Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

66.) Trepidation

TW: MENTIONS OF S*ICIDE

Time stretched unbearably thin, every second feeling heavy and sharp in the tense silence between them. (Y/n)'s mind raced, running through every possibility- none of them good. I can't run. He's right next to the archway. He's taller, faster. He'd catch me in an instant. Fighting wasn't an option either; Souta was lean but strong, and one wrong move would have her pinned. Stall. It was the only plan that made sense. Stall and pray the others come home soon.

But would he even let her stall? Would he see through her act before help arrived?

(Y/n) stood frozen, every muscle tight with tension, her gaze flickering between Souta and the doorway he guarded. Then, something in his expression shifted, his head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing as if he was studying her like a subject under glass.

He knew. He knows that I know. And she knew that he knew. There was no more pretending, no more games.

She inhaled slowly, forcing her voice steady. Maybe, if she confronted him - gently - it would buy her time. "Why did you write it?" she asked, the words coming out smoother than she expected.

Souta's eyes flickered with interest, as if impressed by her calm. He shifted his weight against the archway, casually blocking her only exit. "I wrote it for you-"

"Tell me why, Souta," she cut him off sharply. Her voice was colder than she intended, but she didn't care. She needed an answer.

A faint, amused smile curled at the corners of his mouth, like he enjoyed watching her unravel. "Yuuto demanded I write it," he answered, his tone light as if discussing the weather. "At the time, I refused. But, (Y/n), you have to understand..." His voice softened as if he were letting her in on a secret, one only they could share. "It was for your best interest. If I didn't write it, he said he'd take drastic measures."

Souta straightened, his casual posture vanishing as he pushed off the archway and took a slow step closer. The air between them grew tighter, and (Y/n) fought the urge to back away, knowing it would only encourage him.

"I did it to protect you," he whispered, his eyes dark with something unreadable. "Not because I wanted to."

Her skin prickled with unease at the sincerity in his voice, as if he truly believed this was some noble act.

Protect me? The words echoed bitterly in her mind. Is that what this is, protection? Or control?

(Y/n) steadied herself, her fingers gripping the cold edge of the granite island as she inched along its perimeter, always keeping the barrier between her and Souta. He was calm, too calm. Each step he took was deliberate, every movement calculated to reduce the space between them. Her mind raced, desperately trying to stay ahead of his slow, measured advance.

"Why would Yuuto want to frame Aiko like that? And the messages-"

"(Y/n)," Souta cut her off sharply, taking another step closer. His tone held a thread of irritation like he was growing tired of her questions. "Does it matter why? That was so long ago."

A sickly knot tightened in her stomach at the casual dismissal, but she pressed on, knowing she had to keep him talking.

"Did... did Aiko really kill herself?" she asked, voice faltering just slightly. Even saying it out loud felt dangerous, like touching something cursed.

Souta stilled by the counter, his gaze darkening. "I think you know the answer to that."

Her heart dropped into her stomach. The cold certainty in his voice made it clear- he knew exactly what happened to Aiko, and it wasn't what anyone had been told.