The Demons Within (Male Yandere x Female Reader)

C8 - Liquor

"My father has been bugging me to invite you over for some food. Apparently, he was quite good friends with yours and wanted to check up on how you were getting along."

The small orange-haired boy looked up from the book that was loosely held within his hands and looked over to Y/n.

Aaron's expression stiffened for a few moments, then quickly returned to normal as he thought about the proposal for a few seconds.

Going over to Y/n's house would give him an excuse to delay his return home for as long as possible.

Even though that woman usually didn't arrive home until late, even being in that apartment was an arduous task for the small boy.

The whole abode was chock-full of painful recollections for Aaron, and the lurking black figure certainly wouldn't give him a moment's rest by vividly reminding him of those memories.

Staying outside of the apartment wasn't really an option for the frail child, who was weak to the elements and lacked the energy to move around much.

Aaron stared at Y/n before giving a small nod in response to her invitation, resulting in a beaming smile blooming upon her visage.

The small, orange-haired boy had been enjoying his experience at the new school he had been attending, finding the material to be a definite improvement from what he was taught at his previous institution.

Furthermore, thanks to the girl sitting next to him, the number of unpleasant experiences caused by his classmates had certainly dwindled indeed.

It wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say that Aaron trusted the kind Y/n more than any other person as of now.

After the school day had ended, Aaron met up with the black-haired girl and began their walk towards her house, which happened to be in the same direction as his apartment was.

Although it wasn't nearly as far as his abode was.

While they walked together, Y/n made no waste of the time she had with him, rambling on about a few series that she'd recently read and which parts she liked and disliked, Aaron sometimes nodding in agreement with what she had to say.

Just like when he was reading books, listening to the girl's words had enlisted him into a calm state, his past trauma forgotten about for a short moment.

Slowing herself down to match his pace was also something Aaron appreciated. Having a weak body combined with his left leg's previous injury, which had left him with some residual pain, his walking pace was certainly not up to par with normal people.

Around ten minutes of talking later, they approached a medium-sized house, prompting Y/n to reach into her bag's pockets and pull out the door key.

The front yard had been neatly taken care of, and a few colourful plants placed beside the door helped make the house look more vibrant from the outside.

Compared to Aaron's concrete complex, the difference was like night and day.

The moment the bright blue door swung open, Aaron started to realise how unnatural his life had been up until this point.

A pail whine shrieked from a rusty metal door, which slowly crept open to reveal a small apartment.

The sun behind the boy leaked into the gloomy space, vanquishing the darkness that had taken hold over his place of residence.

Shards of glass and clothes haphazardly laid on the ground, stains of all colours littering the grey walls as a laugh track sounded out from just around the corner.