Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

122.) Apricity

The cold air clung to (Y/n)'s skin as she sat in the back of the police car, its warmth a meager comfort compared to the chill that had settled deep inside her bones. The chaos from inside the house, the blood, the bodies, still swirled in her mind like a vortex. The officers had ushered her out of the house quickly, her heart still pounding from the violence and the adrenaline, now replaced with a dull, heavy emptiness that seeped into her limbs.

The police were everywhere. There were sirens, flashing lights, and more officers than the girl had ever seen in one place. She watched as the body bags were carried out of the house, the finality of it all sinking into her chest with each bag. Which of them are they? She wondered, her gaze following the procession of bodies being placed into the backs of waiting vans. Keiji. Yuuto. And... she couldn't bring herself to think about the others.

The sound of helicopters overhead sent a shiver down her spine, the whir of the blades too loud, too invasive. The flashing lights and media crews felt like an intrusive buzzkill. This wasn't supposed to be news. This wasn't supposed to be some big story. But it was. It was the kind of story that people would talk about for years. The massacre at the old mansion.

And she was at the center of it.

She glanced around, her eyes lost in the blur of officers and reporters, but her gaze landed back on the house. Everything seemed so quiet now, so empty, even though the air was thick with noise. Did any of it even matter? She wondered. She didn't know what was going to happen next. What was she supposed to feel? Relief? Grief? It was all tangled inside her, an overwhelming knot that she couldn't untangle, couldn't even begin to understand.

Suddenly, an officer approached the car, his footsteps crunching through the gravel. He opened the door, and (Y/n)'s eyes lifted, but the officer didn't speak right away. Instead, he simply gestured for her to get out. There was a firmness in his movements, but there was something else there too. Maybe it was pity. Or perhaps concern.

She stepped out of the car, the chill hitting her immediately, biting into her skin like ice water. Her body felt fragile, like a piece of glass that might shatter if the wrong touch was applied. She wanted to ask him what was going on, but the words felt too heavy to lift. She couldn't get a single coherent thought together.

Before she could even fully process what was happening, something unexpected pulled her back into reality.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her- tight, warm, grounding. She froze for a second, the unexpectedness of the embrace so overwhelming that she almost forgot to breathe. And then, the scent of him hit her. The familiar smell of cologne, and something earthy, something that she'd always associated with safety.

Her breath caught in her throat. No, it couldn't be. Not now.

But when she pulled back, her heart stopped in her chest.

There, in front of her, was her father.

"(Y/n)..." His voice cracked as he spoke like he hadn't said her name in years.

Her lip trembled as she gazed up at him. All the walls she'd built, all the walls that had kept her from him, shattered in an instant. The floodgates opened, and tears she hadn't realized were waiting in the wings started to fall.

She returned the hug, her arms weak and trembling as she clung to him. She couldn't remember the last time she had allowed herself to be held like this, to just let someone else be strong for her. She felt so small in his embrace, so fragile, as if she might break into pieces if she didn't let go. But she didn't want to. Not this time. Not after everything she had been through.

She buried her face in his chest, her hands gripping the fabric of his coat as if holding onto him would keep her from floating away, from losing herself completely in the weight of everything she'd done, everything she'd endured.