Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

102.) Deliverance

"(Y/n) is- oh, hey, (Y/n)!" Keiji's voice broke into the room, only for his excitement to falter as he took in her attire. His initial smile shifted, his brow arching as he surveyed the dress with its ornate lace and glistening diamonds. "Ah... hah." His face fell, and his gaze flicked to the icebox on Souta's desk. "What's that?"

Souta straightened, his posture tightening as he narrowed his eyes at the orange haired boy. "None of your concern," he muttered, crossing his arms defensively.

But Keiji didn't back down, his focus zeroed in on (Y/n) as he took a measured step forward. "And why's she wearing that?" he demanded. Just as he was about to take another step, a tousled blond head poked into the doorway.

"What's going on?" Yuuto asked, his gaze shifting from (Y/n) to Keiji, an annoyed frown crossing his face. "Didn't you just say she was missing?" he muttered, clearly displeased with the false alarm.

Keiji ignored Yuuto, his attention locked on Souta. "Why's she wearing that?" he repeated, his voice lower but still insistent.

Yuuto sighed, his hand coming down on Keiji's shoulder to stop him from moving forward. "Look, (Y/n) looks a little flushed," he remarked. "She hasn't eaten since that stunt, and who knows how long before that? Why don't you go prepare her some food, hmm?" His gaze flicked toward (Y/n) meaningfully. "She looks like she needs it."

Keiji's defiant expression softened as he glanced at (Y/n), who stood awkwardly in the dress, hands clutching at the fabric. After a beat, he nodded reluctantly, though a hint of suspicion lingered in his gaze as he looked back at Souta. "Only if she helps," he said pointedly.

Yuuto paused, glancing at (Y/n) thoughtfully before turning back to Keiji. "Keiji, she's sick. Don't you want to take care of her?" he reasoned, his voice calm but firm.

Keiji stiffened, narrowing his eyes before he turned sharply to the blond, shrugging Yuuto's hand off his shoulder. "She can sit at the counter. Her and me. Alone," he demanded, his tone cold and unyielding as his hazel eyes locked intensely onto Yuuto's yellow ones.

Yuuto took a deep breath, his gaze sliding over (Y/n), noting the paleness in her face and the awkward drape of the wedding dress. A slight grimace touched his features before he gave a reluctant nod. "I suppose..."

Souta's eyes flashed with irritation, his brows pulling together as he interjected, "You can't be serious-"

"It's fine," (Y/n) finally spoke up, the words slipping out with quiet determination. Watching Keiji cook had to be better than whatever plans Souta had in mind.

All eyes turned to her, and a slow, triumphant grin spread across Keiji's face. "Wonderful!" he chirped, striding over to her with gleeful enthusiasm. Without a word of warning, he bent down, one arm slipping beneath her knees and the other supporting her back, lifting her with surprising ease.

"Look! I'm bridal-carrying you in a wedding dress!" he exclaimed brightly, glancing over his shoulder to gauge Souta's reaction. The moment he met Souta's dark glare, he chuckled, amused at the sight of him visibly seething. Ignoring the tension lingering behind them, Keiji carried her out of the room, while (Y/n) stayed stiff and tense in his arms.

As they exited, Souta fixed a sharp, accusatory gaze on Yuuto. "You better have a plan," he hissed, venom in his voice.

Yuuto only nodded, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes as though exhausted. "I do..." he muttered, his voice barely audible but resolved, an unsettling glint in his gaze.