Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

123.) True Ending

(Y/n) had been in the hospital for about a week now, but it felt more like a lifetime. The sterile white walls, the constant beeping of monitors, the smell of antiseptic- it had all become a suffocating rhythm she couldn't escape. It was a strange, disorienting place to be after everything that had happened. One moment, she had been fighting for her life, trying to make sense of the madness, and the next, she found herself trapped in this clinical, unfeeling room. A room where she couldn't escape her thoughts, her actions, or the consequences that awaited her.

After multiple interrogations with the police, a trial had been set. She had confessed to everything- each twisted piece of the puzzle, every horrifying detail she had been involved in. From the creepy messages she had received, the letters that seemed to haunt her at every turn, to where the phones had been hidden, and the disastrous events of Halloween night. She told them everything, every horrifying moment she had witnessed and, in many cases, caused. The deaths, the lies, and everything in between. The house was still under investigation, police were combing through it meticulously, gathering whatever they could from the aftermath.

By the time her lawyer had finished discussing the case with her, it was clear. Second-degree murder was a likely charge. She had taken lives, but it hadn't been premeditated, or at least, that was the argument. But the truth didn't matter, not really. The reality was she had killed, and now she was paying the price. The trial wouldn't begin until she was fully recovered, though, which seemed like a distant dream. It would take time - a lot of it - for her to be physically and mentally ready for whatever came next. The wounds were still fresh, inside and out.

It felt strange, adjusting to life in a hospital. The constant IV drip in her arm that supplied her with the nutrients she hadn't been able to take in properly. The food, proper, real food, after days of malnutrition, felt foreign, like she had forgotten what it was like to have a meal that wasn't just a few scattered crumbs or stolen bites. Her hands were bandaged and stitched, a reminder of everything she had been through, everything she had done. But it was still a far cry from what she needed.

Despite the police and family visiting constantly, (Y/n) had shut herself off from everyone else. She didn't want any visitors, not at first. The guilt, the shame, the sorrow- it was too much. She needed space, distance. But that was all about to change.

She heard the door creak open, the soft, familiar sound that made her stomach tighten. She looked over, her eyes immediately falling on the figure.

"Hey, stranger," Jiro's voice broke through the haze of her thoughts, a soft, teasing smile on his face. There was something about his presence that made her heart twitch. She hadn't realized how much she missed him until this moment. A tiny smile tugged at (Y/n)'s lips despite herself.

"Hey," she whispered back, her voice hoarse from not using it much over the past days. Jiro walked in, taking a seat next to her bed, the weight of his presence somehow comforting, though everything inside her still felt off, disjointed.

"You should see my reps now," Jiro said, his tone light, as if trying to lift the mood. "I could practically lift all of Earth by now."

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, trying to stifle a laugh. "I'm sure," she replied, her tone flat but appreciative.

There was a brief silence between them. Jiro glanced over at her, his eyes flicking from the bandages on her hands to the scars that marred her skin, telling a story of pain and survival. He gestured to her body, his words soft, but the admiration clear in his voice.

"You... look pretty badass like that," he said with a small grin. "Like a protagonist in an Alien movie. Dope."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, but a small, tired chuckle escaped her lips. It was a momentary distraction, a break from the horror that was still fresh in her mind. "Better than Predator at least," she muttered, trying to push back the images of everything she had endured. She wasn't ready to face those memories yet. Not with Jiro here.