Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

99.) Solace

TW: MENTIONS OF SA

Blearily, (Y/n) opened her eyes. Her throat felt raw, her limbs foreign and heavy. But there was something comforting about the soft fabric pressing against her. She blinked, her vision blurred and doubled, trying to make sense of her surroundings. It looked like her room, her bed, the TV on across from her. A wave of confusion mingled with dread washed over her as fragmented memories started to surface, and then, her breath hitched. She remembered what she had done. Instinctively, she tried to raise a hand to her neck, but something held her back. Her wrists didn't budge, a resistant pull binding them. She tried to crane her neck to look, but a sharp, searing pain shot through it, forcing her still.

She was... alive? How? Her senses returned gradually, her hearing the last to kick in, catching the low hum of voices and the distant, muffled sounds from the TV. "You awake?" A familiar voice broke through, freezing her in place. She barely dared to breathe.

Asahi's face appeared above her, his expression a strange mix of relief and concern. "Jesus..." he muttered softly, leaning closer. His hand reached out, brushing some stray strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear.

"How-" she began, her voice cracked and hoarse, but he shushed her, brows drawing together.

"You scared us," he said quietly, his voice betraying a faint tremor. She lay rigid, resisting the urge to shrink away from his touch, a heavy sense of betrayal and frustration flooding her.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, and she nearly scoffed at his question. He knew why. She had told him, told all of them.

"Asahi..." His head perked up, a flicker of relief breaking through as a small, hopeful smile appeared at hearing his name from her lips.

"How do you still not get it..." (Y/n) muttered, swallowing to soothe her raw throat, her voice barely a rasp. A heavy silence hung between them, and she broke it, asking, "Where... where are the others?"

Asahi leaned back slightly, glancing at the TV screen for a beat before answering. "Yuuto is bandaging himself and Souta," he replied, casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Keiji's dealing with Kai. That leaves me on watch with you."

The name jolted her, and she forced herself to ask, "Is Kai... okay?"

Asahi's eyes briefly flicked toward her, his expression unreadable. "Don't worry about him," he deflected, shifting his weight as he slid down to sit at the foot on her bed, pressing his back against the wall. The casual closeness made her stomach turn. She couldn't stand the idea of him being so comfortable in her space.

"Get off," she demanded, her voice tight with anger and frustration.

He let out a chuckle. "Or what?"

"You killed Aiko," she reminded him sharply, her words slicing through the air like a blade. His face shifted, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips.

"Are you still upset about that? It was forever ago."

"Not to me!" she shouted, the anger finally bubbling to the surface. The intensity of her voice startled him, his gaze snapping to her, his usual smugness faltering.

"Stop getting worked up. You need to rest," he said, his voice softer, almost pacifying. She ignored him, pulling at the restraints, her wrists aching as the anger overwhelmed her.

"Get the hell off!" she screamed, her voice raw, her wrists reddening against the bindings. A flash of worry passed over Asahi's face, and he held up his hands in mock surrender, stepping away from the bed.