Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

64.) Monomania

(Y/n) muted the TV with trembling fingers, setting her half-eaten bowl of cereal on the coffee table. Welp. There goes my appetite. The unease settled deep in her stomach, heavier than the now-soggy cereal sitting untouched.

Just as she placed the bowl down, there was a knock at the front door. She froze. Every nerve in her body tensed. Who the hell could that be? It was too early for her parents, and no one else ever visited unannounced. Her mind raced, images of Emi's frantic escape flashed before her, and suddenly, the knock seemed more ominous than it should have.

She stood slowly, her heart hammering in her chest. The floorboards creaked under her socks as she made her way to the front door, each step feeling heavier than the last. She hesitated for a moment before gripping the handle and pulling the door open, the hinges groaning softly.

Relief washed over her as she saw who it was.

"Oh, thank God- Souta! What happened?" she blurted, stepping back and motioning for him to come inside.

Souta stood on her doorstep with his hands buried in his jacket pockets, the cool autumn breeze ruffling his purple hair. He looked different, less haunted. The bags under his eyes weren't as heavy, and there was an unusual energy in the way he stood, as though something inside him had clicked back into place. But there was also something off, something she couldn't quite place in the way he was staring at her.

"Hm?" he asked absently, not moving from the doorway.

She tilted her head at him, confused. "The school. Why is it shut down?"

Souta blinked as if only just now realizing what she was talking about. His dark eyes flickered to her arms, his gaze lingering on the sleeves of the oversized sweatshirt she wore. Something unspoken passed over his expression, a fleeting look that was hard to decipher- somewhere between annoyance and satisfaction.

Finally, he spoke, his voice eerily calm. "Minato was found dead on school grounds."

(Y/n) froze, the weight of his words sinking in like a stone in her stomach. Dead? She stared at him, her mind struggling to catch up.

Souta's lips curled, ever so slightly, into something that wasn't quite a smile. "They found her body this morning," he continued, his tone disturbingly casual. "Looked like she fell from the roof."

Her stomach twisted. Sure, she hated Minato, loathed her, even. But she didn't want her dead. The thought of it settled like lead in her gut, cold and heavy. "How- how could she just fall?" (Y/n)'s voice was low, a mix of disbelief and unease.

Souta gave a nonchalant shrug, glancing briefly toward his car parked at the curb. "No one really knows yet." His tone was disturbingly calm. "The police think it was Emi. Maybe the two were arguing, and... that happened." He rolled his head as if it were just another bit of gossip to brush off.

(Y/n) shifted on her feet, rubbing her arms through the oversized sweatshirt. Something didn't feel right. The whole situation gnawed at her, but before she could ask more, Souta's expression changed.

"That's not the reason I'm here."

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed, confusion creeping into her features. "Oh... Is everything okay?"

She studied him carefully. Was he struggling with everything and just masking it too well? His face, though relaxed, carried the slightest tension- his jaw flexed briefly before he took a deep breath, as if trying to keep something buried beneath the surface.

"Ah, um..." Souta hesitated, his eyes flickering downward. For a moment, it looked like he was struggling with the words, holding something back.

(Y/n) felt her stomach churn with guilt. Maybe he was hurting more than he let on.