Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

44.) Evasion

It had been about a week since the fire, and by Friday night, (Y/n) was thoroughly miserable in the hospital bed. The daily routine of building her lung strength, body strength, and vocal strength had left her physically drained and emotionally numb. The sterile walls of the hospital were closing in on her, the monotony gnawing at her with each passing hour.

She had visitors, though. The boys showed up regularly, keeping her company, and even Emi had stopped by once after school. (Y/n) could still remember Emi's grimace when she took in the sight of the bandages.

"Those do not suit your features at all..." was the first thing Emi said, her tone laced with that signature bluntness (Y/n) had come to expect.

But the real surprise had come from a visit by Mao and the kids. Satomi and Akemi had been all over her, their little hands touching her bandages with innocent curiosity, not fully grasping why their teenage friend was in such a fragile condition. Despite the chaos, their presence had brought a much-needed warmth into the sterile room, a temporary escape from the overwhelming silence.

Her father, however, had been a rare sight. It seemed he was too consumed with the investigation, barely finding time to visit. It was almost as if he wanted to get to the bottom of it more than she did. Still, (Y/n) found some comfort in knowing he was fighting for justice. He was relentless, determined to find the truth behind the fire.

Luckily for (Y/n), her mother had been a constant presence, visiting her every night without fail. Sometimes, she'd even spend the night, bringing a calm presence that (Y/n) desperately clung to.

Of all her friends, Riku visited the most. It was always a challenge to get the quiet boy out of the room when visiting hours were over. He'd linger as long as he could, watching her with those soft brown eyes, offering his silent company. His presence had become a sort of anchor for her, a reminder that she wasn't as alone as she felt.

Surprisingly, Souta was the second most frequent visitor. He came by more than Reina, his demeanor calm but always watchful. He had this analytical way of looking at her, but it never felt like he was analyzing her. It was more like he was scrutinizing the boys around her. Whenever Keiji or Riku got too close, Souta would step in, sometimes casually, other times more directly.

If anyone even mentioned the night of the fire, Souta would immediately cut them off with a scolding tone, redirecting the conversation. At first, (Y/n) had been confused by it, but in time, she appreciated the way he shielded her from the haunting memory. She didn't want to think about that night- how everything had spiraled out of control, how Taro was gone.

Keiji, on the other hand, never visited alone. He was almost always accompanied by Yuuto, the two a strange duo of chaotic energy and annoyed tension. But having both Souta and Yuuto in the room at once left (Y/n) feeling oddly uneasy. They both had this habit of keeping a close eye on the other boys, especially Keiji.

Souta and Yuuto's presence was almost stifling, their protective vigilance making (Y/n) uncomfortable. There was something about it that felt too much, too close to suffocating. She rarely ever saw Asahi, though, and for that, she was thankful. The thought of being alone with him again made her stomach twist, and she hoped she would never be put in that situation again.

Kai, however, had been a steady, albeit quieter, visitor. He always came when she was alone, usually during school hours when the others weren't around. He had a habit of skipping a different class each day just to see her, sometimes two if their conversations ran long.

He would sit at her bedside, stiff and awkward at first, fidgeting with his sleeves or avoiding eye contact. But once the conversation flowed, he relaxed a bit. He seemed haunted by her condition, frequently muttering about how it was a miracle she had survived the fire. Each time he visited, he repeated the same sentiment, his eyes distant, as if still trying to process it all.