Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

115.) Fray

Asahi's scream tore through the room, raw and guttural, echoing off the walls as he released her, instinctively reaching for the wooden drumstick lodged in his eye. But she wasn't finished- not yet. With a shaky surge of determination, she forced herself to push the drumstick further in, feeling his grip falter in agony. His hands flew up, slapping wildly at hers, and in her weakened state, she lost her hold on the stick, watching as it wobbled in his bloodied eye socket.

His face twisted in fury as he staggered backward, clutching at the stick, the skin around his eye turning a deep, angry red as he yanked it free. Blood and a clear, viscous liquid poured out, a grotesque mix that left her dizzy and sickened. Her body screamed at her to move, to get away, but her legs, still half-numb from the sedatives, could barely respond. She used her arms to crawl, dragging herself away as fast as her trembling body would allow. She dared a glance back at him, and what she saw chilled her to the core.

"You... fucking... bitch!" he shrieked, his voice a venomous hiss. "What the fuck did you do?!"

He clamped a bloody hand over his left eye, desperately trying to stop the torrent of blood, but what really panicked him was the blindness. Realizing he could no longer see through his mangled eye, his expression twisted into a mask of murderous rage. His right eye fixed on her with unbridled hatred, his face drenched in tears of pain and fury.

As she continued to crawl, each second granted her a little more strength in her legs, though they were still weak and shaking beneath her. "I'll fucking kill you," he rasped, his voice seething as he staggered toward her.

He lunged forward, their bodies tangled on the cold floor, a chaotic clash of limbs and fury. (Y/n) struggled beneath Asahi's weight, the sedative lingering in her veins like dead weight, slowing her movements. But she wasn't giving up. Not after everything he'd done. Not after the friends and family he'd taken from her.

Asahi loomed over her, his one good eye wild with anger, the other swollen and bleeding, a horrifying sight of red and swelling flesh where the drumstick had struck. His hands clamped down on her shoulders, pinning her with bruising force as he sneered down at her. "Why, (Y/n)?" he seethed, voice a low, trembling snarl. "Why couldn't you just see me?"

She twisted beneath him, pushing back with every ounce of strength she had, but he only pressed harder, his bloody grip sliding slightly but holding steady. "You never even looked at me the way you did with everyone else," he spat, his face close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath against her cheek. "You could have just been proud of me... why wasn't I ever enough?"

His words barely registered over her racing heartbeat, her eyes narrowing at his twisted confession. "Proud of you?" she hissed, using his moment of distraction to twist her leg free and knee him in the side, feeling her strength returning. "You killed them. You killed my mother, my best friend. And you think I could ever be proud of you?"

The blow knocked him to the side, loosening his grip enough for her to twist beneath him, and she managed to shove him off with a fierce burst of adrenaline. But his rage only burned hotter, his face contorting as he clawed his way back toward her, grabbing for her leg as she tried to crawl away.

"You don't understand," he growled, yanking her back. She kicked at him, her foot colliding with his chest, but he gripped her ankle tightly, his nails biting into her skin. "Everything I did was for you, for us. If you would just see me-"

"See you?" she cut him off, her voice a bitter scoff. "What the hell was I supposed to see? A monster?! All you've done is hurt me!"

He hesitated, his good eye flickering with a strange mix of pain and desperation, and for a split second, she almost saw a glimmer of remorse. But then his grip tightened, and he lunged at her again, his hands scrabbling for her throat.