Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

70.) Extemporaneous

The blade sank deep into Hayami's back, the dull thud of it making (Y/n) gasp in horror. Hayami's body stiffened against her, a choked breath slipping from her lips.

(Y/n) gripped the knife harder as if that would make the agony lessen, but nothing could stop the guilt that tore through her. The sound of the blade sliding out of Hayami's back was wet and sickening. Blood splattered onto the floor in soft, rhythmic droplets, far louder in the suffocating silence that followed.

Hayami pulled back, and even in the dim light, (Y/n) could see her friend's face drain of color, shock clouding her expression as the truth sank in.

"You..." Hayami whispered, her voice trembling as she stared at (Y/n). "You- (Y/n)-"

Her words faltered, cut off by the sight of the crimson-streaked knife still in (Y/n)'s hand. The disbelief in her eyes made (Y/n)'s stomach twist.

The knife slipped from (Y/n)'s trembling fingers, clattering to the floor with a metallic clang.

Hayami leaned forward, one hand weakly reaching behind her, pressing against the gaping wound. Blood seeped between her fingers, slick and warm. A cough racked her body, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, painting her lips with a dark sheen.

(Y/n) gasped, tears falling freely now, blurring her vision. I had no choice... I had no choice. But the guilt gnawed at her like a ravenous beast, hollowing her out from the inside. She could only watch as Hayami fell to her hands and knees, breath coming in sharp, pained bursts.

(Y/n) wanted to help, wanted to reach out and hold her friend, but she couldn't move. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by the weight of what she'd just done. Her heart pounded so loudly it felt like it might shatter.

Then the heat kicked on with a sudden whoosh, and her blood ran cold.

Her eyes widened as the realization hit her like a freight train. The gas.

Before she could process another thought, flames exploded from the vents, racing along the walls and ceiling. Fire erupted in every corner of the house, swallowing the darkness in a sudden burst of red and gold. The fire alarms shrieked to life, their relentless beeps echoing in every hallway, but (Y/n) didn't need a reminder.

The kids. The kids are upstairs.

With a choked sob, (Y/n) surged to her feet, pushing past her own guilt and horror. The heat seared her skin, and smoke began to clog the air, but she didn't care. Her only thought was getting to Akemi and Satomi.

She sprinted for the stairs, the walls already blistering with heat. Flames licked along the handrails, and the wooden steps groaned under the weight of the spreading fire. Sweat slicked her palms as she climbed, coughing as smoke filled her lungs.

When she reached the top of the stairs, the heat was nearly unbearable, flames crawling across the ceiling like ravenous beasts. She could feel the fire's pulse against her skin; hot, angry, and relentless. But she had done this before, and she could do it again.

Almost there.

Just as she reached for the hallway, arms wrapped around her waist in a tight, vice-like grip. She let out a startled yelp as she was yanked backward, her feet slipping from the top step.

"NO!" she screamed, thrashing, but it was too late.

Her body was flung down the stairs with brute force, her head spinning as she tumbled. Pain exploded in her side as she crashed against the steps, her limbs flailing helplessly.

She hit the bottom with a bone-rattling thud, the breath knocked out of her lungs. Her head smacked against the hardwood floor, stars exploding behind her eyes.