Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

49.) Tarrion

A few days had passed since that terrible night, the memories of which still lingered in the back of (Y/n)'s mind like a shadow she couldn't shake. When her father had found out what happened, he was furious. He had urged her, almost begged her, to press charges against Kai. "It was attempted murder!" he'd said, his voice full of desperation. But (Y/n) couldn't bring herself to see it that way. In her eyes, Kai was just a broken boy- someone who desperately needed help, not a prison sentence.

When Reina had learned the full story, her reaction had been one of pure shock. (Y/n) could still remember the way her friend's face fell, the disbelief in her purple eyes. Reina had even visited Kai in the hospital after hearing the news, but all she felt after that visit was a deep sense of disappointment. Something in Reina shifted after that. Her once-regular visits became infrequent, almost awkward, as if she didn't know how to act around (Y/n) now that she knew everything.

Riku, however, had been there every single day. Like clockwork, the brunette showed up after school, always with the same quiet determination to help her. He didn't say a word, of course, but his presence spoke volumes. Every day, Riku would bring her an incentive spirometer to check her progress, a silent but encouraging way to motivate her to keep going. Often, he would copy her exercises, mimicking her movements as if to remind her she wasn't alone in her recovery.

(Y/n) had lost track of the days during her hospital stay, the blur of hours blending together in a haze of physical therapy and visits from the few people she allowed to see her. She didn't even know what day of the week it was anymore. She just lay there in her hospital bed, going through the motions, her body aching but getting stronger with each passing day.

Today was no different. Riku sat nearby, silently mirroring her exercises, his presence a quiet comfort as they worked through the routine together. She had just finished a set when two sharp knocks echoed from the door, followed by the sound of it creaking open. Souta stepped into the room, his expression tired, almost weary. Behind him, (Y/n) heard a chorus of pleading voices, but he quickly shut the door on them, cutting off the noise.

Souta's eyes flicked over to (Y/n), lingering on her for a moment before he shook his head, walking over to the window with a sigh. He looked out at the gray sky, his back to her, the silence in the room growing heavy.

"What was that about?" (Y/n) asked, her voice much stronger now, though it still wavered slightly from the effort.

Souta glanced at her, his usual calm demeanor shadowed by a hint of frustration. Without a word, he pulled out a notebook filled with designs and sketches, his pencil tracing over lines absentmindedly. "The others are desperate to get in," he said, his voice low, tired. "And by others, I mean Keiji."

The way Souta said Keiji's name made it clear he was exhausted by the whole situation, as if just dealing with the boy was a chore. He didn't need to explain further; (Y/n) knew Keiji was probably outside, whining and begging to see her, just as he had been for days. She didn't doubt that he'd been causing a scene in the hallway, trying to talk his way past the nurses or sweet-talk his way into her room.

(Y/n) leaned back against the pillows, feeling a small wave of relief wash over her. She loved Keiji in her own way, but his energy was too much for her right now. She needed peace, not chaos.

Souta returned to his sketching, the pencil moving over the page in smooth, fluid strokes. The silence between them wasn't awkward- it was a shared understanding, a quiet acknowledgment of everything that had happened without the need for words. (Y/n) knew Souta had his own feelings about Kai, about what had happened, but he wasn't pushing her to make any decisions. He wasn't like her father, who wanted justice, or Reina, who had distanced herself in quiet disappointment.