Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

84.) Ebullient

The shattered phone's screen flickered as it rebooted, its fractured glass throwing jagged streaks of light across the dark room. The logo blinked in and out, static and glitched, as though the device hadn't been used in a long time. This wasn't what she remembered, the wallpaper was gone, replaced by a blank background, as if the phone had been wiped or restarted.

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes. Something stirred in the back of her mind- a flash of an old memory breaking through the fog.

A girl with deep purple hair stood next to her, eyes wide and glassy, her face pale and clammy with sweat. The girl clutched her throat, gasping for air, her lips were swelling, her skin turning blotchy and red. An allergic reaction. Panic bubbled inside (Y/n) as she held up her phone, fumbling to make a call. Her hands were trembling so badly that she almost dropped it.

Suddenly, her hand shot out and slapped the phone from (Y/n)'s grasp. It clattered to the floor with a sharp, shattering sound.

(Y/n) scrambled to pick it up, the girl's ragged breaths filling the room like a haunting rhythm.

(Y/n) blinked, the memory fading away as quickly as it had come. She sat there, stunned for a moment, her hands frozen in her lap. Who was that girl? Her heart pounded in her chest, but the answer refused to come to her. She knew that face, knew the panic in that moment, but it felt just out of reach.

Her eyes drifted to the second phone lying lifeless beside her, its screen black. She reached for it slowly, cradling the cold, dead device in her hand. As her thumb traced along the edge of the phone, another memory surged forward, vivid and sharp.

A store aisle, bright and cluttered. The scent of stale air-conditioning and new plastic hung thickly. (Y/n) sat cross-legged on the floor, her fingers moving with careful precision as she pried the SIM card from one phone and slotted it into another.

A blonde girl stood over her, looking over her shoulder in annoyance. "Hurry up," the girl demanded. "You're wasting my time."

Reality snapped back, sharp and disorienting. (Y/n) stared down at the dead phone in her hands, her pulse thrumming in her ears. The memory felt so real she could still smell the cold air of that store, still hear the girl's irritated tone.

Without a second thought, (Y/n) pried open the phone, sliding the SIM card out with shaky hands. She took the shattered phone and slipped the card into the slot, her fingers fumbling as if time was running out again. The device whirred and clicked softly as she powered it back on, the broken screen flickering.

The tension in her chest eased; this time, it worked.

The phone came to life with a familiar hum, and the wallpaper she remembered lit up the screen. It was a photo of her and Aiko, taken months ago- Aiko's head rested on her shoulder, both of them grinning in the afternoon sun, faces full of untroubled joy.

(Y/n)'s throat tightened painfully. Aiko.

She felt the weight of that name settle heavily on her heart, dragging her into the past. Aiko wasn't here anymore. She wasn't anywhere. Just six feet in the ground.

She blinked back tears as she checked the time and date on the phone: November 22nd, 12:03 AM.

Her fingers hovered over the screen, reluctant to move forward. But curiosity, or perhaps desperation, got the better of her, and she opened her messages.

Aiko's name was at the top of the chat list. (Y/n) tapped it with a trembling finger, and the last message they had exchanged stared back at her:

Aiko: I'll see you at school.