Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

90.) Schism

Yuuto groaned as (Y/n) slumped forward in the chair, her body going limp. Her head lolled to the side, her breath shallow and uneven.

"Of course," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. "Women can never handle anything."

He let out a long, exasperated sigh and placed the bloodied bone shears on the counter, far away from her. For a moment, he simply stood there, looking down at her unconscious form with mild amusement. Vulnerable, defenseless, and utterly at his mercy.

"All bark, no bite," he hummed, a faint smirk pulling at his lips as he shook his head.

After wiping his hands clean on a towel, Yuuto began gathering bandaging supplies from the cabinet. He pulled out sterile gauze, disinfectant, rolls of medical tape, and clean bandages. Tossing everything onto the counter beside the bone shears, he gave the bloodied mess on her hands one quick glance before getting to work.

He crouched beside her, grabbing her limp right hand. The mangled stump where her index finger used to be oozed blood, the skin split and raw. Yuuto shook his head, annoyed at the sight, and soaked a piece of gauze in disinfectant.

"Hold still," he muttered, more to himself than to her unconscious form, as he dabbed the wound. Blood smeared across her skin, the gauze quickly saturating, but Yuuto continued without pausing. He wrapped the wound tightly, binding the jagged stump with gauze, then secured the bandage with strips of medical tape.

Once satisfied with the job, he moved to her left hand, repeating the process. Her severed ring finger left a gaping wound that wept blood down her palm and wrist. Yuuto cleaned it with the same brisk, efficient movements, showing little care for the pain she would feel if she were awake. He worked in silence, his expression calm, detached.

When both hands were neatly wrapped in white bandages, Yuuto stood and dusted off his palms. "There. Good as new."

He undid the leather straps binding her to the chair, watching her body slump forward like a rag doll. (Y/n) fell against him, her head hitting his chest, completely limp.

Yuuto chuckled softly at the pathetic sight. "You really are hopeless."

With ease, he scooped her up, hoisting her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. Her bloodied hands dangled at her sides as he carried her across the room to the cold, metal bed. He dropped her onto the mattress with little care, her body bouncing slightly on impact.

Yuuto took his time securing her to the bed. He pulled the leather restraints over her wrists and ankles, tightening them until her limbs were locked firmly in place. For good measure, he checked each strap twice, ensuring there was no slack for her to wriggle free.

Once satisfied, Yuuto stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Now to clean up the mess you made."

He clicked his tongue in annoyance and glanced down at the two severed fingers lying on the floor, surrounded by dark smears of blood. "Disgusting," he muttered.

Walking back to the cabinet, Yuuto grabbed a pair of latex gloves and snapped them on with practiced ease. He pulled a ziplock bag from a drawer, shook it open, and crouched down beside the bloodied fingers.

With minimal care, he picked up each finger, feeling the slick texture through the gloves. One by one, he placed them inside the plastic bag. The fingers hit the bottom of the bag with a dull, wet thump. Yuuto sealed the bag and set it back on the counter with a casual flick of his wrist.

"Should make her clean this up," he muttered under his breath as he grabbed a rag and dropped to his knees.

He wiped the blood from the floor in long, deliberate strokes, the rag darkening with each pass. Yuuto's expression twisted with disgust as he worked, annoyed that he had to deal with the aftermath of her defiance.