Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

85.) Anger

(Y/n) kept her expression soft, hiding the tension curling beneath her skin. She needed to keep the act up just a little longer, just enough to nudge Souta further.

"What happened to her?" she asked, taking a step forward, her tone delicate, almost hesitant. She could see the way his guard dropped slightly at the sound of her voice, how desperate he was for someone to understand his grief.

Souta exhaled slowly, running a hand through his purple hair as if smoothing back the weight of the memory. "She passed," he said quietly, a heaviness clinging to the words.

(Y/n) tilted her head, feigning concern. "How?" she asked softly, pressing just enough to keep the conversation flowing. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest, hoping he wouldn't catch on.

Souta's expression crumpled slightly, the wound clearly still fresh. He dragged his hand down his face and sighed deeply, as though saying the words might crack him open. "Electrocution. Slipped on some water and fell against the breaker."

She forced herself to stay composed, pressing her advantage further. "I'm so sorry... that must have been awful finding her like that," she said, stepping closer. She needed him to believe her, to keep the conversation going- and, to her relief, he did. His features softened slightly, as if grateful for her empathy.

Souta shook his head, looking away. "I wasn't the one who found her," he admitted with a quiet bitterness. "It was Keiji and Riku. I don't think I would've been able to contain myself if I saw that."

(Y/n)'s mind raced. So, Riku and Keiji were involved. If she could get more from him, if he let his guard down just a bit more, it might give her the edge she needed to finally understand how deep their guilt ran.

She stepped even closer, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she were stepping into a fragile moment. She cupped Souta's cheeks with both hands, her thumbs brushing lightly over his skin. His gaze met hers, raw and uncertain, and for a moment, she could see how isolated he was in his grief, how much he needed someone to pull him from it.

"Still," she whispered, her voice low and soothing, "grief is never easy to experience. You're not alone."

For a moment, something inside Souta shifted. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, his hand resting over hers on his cheek. It was like he craved the comfort, the reassurance- anything to numb the ache inside him.

And then the illusion shattered.

"Get the hell away from her."

(Y/n) flinched at the sound of the cold, venom-laced voice. Her head snapped toward the archway, and there, looming in the doorway, stood Keiji.

His expression was dark, his jaw clenched so tightly she could see the tension in his face. His bright orange hair seemed to bristle with fury, his hazel eyes narrow and sharp, gleaming with jealousy and possession.

Souta's hand dropped instantly from hers, his body stiffening under the weight of Keiji's glare. The delicate moment between them dissolved into thin air, and a new, more dangerous tension filled the kitchen.

(Y/n) tried to step back, her heart pounding in her chest, but Keiji's burning gaze pinned her in place. He wasn't just angry, he was furious.

"Keiji," Souta started, lifting a hand as if to calm him down, but it only seemed to make Keiji angrier.

"What do you think you're doing?" Keiji's voice was low and dangerous, the sharp edge of it enough to make (Y/n) feel like a mouse cornered by a cat. "She's mine today. You know that."

(Y/n) swallowed hard, feeling the walls closing in on her. She knew she had to tread carefully- Keiji wasn't just possessive, he was unpredictable. If she pushed too hard, things could spiral quickly out of her control.