Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

63.) Cathexis

(Y/n) sat stiffly in the plastic chair of the principal's office, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. A thin jacket, her only comfort at the moment, hung limply over the back of her chair. She resisted the urge to keep checking the clock on the wall, but the minutes dragged painfully by, twisting her sense of time into knots. It had been over an hour, maybe two? She wasn't sure anymore. All she knew was that every tick of the second hand added to the anger boiling inside her.

Across the room, the principal sat hunched at her desk, scribbling furiously on a stack of forms with a look of exhaustion etched into her features. She paused occasionally to rub her temple, clearly running on the last reserves of patience she had for today. The fluorescent lighting overhead buzzed quietly, adding to the stuffy, oppressive atmosphere of the office.

A chair down from (Y/n), Minato sat with her legs crossed, bouncing one foot rhythmically against the floor. Her piercing yellow eyes flicked over to (Y/n) every now and then, sharp with annoyance and disdain. The occasional sneer curled her lip, and she seemed to take delight in silently antagonizing (Y/n) with smug glances. Every time (Y/n) caught one, her hands curled into fists in her lap. But she stayed quiet.

Barely.

The principal, looking more worn out with each passing moment, let out a heavy sigh and reached for another form. The tension in the room was unbearable, but it was the thought of what came next that had (Y/n) truly fuming: suspended. For a whole week. She had argued - pointlessly - when the principal delivered the news, but the woman shut her down, saying they'd finalize the details once her mother arrived. Now, all (Y/n) could do was sit here, pissed beyond words.

Still, there was a flicker of satisfaction underneath the anger. Apparently, Minato wasn't getting off easy, either. The blue haired girl's suspension would last the entire rest of the school year. The thought of that tiny victory settled in (Y/n)'s chest, a bitter consolation prize.

"Enjoy it while you can," Minato had hissed under her breath at some point. (Y/n) had given her a dead-eyed glare in return but didn't say a word. Not worth it.

The door to the office finally creaked open, breaking the heavy silence. (Y/n)'s head whipped toward it, and in came her mom, a flurry of rushed steps and concerned eyes. (M/n) looked like she had sprinted from wherever she had been- her work bag still slung across her shoulder, hair slightly disheveled.

"Sorry, I got here as fast as I could," she apologized to the principal before her gaze immediately found (Y/n). Her frown deepened as soon as she noticed the faint red marks scattered along her daughter's arm. They weren't deep enough to bleed, but the scratches were still raw and angry against her skin.

The principal cleared her throat and straightened in her seat as (M/n) leaned forward, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. "(M/n), please, have a seat," the principal said, gesturing to a chair between the two girls.

Reluctantly, (M/n) sat down, resting a hand instinctively on her daughter's knee. Her sharp gaze didn't waver as she looked from the principal to Minato, and then back again.

"Ma'am, as I mentioned during our phone call, your daughter was involved in an altercation on school grounds earlier today," the principal began, her tone measured and deliberate.

"Yes, I know," (M/n) interrupted, her voice taut with irritation. "But what exactly happened?"

Before the principal could respond, Minato jumped in, her voice high and dramatic. "She jumped me in the locker room! Slammed my head against the floor!" Minato clutched the back of her head as if reliving the supposed trauma, her yellow eyes gleaming with false victimhood.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't get stuck. Her mother shot her a brief warning look, but (M/n)'s annoyance was already shifting towards the other girl.