Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

101.) Reverie

Souta's voice cut through the icy silence. "Keiji doesn't know I took it," he said calmly, as if he were talking about a misplaced trinket.

(Y/n) clenched her jaw, bile rising in her throat. She forced herself to look at him, gripping the edge of the cooler as a phantom ache clawed at her hands. "Why- why did Keiji even have it?" she stammered, her voice a whisper.

Souta merely shrugged, as if it was all trivial. He crouched down beside her, resting his arm casually on her shoulder. "Not sure," he replied with a grin. Then, before she could recoil, he leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss against her cheek. "But," he murmured, the smile creeping across his face, "maybe I could reattach it?"

(Y/n) felt her pulse quicken, dizzy and numb all at once. Souta's hand traveled down her arm with a sickening familiarity, his fingers lingering over her heavily bandaged left hand. She realized, with growing horror, that it was her missing ring finger- her mind raced, piecing together the chilling implications. Her breath hitched as he gently began unwrapping the bandages, his face intent, studying her as if appraising his handiwork.

As the layers unraveled, the faint pink of dried blood turned to deeper stains, the bandages growing progressively redder, almost as if her wound had been re-opened. She felt time slow, each turn of the bandage making her heart pound faster, her stomach twisting.

As Souta peeled away the final layer of bandage, (Y/n) was forced to confront the aftermath of that night. Her breath caught as she looked down at her hand, a wave of heat flushing through her body as she took in the sight of the severed finger. It had been stitched together by an experienced hand, something the girl never remembered happening.

Her stomach churned, her gaze locked on it, unable to look away even as she felt her vision blur with the sickening reality. Souta sighed, running his fingers over the swollen edges as if inspecting a piece of flawed art. His touch was almost gentle, yet clinical, as he tilted her hand to examine it from every angle. Finally, he began to wrap it back up, his fingers moving with precision, smoothing each layer of bandage back into place.

"It's been too long..." he muttered, almost to himself, disappointment heavy in his voice as he finished tying off the bandage. He seemed so absorbed in his work that he didn't even notice her wide-eyed expression, her shock still settling deep into her bones. When he finally looked up, he gave her a small, resigned smile.

"Well, there's a plan B for everything," he said, brushing his thumb across her cheek before retracting his hand, his frown deepening as he studied her pale face. "Too much?" he asked, almost innocently, as if expecting some sort of reassurance.

She couldn't find the words to respond, her mind still frozen in that night, trapped in the memory of the blade slicing through her hand. Souta, unbothered by her silence, rose to his feet, his expression turning calm once more.

"Come on, let's go," he said, reaching down to guide her to her feet. She stumbled slightly as he helped her up, her legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. She barely registered his grip, his hand warm and steady as he led her out of the closet and back into the room. The world around her felt surreal, her focus blurred as he directed her toward the bed, gently sitting her down as if she were fragile.

Souta lingered, his gaze settling on the mannequin across the room. He crossed to it, pausing for a moment before he began to carefully lift the wedding dress from its shoulders. His movements were almost reverent, each touch deliberate as he eased the delicate fabric free. He held it for a moment, inspecting the gown as if it were the answer to everything.

Souta took his time walking the dress over to her, his fingers brushing along the delicate fabrics as he moved. "Do you see this lace here?" he murmured, his eyes flicking up to hers as he savored her expression of growing dread. "I sewed it by hand, strand by strand. And this fabric... pure silk. Hard to come by, but worth it, don't you think?"