Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

96.) Memento Mori

TW: MENTION OF SH

"Kai!" (Y/n)'s voice pierced the thick silence, her tone raw with alarm as she crouched down to his level, her mind racing to comprehend the damage he'd just inflicted. She watched in horror as he yanked the knife from his side, the blood staining his shirt, dark and foreboding, as it dripped down to the ground in a slow, steady stream.

Kai, chest heaving and voice broken, looked up at her, his face twisted with regret. "I'm the whole reason you're in this mess," he choked out, lifting the knife shakily towards his wrist.

Despite the resentment she felt for him - for every cruel trick, every life he'd jeopardized - (Y/n) couldn't bear the thought of him doing this in front of her. "Kai, stop-" Her voice was pleading, but he ignored her, his eyes haunted as he muttered, "I deserve this after everything I've done to you."

The knife glinted as he prepared to drag it across his wrist, his hand steady with grim determination. She lunged forward, her hand reaching to grab it, but he pulled back, the knife grazing through the air between them. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice breaking, though the warning was empty and laced with defeat.

He raised the blade to his side again, positioning it as if he intended to go deeper this time, his hand trembling as he applied pressure. Blood trickled from the point of impact, his pained whimper barely masked by his gritted teeth.

"Kai- wait!" she cried out, desperation flooding her voice. "There's another way! You can still make things right." She hoped her words would penetrate his clouded mind. "Information would be enough," she coaxed softly, trying to steady her own shaking voice.

His hand paused, the knife trembling mid-air, as his tear-filled gaze met hers, a glimmer of hope flickering in his otherwise bleak expression. "How..?" His voice was barely a whisper. "How could I ever make this right? I... I can't let you go."

She leaned closer, careful not to startle him, her gaze steady and pleading. "Kai," she said, her voice soft but firm, "just tell me the truth. That's all. How did Aiko die?"

The name seemed to hit him like a physical blow, and his gaze grew bleary, his hand hovering as he struggled to hold back more tears. His grip on the knife slackened, the blade sinking just a third of the way in, enough to show the agony he was feeling, but not yet enough to finish what he'd started.

This was her chance, her mind sharpened to a dangerous focus. If she could pull every last secret from him, she'd have what she needed. And if he bled out in the process, then... she'd have her freedom.

Kai's voice trembled, almost a whisper, his body swaying dangerously on his knees as blood trickled from the side of his mouth. "Asahi," he whispered, his grip on the knife loosening. With a grimace, he pulled the blade out slowly, fresh blood pooling as he winced in pain. "Asahi killed her... strangled her." His breath hitched, complexion turning deathly pale as he stared, almost unseeing, at the darkening blood on his shirt.

(Y/n)'s brows knitted together, her heart sinking as his words sank in. Asahi had killed Aiko? A deep ache spread through her chest, but she forced herself to stay steady. She needed to know more. "What... what do you mean?" Her voice was low, nearly trembling.

The blond swallowed thickly, struggling to suppress a cough as blood bubbled in his throat. "Aiko...  she was supposed to live," he managed, his eyes unfocused, lost somewhere distant. "But Asahi went off course. Said something about you ignoring him..."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, a sick anger bubbling up from within. Her best friend's life was cut short because of Asahi's jealousy? She could hardly believe it. There had to be more to it, something that made sense. But Kai was beginning to sway, his body weakened and threatening to collapse. She needed more answers.