Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

89.) Bargaining

After hiding the phone in a vent, (Y/n) collapsed on the cold bathroom floor, her back pressed against the wall. Her mind raced, replaying the events that just unfolded in a sickening loop. Riku was dead. Gone. His lifeless body crumpled on the ground like a discarded doll. She hugged her knees to her chest, her breathing ragged, trying and failing to push away the heavy realization that settled over her like a weight she couldn't lift.

She stared at the tiled floor, tracing invisible patterns with her eyes as if doing so would ground her. What happens now? It had to be around midnight, maybe earlier, but she didn't care to check. None of them were going to call the police, she knew that much. The others were too twisted, too cunning, to leave evidence lying around.

So, what next? Stage it to look like Riku had run away? Or would they dispose of his body entirely? A chill ran down her spine at the thought, and she rubbed shaky fingers through her tangled hair, exhaling slowly to calm the tremor in her hands. But there was no calming this. The walls of the small bathroom felt like they were closing in, crushing her with guilt, fear, and uncertainty.

And then, her world shattered when she heard it: her bedroom door opening with an unmistakable creak. Her heart froze in her chest, and all the air seemed to leave the room in one terrifying instant.

Footsteps padded softly across the floor, stopping just outside the bathroom door. (Y/n) swallowed hard, her pulse roaring in her ears. She pressed herself deeper against the wall, willing herself to become invisible.

The door handle turned slowly, the metal squeaking, and she sucked in a sharp breath as the door swung open just a crack. The dim light from her room spilled into the bathroom, casting an eerie shadow.

Her heart plummeted.

Yuuto.

The blond stood in the doorway, one arm braced against the frame, his sharp yellow eyes locking onto her with a mixture of irritation and cold indifference.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" she muttered under her breath, though the words barely escaped her lips.

He leaned casually against the frame, his scowl deepening. "You're in here more than you are in your actual room." His voice was cool, detached, but there was an edge to it that made her skin crawl. His gaze drifted slowly around the cramped bathroom, taking in every detail.

When his eyes landed on the toilet's tank cover, his stare lingered for a moment too long, as if he was mentally cataloging something. Then his gaze snapped back to her, cold and calculating.

"We have some things to discuss," he said, his tone firm, leaving no room for argument.

(Y/n) fought the instinct to shrink under his stare, forcing herself to sit up straighter despite the crushing weight in her chest. "I don't want to talk," she whispered, but even she could hear how weak and hollow the words sounded.

Yuuto's lips curled slightly- not quite a smile, more like the ghost of one. "Unfortunately for you, this isn't a conversation you get to skip. A little birdie told me you got your memories back," he said smoothly, his tone cool and deliberate, like a hunter toying with its prey.

(Y/n)'s heart dropped. Riku told Souta... And she had completely forgotten. Did Souta tell him? Panic clawed its way up her throat as Yuuto took a slow, deliberate step closer.

Instinctively, she backed into the shower, her heels slipping slightly on the wet tile. She could feel the cool porcelain against her back with nowhere left to run. Just like before. A jolt of fear ran through her as memories surged forward.

Yuuto let out an irritated groan, but she wasn't about to wait and see what would happen next. With trembling hands, she grabbed the showerhead, cranking the knob to the hottest setting. The water shot out in a scalding spray, and she aimed it directly at his face.