Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

65.) Denouement

Her breath hitched, and she felt a strange tightness in her chest. She stared at the words, the sentence hanging heavily in the air, as if the ink itself carried meaning too intimate for her to comprehend. Her fingers hovered over the page, unsure whether to keep reading or close the notebook.

But she couldn't look away.

(Y/n) stared at the words on the page, her heart sinking into her stomach. That same line - "Fate has destined us together" - continued down the entire page in different fonts and styles, as if Souta had been experimenting to find the perfect one. Some of the handwriting was loopy and elegant, others jagged and hurried. But what made her blood run cold was the final version, the one written in a neat, deliberate script.

It was the same font from the letter she'd received in the mail.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing to connect the pieces. Aiko never wrote that letter. The realization slammed into her like a punch to the gut. It was a setup.

The blood drained from her face, her body going rigid with the weight of this revelation. Did that mean the phone was a setup too? The anonymous messages that left her second-guessing everyone around her, the messages that made her feel paranoid and isolated - had Souta orchestrated all of it? Kai?

Her breath hitched, and she scrambled to push the panic down, though the notebook in her hands felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. She needed to act normal. Souta couldn't know what she'd just discovered.

Just then, his voice echoed from the doorway, snapping her back to reality. "I've got the fabrics."

(Y/n) jerked, startled, and flipped the notebook hastily to a random page to avoid suspicion. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she turned around, forcing a smile onto her face. "Oh- great!" she chirped, though the words felt foreign and stiff in her mouth. Her pulse was a drumbeat in her ears, and she could feel her body trembling beneath her forced composure.

Souta took a step closer, holding out the bundle of fabrics to her, but his hand froze midair as he studied her face. His purple eyes narrowed slightly with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his head tilting slightly downward to catch her gaze. "You look pale."

(Y/n) swallowed hard, willing herself to stay calm. You have to act normal. Don't let him see.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just... haven't been eating much," she half-lied, her voice shaky but passable.

The concern in Souta's eyes deepened. He leaned closer, just slightly, as if trying to get a better look at her. His presence felt suffocating now- too close, too observant. "Well, we can't have that, now can we? Why don't we get you something to eat?"

Souta's smile deepened, though there was something unnerving about how his gaze lingered. His eyes trailed from her face down to her shifting hands, soaking in every nervous twitch. (Y/n) fought to keep her expression neutral, the panic clawing at the back of her mind.

His gaze drifted back to the desk, locking onto the sketchbook again. He knows. For just a second, his face stilled; no flicker of confusion, no frown of annoyance, just an unsettling pause.

The silence was suffocating. Think fast. Say something.

"Sorry... I couldn't help myself." She gave him the best smile she could muster, her heart hammering so hard it echoed in her ears. "Your designs are really tempting."

It was a lie, but one she delivered so smoothly she might've convinced herself it was true. Her voice carried an air of casual curiosity, masking the dread bubbling beneath her skin. If she had been strapped to a polygraph, the machine would have purred with approval.