Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

60.) Sonder

The funeral was a hard watch. The weight of the ceremony felt like a vice gripping (Y/n)'s chest, squeezing tighter with every passing minute. It was a closed-casket funeral, Reina's body apparently too charred and unrecognizable for anyone to see. That fact alone made the loss even more surreal, as though her friend was vanishing from the world without leaving a trace. It gnawed at (Y/n), making the entire service feel like some distant nightmare.

But the worst part was now.

After the funeral ended, (Y/n) rode with Riku to the cemetery in silence. The car ride felt heavy, and when they finally arrived, the sky was an endless stretch of gray, the cool breeze biting at her skin. They stood with the others around the open grave, their breaths fogging the crisp autumn air, waiting for Reina to be laid to rest.

(Y/n) crossed her arms over herself as she watched the pallbearers lower the casket into the earth. The sight of it sent a pang through her chest, and she couldn't stop the few tears that slipped down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice, but as she glanced around, she realized it wouldn't matter. Everyone was either trying to hold back their grief or keeping their emotions bottled up.

Souta and his parents stood at the front of the crowd, the picture of wealth and ruin. His mother was a vision - if only the occasion weren't draped in sorrow. Her vibrant red hair was swept into a loose chignon, though a few stray curls framed her sharp, sculpted face. High cheekbones accentuated her striking appearance, and her sapphire blue eyes shimmered with anguish and tears. She had the effortless beauty of someone accustomed to the camera's attention, a model whose every gesture seemed deliberate, even now. Yet today, even her beauty couldn't hide the cracks forming in her demeanor.

She wore a sleek, black satin gown with a high neckline, cinched at the waist with a delicate belt, the fabric shimmering subtly in the dim, overcast light. A fur-lined shawl draped over her shoulders added to the look's opulence, though it was now slipping from her as she collapsed in grief. Diamond earrings sparkled from her ears, their brilliance a bitter contrast to the sorrow on her face.

Beside her was Souta's father, tall and broad-shouldered, exuding quiet authority despite his somber expression. His deep blue hair was neatly styled, though a slight wave hinted that it might have a wilder texture if left untamed. The beginnings of a shadowed beard framed his sharp jaw, giving him an air of rugged elegance. Dark sunglasses shielded his eyes, either to hide his own grief or to maintain composure beneath the scrutiny of those watching.

He was dressed in a double-breasted black suit, tailored with a silk handkerchief peeking out from his pocket. A gold watch glimmered at his wrist, tasteful, understated wealth. His tie was pinned with a sapphire clip, adding a flash of color to the otherwise solemn attire. Yet despite his composed exterior, his hand rested on his wife's shoulder as if he knew she could crumble at any second.

And she did.

The moment the casket met the ground below with a dull thud, the mother let out a heart-wrenching wail that pierced the air, shattering the eerie silence that had settled over the cemetery. Her body jerked forward as if compelled to follow the casket into the earth, a mother desperate to stay with her child. Souta quickly grabbed onto the woman, his grip tight, though (Y/n) could see his muscles shake.

"No! No! Let me go!" she screamed, her voice cracking with raw despair. "My baby... my baby..."

Her words were slurred and unintelligible beyond that, her grief spilling out in a torrent of sobs that no one could console. Tears streaked her flawless makeup, black mascara running down her porcelain skin, staining it with the weight of loss.

Souta clenched his jaw as he tightened his grip around her, holding her back with all the strength he could muster. His hands, pale against the black fabric of her gown, were shaking. He looked lost, like a boy who had suddenly been asked to hold the world together while it fell apart in his hands.