The Demons Within (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

C29 - Heaven

Y/n hated mornings. Having to wake up was such a routinely unpleasant experience, and everything that ensued was even worse.

Slowly stumbling down a flight of stairs, with one misplaced step throwing you so far into the painful pits of hell you'd wish you were never born.

"How am I still alive after all those tumbles, you may ask? Well, they say that... I'm somewhat of a miracle worker myself. "Who's they?" I hear you ask? Its me."

Exposing his body to the cruel whims of the outside world, Y/n made a move on towards Lea and his normal meetup point.

Along the way, he saw several pieces of graffiti slothfully clinging to a few drab walls, enlisting a smile upon his face.

Thinking back to the times when the trio had gone around town and created one piece of graffiti after the next, his smile morphed into a deep frown.

"I can't imagine how much she must have suffered... And that bastard! The things I'd do to him if I could just get my hands upon him! But... it seems like Chlo beat me to it."

He had to admit though, the thought of the frail and kind girl that he knew snuffing the life out of someone shot shivers down his spine.

"Even though he did the things he did to her... killing someone... I dunno... Killing someone seems a bit extreme... no?" He sombrely pondered, shoving his hands into the warm pockets of his jacket lest they get even more battered by the miserable weather.

Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he chose to pick up his pace, wanting to reach his destination as soon as possible. The longer the time he had to spend with Lea, the better.

Turning another corner, a small figure scuttled behind the male, her remaining eye trained upon Y/n's sluggish demeanour.

Her scarred lips bent upwards into a deformed grin, mind ablaze at what she should say when she "coincidentally bumped into him on the way to school".

"Everyone else is no good. They all treat me like a monster... Now that I've gotten rid of... that I've given Lea peace... I can finally show Y/n that I'm still the Chloe that he knew!"

Impatiently tapping his foot against the concrete below, the brunet—for what seemed to be the millionth time—pulled out his phone from his pocket, eyes staring at the built-in clock.

"Where is she...? It's not like her to be so late," Y/n mumbled, his eyes darting towards the road that the crimson-orbed girl usually used.

Normally, if Lea couldn't meet up with him, she'd call him before hand to give him ample notice... but she hadn't today.

Y/n leaned up against a colourful wall, a large skyscraper reaching towards the heavens and connected to the deepest pits of hell, supporting his weight.

Hearing a familiar voice, Y/n's emerald orbs widened slightly, his head snapping to the origin of the sound.

And there she was.

There... There she was...

Well, at least most of her was.

"Fucking hell. My god. That bastard."

Unconsciously tightening his hands, he attempted to put on a smile for his best friend who had suffered so much but ultimately failed, his countenance downcast equipped with a large frown.

Chloe remained unperturbed by his expression, jumping on the boy and enveloping him in a hug, her short arms struggling to encompass his whole body.

Speechless, Y/n slowly tilted his head downwards towards the orange-haired girl who was currently clinging tightly to his body, sensing how her hands trembled, and her remaining eye began to well.