Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

91.) Egress

(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open slowly, her mind swimming through the fog of unconsciousness. Her limbs felt numb and tingly, like pins and needles prickling every inch of her body. She squinted against the harsh fluorescent light overhead, its annoying hum drilling into her skull. When she tried to move, the cold bite of metal against her skin reminded her that she was still strapped down, her wrists and ankles bound tightly to the frame of the metal bed.

Groggily, she turned her head toward her hands, her pulse thudding unevenly in her ears. The sight hit her like a punch to the gut.

Both hands were wrapped in bloodied gauze and stiff, makeshift bandages, crude and stained deep red. She stared at the covered stumps where her index finger and ring finger should have been, hoping it was just some horrible nightmare.

But no. The pain was real. The throbbing, fiery sensation in her hand was real. That fucking psychopath had actually done it. Yuuto had cut off two of her fingers.

A strangled noise escaped her throat, a mix between a sob and a growl of frustration. Anger seethed through her like molten metal, but so did panic. What else would he take next? Her tongue? Her toes? Her arms?

The thought alone made bile rise in her throat.

She let her head fall roughly against the metal table, the cold pressing into the back of her skull as she sucked in shallow breaths. She was alone.

The only sound in the room was the persistent buzz of the overhead light, flickering slightly like it too was struggling to hold on.

She had to get out before he came back.

Her breath hitched and she began fighting against the restraints with renewed determination. She tugged and thrashed, twisting her wrists in a frantic attempt to free herself. The coarse fabric of the restraints bit into her skin, leaving her wrists raw and red, the skin beginning to peel and rub away.

Each time she pulled, the stumps on her hands flared with excruciating pain, a phantom ache creeping up from where her missing fingers used to be. It burned and twisted in unnatural ways, making her feel like the fingers were still there, but mangled and wrong. She fought through it, gritting her teeth as she tried to slip her wrists free, but the metal bedframe dug into her bones mercilessly.

A sharp hiss escaped her as her nerves screamed for her to stop, but she refused. She couldn't just lie there and wait for Yuuto to come back. She had no idea what he would take next.

Her breathing grew heavier, chest heaving with each desperate tug, until she heard it.

Footsteps.

Hurried footsteps pounding down wooden stairs.

(Y/n) froze, her heart stuttering in fear. Was it him? Was Yuuto coming back to finish the job?

The door burst open violently, slamming against the wall, and (Y/n) squinted toward the entrance.

There, standing in the doorway, was Souta. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his breathing ragged, and his usually calm expression twisted in worry.

His eyes locked onto her bound form, and for a second, pure disbelief flickered across his face.

Souta's sharp breath hitched as his eyes scanned over (Y/n). His nose, now nearly healed from the fight he'd been in with Riku, twitched slightly, but that small victory was the last thing on his mind. His gaze softened the moment it landed on her, and he took a cautious step closer, as if afraid she might break under his touch.

"What did he do to you...?" he whispered, voice catching in disbelief. His hands reached out, trembling as they hovered over her bandaged hands, the red stains already soaking through the gauze. "My darling..." he whispered again, the pet name falling from his lips like a plea.