Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

114.) Dissonance

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(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open to the muffled sound of piano keys. The soft melody, disjointed and erratic, stirred her from the depths of sleep. She tried to blink the exhaustion from her eyes, but they felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive. Her vision was blurry at first, the edges of the room drifting in and out of focus. When her eyes finally adjusted, she saw the dim, unfamiliar setting of Asahi's room. The piano wasn't too far, its keys sounding out random notes. She blinked a few more times, her mind sluggishly trying to piece together how she'd ended up here.

How had she gotten here?

The last thing she remembered... was slipping into exhaustion, the weight of everything pressing down on her. Had she collapsed? Or had someone moved her? Her gaze swept the room, but it only made her head spin. Asahi's room was messier than the last time she'd seen it- papers scattered across the floor, clothes thrown in disarray. The bed was unmade, with several blankets thrown over the floor as if someone had been tossing and turning. The air felt thick with the remnants of chaos.

She went to move, but the effort was futile. Her body felt sluggish, weak, the kind of exhaustion that felt like it had been slowly draining her for days. Her limbs were like lead weights, unresponsive to her commands. Panic tugged at her chest, and she forced herself to focus. The sound of the piano continued, the chaotic notes pressing into her consciousness. She focused on the gray haired boy sitting at the bench of the noise.

Asahi.

What was he doing?

Her body was locked in place, but her hearing sharpened. She could hear the erratic, discordant chords as Asahi's fingers ran over the keys, each note a sharp contrast to the one before it. She blinked again, trying to clear her foggy mind. What had he done to her? Why was she here?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a frustrated curse. Asahi stopped playing suddenly, his breath sharp and ragged as he turned to face her. When their eyes met, his own widened in surprise, but only for a moment. A flicker of guilt crossed his features before he quickly masked it with a strained smile.

"I didn't think you'd be awake so soon," he muttered, his voice hoarse, like he hadn't spoken for hours. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping across the floor as he hurried over to her side. His movements were jittery, as if every action he made was driven by an undercurrent of nervous energy.

Asahi crouched next to her, his teal eyes sweeping over her face with a careful intensity, inspecting her. She could see the lines of exhaustion beneath his eyes, the shadows that had settled there like they had taken root. He looked... wrecked. His hair was a tangled mess, not the usual neatness she'd associated with him. His usual composed appearance was gone, replaced by an almost frantic energy. His clothes were disheveled, his sleeves rolled up in a hasty manner, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out toward her.

"I stole some sedatives from Yuuto's room, sorry," he mumbled quickly, his words tumbling out, a rapid string of apologies, as if he was trying to explain himself in a rush. He sounded like he was more agitated than usual, like he was desperately trying to make sense of what he'd done, even as he did it. His eyes were wide and feverish, not quite focused, as if the exhaustion was starting to catch up with him.

"I've... uh- I've been working on something for you," Asahi said, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. He glanced back at the piano, not meeting her gaze, his fingers twitching at his sides. "I wanted- I wanted to show you how... sorry I am."