, she rushed to him, her knees hitting the scorched ground as she leaned over his limp body. Her trembling hands reached for his face, and she gently slapped his cheek, trying to wake him. Her fingers shook as they brushed over the burns and cuts that covered him. He was bleeding- there was so much blood that she couldn't tell what was already cauterized and what wasn't.

"Taro," she whispered, her voice a frantic plea. "Hey, hey... wake up. Taro. Please, wake up."

She slapped his cheek again, a little harder this time, desperation seeping into her every movement. His eyelids fluttered, opening slightly, but his gaze was unfocused. The heat of the flames distorted everything around them, making it impossible for him to see her. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded with pain and confusion. He was barely conscious, if at all.

The fire was closing in.

(Y/n) coughed, the smoke finally overpowering her as she tried to speak again. "I'm going to get us out of here, okay? I know the way to the entrance, but you have to work with me." Her voice cracked as she spoke, more to herself than to him. She didn't know if he could hear her, but she had to keep talking, had to keep believing she could save him.

Her fingers dug into his arms, and with all the strength she had left, she began dragging him away from the encroaching flames. The heat was unbearable, licking at her back and legs, the roar of the fire growing louder, deafening.

She coughed again, the smoke thick in her throat, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop.

The heat was unbearable. Fire nipped at her exposed skin, and (Y/n) flinched with each searing brush of the flames. The pain was fleeting, insignificant compared to the task at hand, but the boy in her grasp, Taro, was limp, dead weight in her arms. His eyes fluttered shut again, the brief glimmer of consciousness fading as his body sagged.

"Come on, Taro," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the fire.

She heaved him through the maze, the burning stalks of corn looming like sinister shadows around them. Her vision blurred as smoke filled her lungs, choking every breath. The air was thick and stinging her eyes, but she refused to stop. Each step felt like wading through quicksand, her legs trembling with the effort to keep going.