Yandere One-Shots (Volume 6)

Yandere Reimu/Marisa/Keine/Mokou X Male Rinnosuke Morichika Reader

(The familiar scent of old books and ancient artifacts filled the air of Kourindou, Y/N Morichika's beloved store. The half-youkai man stood behind the counter, adjusting a few odd trinkets he had collected from both Gensokyo and the outside world. His shop was filled with a mix of mysterious relics and modern items, but few customers ever showed up. That suited him just fine; he enjoyed the solitude, the quiet moments of reflection, and the gentle atmosphere.)

(But today felt different. There was a strange tension in the air, and it wasn't long before Y/N realized why. His heart sank slightly when he heard the familiar sound of the sliding door creaking open. He knew who it was before even looking up—Reimu Hakurei.)

Reimu: Hey, Y/N.

(Reimu's voice was calm, but there was something in her tone that made him uneasy. The shrine maiden stepped into the shop, her red and white outfit fluttering slightly as she moved. Her eyes, however, were fixed on him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.)

Y/N: Reimu.

Reimu: You're always so busy with this shop. I thought you might like a visit.

Y/N: I appreciate the visit, but... is there something you need?

Reimu: Need? No, not really. I just wanted to see you.

(Before Y/N could respond, the door opened again, and in walked another familiar figure—Marisa Kirisame. The lively witch grinned as she strode into the shop, her usual carefree attitude masking something more dangerous.)

Marisa: Yo, Kourin! Didn't expect to see Reimu here. Looks like I got some competition, huh?

Y/N: (brow furrows) Competition?

(Marisa walked over to the counter, her eyes scanning the room before landing on him.)

Marisa: Oh, you know. You've been spending a lot of time alone lately, Kourin. Figured it's time someone kept you company.

(Y/N opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, the door slid open yet again. This time, it was Keine Kamishirasawa, the history teacher of Gensokyo. Her presence was more composed than Marisa's or Reimu's, but her eyes held a softness that made Y/N equally uncomfortable.)

Keine: I hope I'm not interrupting.

Y/N: Keine...

(Y/N murmured, feeling the room grow more crowded. He had never felt this suffocated before, even though these women had always been a part of his life. Today, however, their presence felt heavier, more intense.)

Keine: You've been spending too much time alone, Rinnosuke. It's not healthy. You should let us take care of you.

(Y/N glanced between Reimu, Marisa, and Keine, his unease growing by the second. Something was wrong. Something about the way they looked at him, the way they spoke—it wasn't just concern. It was something darker, more possessive.)

Y/N: I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. Really, there's no need to worry.

Marisa: (grins) Oh, but we do worry, Kourin. After all, you mean so much to us.

Reimu: (intensely) You don't have to do everything on your own. Let us help you. We're the only ones who understand you.

(Before Y/N ould respond, the door slid open one last time, and Fujiwara no Mokou entered the shop. The immortal woman's piercing red eyes scanned the room, her gaze locking onto Rinnosuke with a mixture of affection and possessiveness.)

Y/N: Mokou...

Mokou: You've been too quiet lately. I don't like it when you distance yourself, Y/N.

(Y/N swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Why were they all here? Why were they acting like this? He had known these women for years, but never had he felt this level of intensity from them.)

Y/N: I'm not distancing myself, I just... need some time to myself, that's all.

Reimu: (smiles) We're here for you, Y/N. You don't need to be alone.

Marisa: (grins wickedly) You're ours, after all.

Keine: (nods) We care about you more than anyone else ever could.

(Y/N's heart raced as he looked around the room. The air felt thick with tension, and he realized there was no way out. Each of these women had their own reasons for being here, their own feelings toward him—but all of them shared one thing in common: they weren't going to let him go. Before he could say anything more, Mokou stepped forward, her hand reaching out to gently brush against his arm.)

Mokou: You're not going anywhere, Y/N. We'll make sure of that.

(Y/N tensed at her touch, but he didn't move. His mind was spinning, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't confront all of them at once, not without making things worse. But at the same time, he couldn't ignore the dark glint in their eyes—the possessiveness that seemed to radiate from all of them.)

Reimu: (softly) You've always been ours. And now, you'll never be alone again.

(As Y/N stood there, surrounded by the women who had once been his friends, he realized that things would never be the same. The warmth and camaraderie he had once felt toward them had twisted into something more sinister. They weren't just looking out for him—they wanted to control him, to keep him all to themselves.)

(And no matter how hard he tried to escape, he knew deep down that they wouldn't let him go.)