Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

84.) Ebullient

(Y/n) hadn't slept a wink. The night had been endless, every minute dragging as memories surged and flickered through her mind. They came in sharp bursts, flashes of faces, voices, and moments she had buried so deeply that now they felt foreign. The past had roared to life like a wildfire, burning through her mind until she couldn't distinguish what was real from what was memory.

She lay curled on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. The hours bled together, and at some point, the darkness in the room gave way to the gray light of dawn. The sun peeked faintly through the curtains, but she barely noticed. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of a precipice, fragile, just one wrong move away from shattering.

And then-

The door burst open, slamming against the wall with a deafening thud.

(Y/n)'s entire body jolted, her heart racing as a bright, orange blur invaded her sanctuary.

"Good morning, honey!" The boy's voice was a little too cheerful, bursting with energy. He bounded into the room like an overexcited puppy, grinning from ear to ear.

Keiji. That was his name. She remembered now. The carrot-headed boy, always dramatic, always wearing that unsettling grin.

He practically bounced across the room toward her bed, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in her curled-up form. "Awww, you look so cute like that!" he cooed, crouching beside her.

(Y/n) stared blankly at him, doing her best to keep her expression neutral. Her heart drummed erratically in her chest, but she kept her face blank. She knew she couldn't let on that she remembered. Not yet.

"But!" Keiji clapped his hands together, the sound far too loud in the quiet room. "Time to wake up! You're making breakfast with me!" he declared, his grin widening, like they were playing some innocent little game.

(Y/n) swallowed thickly, her mouth dry. She knew what she had to do. She couldn't afford to tip him off, not until she figured out more. She had spent all night piecing together fragments of her shattered memories, and now that she had them back - even if they were jagged and painful - she couldn't lose them again.

She forced herself to sit up slowly, wiping at her face to appear groggy rather than terrified. Keiji's eyes glinted, catching her every movement like a hawk watching prey.

"Atta girl!" he chirped brightly, his hand shooting out.

Before she could react, his fingers curled roughly around her wrist, the grip far too tight for his playful demeanor.

"Come on! No time to waste!" he beamed, his excitement buzzing through him like static electricity. He yanked her up from the bed with a strength that startled her. Her wrist throbbed under the pressure of his grip, but he didn't seem to notice, or maybe he didn't care.

"Keiji-" she started, but he was already dragging her toward the door, not giving her a second to catch her breath.

The hallways blurred as he pulled her along, his energy relentless and suffocating. (Y/n) stumbled behind him, trying to keep up as he led her down the stairs, every thud of their feet on the wood echoing loudly in the quiet house. Her heart pounded, both from the sudden movement and the sinking dread coiling in her stomach.

Keiji hummed a cheerful tune as they descended the steps as if this was the most normal morning in the world. His grip remained tight, and the way he tugged her along without any hesitation made it clear. He was in control.

They reached the kitchen, where the morning light spilled through the windows in lazy streams, painting the countertops in gold. The air was thick with unease despite Keiji's seemingly light-hearted demeanor.