Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

79.) Apodyopsis

TW: I don't even know what to label it, but TW

(Y/n) blinked sluggishly as a sudden, sharp sting bit into her arm. A gasp escaped her, and her hazy mind began to uncoil, like someone pulling the strings of her consciousness back into place, though not entirely. Her heart, still racing from the horror she'd just experienced, gradually slowed. Her mind started to clear, the strange visions receding like a nightmare dragged into the morning light.

She squinted, the room around her swimming in uneven waves. Yuuto's familiar blond hair came into focus, his expression calm and clinical as he left the syringe embedded in her arm, carefully injecting a second substance from a vial.

"Wha-" she croaked, her throat raw from screaming. Her head throbbed, and she tried to focus on him. "What... are you doing?"

Yuuto pulled the syringe away with a sharp flick of his wrist, setting it onto a metal tray with a clink. His gaze was cool, but there was a hint of satisfaction in the corner of his smirk.

"This'll help," he murmured, brushing her damp hair from her forehead as if to soothe her. His voice was sickly sweet, like a parent comforting a child. "You were losing it, (Y/n). You should be thanking me."

Her chest heaved, her breaths shallow and erratic. The drug he'd just given her worked fast, dissolving the edges of her panic. But instead of relief, she felt uneasy, like her defenses were slipping away, one by one, and she couldn't stop it.

"That scream of yours," Yuuto scoffed, dragging a chair closer and sitting casually at the edge of her metal table, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Now they won't shut up." He leaned over her and slowly pulled out the tube; she could feel it sliding up, bringing along a burning pain until it left her nose. He tossed it onto the cart.

(Y/n) swallowed hard, still trying to piece reality back together, but everything felt sticky and surreal. Her pulse pounded in her head, and her limbs felt heavy, the effects of... whatever that was... still lingering in the corners of her mind.

Yuuto leaned closer, the faintest hint of irritation in his voice. "I told them I wouldn't hurt you. That I'd be gentle this time. But no... Now they're all up my ass because you just had to freak out." He rolled his eyes dramatically, drumming his fingers on the edge of the metal tray. "Honestly, you're so much trouble."

(Y/n) tried to pull her wrists free, but her arms ached from how tightly the zip ties had bound them. Yuuto noticed her struggle and let out a bored sigh.

"Hold still," he muttered, pulling out a small blade from his pocket. With four quick slices, the plastic bindings at her wrists and ankles snapped, though her sprained ankle screamed in protest as soon as it was freed.

She immediately tried to sit up, but the room tilted violently, sending her sprawling off the table. Pain shot up from her sprained ankle, and her bandaged feet scraped against the cold floor as she hit the ground with a thud.

"Seriously?" Yuuto muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "You just can't make this easy, can you?"

She gritted her teeth, trying to push herself up, but her limbs betrayed her- the drug made her sluggish, and every movement felt like wading through mud. Her pounding head made it hard to concentrate, and she blinked rapidly to keep the room from spinning.

With an irritated sigh, Yuuto bent down, grabbing her under the arms. His hands were firm and rough against her skin as he hauled her off the floor. "You're such a nuisance," he muttered, hoisting her up like she weighed nothing.