Pokemon-Yandere!(Male Reader)

Chapter 5

Nemona lay sprawled across her bed, wearing Y/n's favorite hoodie—the one she'd "borrowed" from his room without asking. It was far too big for her, but she loved how it smelled like him, how it made her feel wrapped in his presence even though he was miles away in Kitakami. She absentmindedly twirled a strand of her hair as her eyes glazed over, daydreaming about Y/n, as usual.

Her thoughts were always filled with him. Lately, those thoughts weren't just about battling, though. Sure, she still wanted to face him in an endless series of battles—after all, he was her perfect rival. No one could challenge her like Y/n could. But lately, something had changed. She didn't just want to see him on the battlefield.

Nemona: "I want him to be with me... always."

The thought hit her like a jolt, making her sit up in bed. It wasn't about battling anymore. Well, it was, but it was more than that. Her cheeks flushed as she hugged the hoodie tighter around herself. The feeling she got when she thought about Y/n—it wasn't just the thrill of competition. It was something deeper, something... possessive. She wanted Y/n's attention, all of it. Not just during battles, but all the time.

Nemona: "He's mine. He has to be mine."

Her pulse quickened as the realization settled in. She wanted more than just rivalry. She wanted him to love her, to look at her the way he looked at those other girls who hung around him sometimes. The mere thought of them made her stomach twist.

Nemona stood up and wandered over to her desk, where she'd pinned up a few photos. Pictures of Y/n, of course, but next to them were the faces of a few other girls—trainers who had the audacity to chat with him, challenge him, or worse, smile at him. She didn't like them. Not one bit. Her eyes narrowed as she reached for a set of darts.

One by one, she took aim at the photos. The first dart hit the forehead of a girl who had asked Y/n for a battle last week. Nemona's lips curled into a small, twisted smile.

Nemona: "No one else deserves to battle him... except me."

Another dart flew, landing right between the eyes of a girl who had the nerve to compliment Y/n's Pokémon team.

Nemona: "You think you can take him away from me? You're wrong. He's mine."

She giggled softly, her mind slipping deeper into the fantasy she'd been cultivating for months. In her mind, she and Y/n were alone together, away from the academy, away from all the distractions. They would spend their days battling, training, and just being together. It was perfect.

But it wasn't enough anymore. She wanted more than just to be his rival. She wanted his heart. She wanted him to look at her with the same passion he brought into every battle. And she would make sure no one else ever got between them.

Nemona: "He'll love me. He has to."

The final dart hit the last picture square in the chest. Nemona giggled again, feeling a strange satisfaction at the sight. She took a deep breath and flopped back onto her bed, pulling Y/n's hoodie closer around her.

Nemona: "One day, Y/n... you'll see. You and I are meant to be together."

She closed her eyes, lost in her daydream. In it, Y/n wasn't just her rival anymore. He was hers, completely. Forever. And she would do whatever it took to make that a reality.

Nemona: "No one else matters... no one but us."

With that final thought, she drifted off into a restless sleep, already planning how she would make Y/n see the truth—that they were destined to be together, and no one could ever come between them.