"no matter what they promise
you, remember that no one can
love you as deeply as i can. we're
meant to be together, forever."
(yandere kun x idol!reader)
(lowercase cont'd)
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: since it's been a while since i have last updated this book, i figured i should give you all a double upload since things are getting more interesting. 🤭 ayato is going manic fr
anyway, that's all! i hope you all enjoy!
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as soon as ayato was free to leave school, he wasted no time. he headed straight home, his mind a swirling vortex of dark intentions and cold resolve. the moment he stepped inside his house, he immediately shed his school uniform, taking care to remove the fake doctor's note and place it carefully on his bedside table for use tomorrow. his hands moved mechanically, his focus elsewhere, already deep into the plan he'd been forming all day. he slipped into casual clothes—jeans, a cyan sweater, and a pair of well-worn converse.
but the most important part of his outfit wasn't the clothes; it was the black mask he pulled over his face, obscuring his identity. before he left, he took a moment to stash two kitchen knives into his pants, hidden but easily accessible. his heart was thumping in his chest, not out of fear but from anticipation. he knew what he had to do. he could see it so clearly in his mind. stuffing a few extra clothes into his pocket— ones he would need later to avoid leaving any traces of his dna— ayato slipped out the door, his entire demeanor now focused and deliberate.
his footsteps were quiet on the pavement, blending into the dying light of the evening. as he walked, his mind churned with anger, replaying the scene that had pushed him to this point. y/n, sitting in that interview, vulnerable and exposed. the callousness of the interviewers who had pried into her personal life like it was some cheap tabloid fodder. they had no right. no one had the right to hurt her like that, to bring her to tears. ayato clenched his fists in his pockets, his knuckles whitening beneath the fabric of his gloves. he didn't even need to rewatch the live stream to remember every sneer, every twisted grin on their faces as they made her cry.
before he knew it, he was standing in front of the radio station building. his pulse quickened, but his resolve only hardened. the building loomed before him, its glass doors reflecting the dim streetlights as people inside began to filter out, heading home for the night. this was his chance. he had to be quick, and precise. ayato took a deep breath, the mask on his face feeling suddenly suffocating, but he ignored it.
he had to keep his identity hidden.
his eyes scanned the building's entrance, watching as the last few workers trickled out, unaware of the storm that was brewing just a few steps away. he took a moment, pulling on his gloves and adjusting them carefully. everything had to be perfect—no mistakes. his heartbeat slowed to a steady rhythm, his body moving with calculated ease as he walked toward the doors. his presence was a shadow slipping through the cracks, unnoticed by the few people who remained inside. his head was low, and his steps were silent, as he pushed open the door and stepped inside the building that had made y/n cry. the time had come.
