Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

87.) Wonderhall

TW: SA

(Y/n) froze, her body locking up at the sound of his voice. Riku spoke. The realization hit her like a freight train. Not only had he broken a silence that lasted years, but he admitted he had killed Reina.

This wasn't supposed to happen. She'd only been stalling for time, trying to rattle him. But now she was standing face to face with a murderer. A murderer who claimed he did it for them.

Her heart raced as her breath hitched. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Riku closed the door behind him with a soft click, the sound echoing like a final nail in a coffin. There was no escape now- he had her trapped.

"Wh-why?" she stammered, her voice trembling as she instinctively backed up, trying to put distance between them.

That unnerving smirk remained on Riku's face, curling ever so slightly at the corners like he was savoring this moment. "I did it for us," he rasped. His voice was hoarse and cracked like sandpaper scraping against glass.

(Y/n) felt her skin crawl. Her eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for something - anything - that could serve as a weapon. But there was nothing. No scissors on the desk, no heavy objects nearby, and nothing within reach. The mirror in the bathroom flashed briefly in her mind, she could smash it and grab a shard. No. Too risky. He was already too close for her to make it there.

She cursed under her breath, panic creeping in from all sides. She had to think fast.

"Why?" she pressed, hoping to buy herself more time, hoping he would keep talking instead of acting.

Riku's gaze darkened, and the smirk on his lips twisted into something almost amused, like he found her question naïve. Slowly, he tilted his head to the side, cracking his neck with a sickening pop. "She saw something she wasn't supposed to see," he said, his voice eerily casual.

He took another step closer. The walls were closing in on (Y/n). Her back hit the wall, her hands gripping the cold surface behind her as if it would ground her. She couldn't hide. She couldn't run. Attacking would be suicide.

Her pulse thundered in her ears. She forced herself to take a breath, to stay calm. If she panicked now, she was dead.

"You... you said it was for us?" she asked, her voice softer now, forcing herself to meet his gaze. If she could feed into his delusion, even just for a little longer, she might be able to survive.

Riku's eyes flickered with something - hope, maybe, or something darker, like obsession - and he gave a slow nod.

"Then... you did the right thing," (Y/n) whispered, her voice steady despite the bile rising in her throat. Lie. Keep lying. She had no choice.

Riku stopped in front of her, towering over her now, and for a moment, he seemed to believe her. But she could tell by the tension in his shoulders and the stiffness in his jaw that he wasn't letting his guard down just yet.

His hand came up slowly, hovering just over her cheek. She had to stop herself from flinching. The air between them was suffocating, charged with tension and something unspoken. His hand didn't touch her, just hovered, as if savoring the closeness.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to speak to you," Riku murmured, his dark eyes flickering down to her lips for a brief moment before locking with hers again.

(Y/n)'s heart pounded painfully against her ribs, every instinct screaming at her to run. But she couldn't. Not yet.

"And how much I've already done for us..." he whispered, his breath shaky, almost reverent, as if confessing to a lover. His hand trembled ever so slightly in the space between them, and (Y/n) could feel the weight of his obsession pressing down on her like a vice.