Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

97.) Depression

TW: MENTION OF SH AND S*ICIDE

Outside, the relentless thuds on the door suddenly stopped, and she heard Keiji moving around in Souta's room. Her pulse raced. Her mind shot back to the strange, almost impossible way Yuuto had found her, how he'd seen her in Mao's house, tampered with the HVAC system, called her when she was supposed to be hidden. Everything felt like a twisted, inescapable web. How had Kai gotten his hands on the phone? Did her mother ever make it to the station? Or did they control everything, even the police? Her heart clenched, her breath hitching at the dark realization she was no longer sure if she could hope for help from anyone outside these walls.

As the dread seeped into her veins, a faint, metallic scraping cut through the silence. Her eyes shot to the door, and her heart skipped a beat. Is he trying to pick the lock?

"Good thing Souta had pins lying around everywhere!" Keiji called out, his voice disturbingly cheerful. "Really makes things easier. After this, we can have a nice bonfire, hm?" His voice held a twisted warmth, as though he were trying to soothe her, to make her think this was somehow normal.

"That horrendous display of a wedding dress can be the fuel, and we can roast pieces of Emi!" Keiji chirped with a sick enthusiasm from the other side of the door, each word punctuated by the metal click of pins twisting in the lock. His voice was almost cheerful, like he was proposing a friendly bonfire rather than something macabre and vile. "She's still alive, so it's not like the meat's getting bad or anything."

(Y/n) felt her stomach twist as her eyes flickered around the small bathroom. Panic closed around her heart, but a sharp determination overrode the dread seeping into her bones. Her eyes trailed over the edges of the mirror, and an idea started to take shape. It was reckless, desperate, but desperation was all she had left.

With a shaky exhale, she approached the toilet and heaved off the heavy tank cover. It felt cold and familiar in her hands, her weakened muscles straining as she lifted it over her shoulder. The weight wobbled, but she steeled herself and swung it toward the mirror with everything she had left. The mirror shattered with a deafening crash, the image of her terrified face fracturing into a thousand shards.

"(Y/n)? What was that?" Keiji's voice wavered, a sliver of panic slicing through his cheerful tone as he fumbled more frantically with the lock.

Ignoring him, she crouched down, hands trembling as she reached for a jagged shard. She wedged it between her thumb and middle finger, her fingers trembling as the sharp edge pressed into her skin. A lump formed in her throat, and she felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, but she pushed the fear down, burying it under the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

The click of the lock made her blood run cold, and she scrambled to her feet as Keiji burst through the door, his orange hair disheveled, eyes scanning the room. She took a step back, holding the shard of glass to her neck, her hand shaking but her gaze defiant.

"Stay back," she warned, her voice barely steady as she pressed the shard close enough to feel its chill against her skin.

Keiji stopped dead in his tracks, his expression shifting from feigned concern to a blank, almost calculating stare. Slowly, he raised his hands in mock surrender, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. "Put it down, (Y/n)," he said softly, voice coaxing but laced with impatience.

"I said, stay back!" She tightened her grip, pressing the shard harder against her skin, enough to feel the faintest prickle of pain but not enough to draw blood. Her voice trembled, but she stood her ground.