Sickly Love - Yandere JJK x fem!Y/N

15 - Creep

It was late by the time Y/N finally parted ways with her friends. They had spent the evening wandering through the town, hopping between cafés and stores, chatting and laughing about everything and nothing. The night had been perfect—a much-needed break from the usual stresses of life. But now, as the city quieted, the streets emptied, and the cold night air set in, Y/N felt the pull to stop by the convenience store before heading home. She said her goodbyes, feeling a bit of warmth from the fun evening still lingering, and made her way down the dimly lit streets toward the store.

The fluorescent lights of the convenience store flickered in the distance as she walked in, grabbing a basket and casually tossing in a few snacks and drinks for the night. Her feet felt tired from all the walking earlier, and she was eager to get back home, curl up under a blanket, and binge-watch her favorite shows.

She paid for her things at the counter, thanking the cashier before heading back out into the quiet night. The air felt different now—colder, quieter. The street was nearly deserted, with only the occasional car passing by. She adjusted her bags in her hands, her mind wandering to her bed, eager for the comfort it promised.

As Y/N walked, a strange, unsettling feeling began creeping up her spine. At first, she ignored it, convincing herself it was just the chill of the night. But then, as her footsteps echoed in the empty street, she heard it—a second set of footsteps. They were faint but unmistakable, keeping pace with hers. Her heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she glanced over her shoulder.

A man was walking a few yards behind her, his gaze fixed directly on her. Her heart sank into her stomach. He's following me. The thought slammed into her mind, sending a surge of panic through her veins. She quickened her pace, trying not to look back again, but every instinct screamed at her that the man was still there, still following.

Her hand slipped into her pocket, fingers closing around her taser. The cold metal felt both reassuring and terrifying in her grip. She told herself to stay calm, to keep walking, but the man's presence was too close now. His footsteps grew louder, and in her peripheral vision, she saw his shadow inching closer.

Y/N's breath hitched as she gripped the taser tightly, ready to use it if needed. Her mind raced, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. Just keep moving. Get to a well-lit area. Don't panic.

But just as she was about to make a run for it, a flash of pink caught her eye. Before she could process what was happening, a figure darted past her, moving with startling speed. There was a thud, the sound of a fist connecting with flesh, and the man following her crumpled to the ground, clutching his stomach.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock, frozen in place as she stared at the scene before her. Standing over the man was a boy, no older than her, with bright pink hair. His posture was relaxed, as if he hadn't just knocked down a potential attacker. The boy glanced at her, his face softening into an apologetic smile.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle despite what had just happened.

Y/N blinked, her grip on the taser loosening. She was too stunned to speak for a moment, her heart still racing from the adrenaline. "Uh... yeah, I think so," she finally managed to say, her voice shaky. Her eyes darted between the man groaning on the ground and the boy standing calmly in front of her.

The boy smiled, clearly relieved. "That's good," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry if I scared you. I saw him following you and figured he wasn't up to any good."

Y/N's breath steadied a little as the shock began to wear off. She studied the boy, taking in his pink hair, the soft warmth in his eyes, and the easygoing smile on his face. He didn't seem dangerous—far from it. In fact, despite what had just happened, there was something comforting about his presence.

"Thank you," she said quietly, genuinely grateful. "I didn't realize he was that close."

The boy shrugged, glancing down at the man who was still writhing on the pavement. "No problem. I'm just glad I got here in time." He paused, then extended his hand. "I'm Yuji, by the way. Yuji Itadori."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand. "Y/N," she replied softly.

Yuji grinned. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." He shoved his hands into his pockets, his expression still casual despite the situation. "Do you need someone to walk you home? It's pretty late, and I wouldn't want you to run into any more creeps tonight."

The offer was kind, but Y/N instinctively hesitated. Her mind flashed to the estate, knowing it would be weird if she brought a stranger. Letting someone walk her home, especially someone she didn't know, felt too risky. Even if Yuji seemed trustworthy, she couldn't afford to let her guard down completely.

"That's nice of you, but I'll be fine," she said, offering a polite smile. "I appreciate it, though. Really."

Yuji nodded, not pushing the matter any further. "Alright. Just be careful, okay?" His tone was light, but there was genuine concern in his eyes. He gave her a small wave and began to turn away.

Y/N watched him go, her heart still beating fast. Part of her wanted to stop him, to ask for his number, to say something more. But the words stuck in her throat, her thoughts tangled in the confusion of the moment. Instead, all she could manage was a soft, "Thank you."

Yuji glanced back over his shoulder, giving her another smile. "No problem. Get home safe, Y/N."

And just like that, he walked off into the night, his bright pink hair disappearing into the shadows of the street. Y/N stood there for a moment, her thoughts spinning. The danger had passed, the man who had been following her was no longer a threat, but now her heart was racing for an entirely different reason.

As she started walking again, her footsteps slower and more deliberate, Y/N felt the heat rising in her cheeks. She couldn't shake the image of Yuji's smile, the softness in his voice, and the way he had swooped in to help without expecting anything in return. The entire encounter had been so unexpected, and now she found herself blushing, her heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

She sighed, shaking her head at herself. Get a grip, Y/N. But despite her best efforts, her mind kept drifting back to Yuji. The way he hadn't asked for her number because he didn't want to come off as a creep—the way he had just wanted to make sure she was safe.

By the time she reached her estate, her cheeks were still warm, and her heart was still beating faster than it should have. She closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment as she exhaled.

That night, as she lay in bed, she couldn't stop thinking about the boy with the pink hair who had saved her. The smile that had sent her heart into a frenzy lingered in her mind long after she had fallen asleep.