Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

Asahi's Ending

This starts off during chapter 114

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Blades. Fine, gleaming shards lay between each key, their cruel edges starting to glisten with a thin layer of blood. Every time he pressed down, his fingers were sliced open, adding another smear of red to the ivory keys. His playing grew more erratic, each note clashing against the next, and his face contorted with frustration. About halfway through the tortured song, his patience snapped. With a choked growl, he slammed his hands across the keys, shredding his skin as he did. His hands were now a mess of cuts, each finger leaving streaks of blood in its wake.

If she could have gasped, she would have. But she remained frozen in place, unable to react, as he threw himself from the piano bench. The force of his movements sent the chair skidding backward, crashing to the ground with a violent clatter. His gaze, dark and wild, locked onto hers, his hands dripping with blood as he strode toward her. Desperation glinted in his eyes, raw and unfiltered, mixed with something that looked dangerously close to rage.

"Say something," he begged, his voice cracked and trembling. He moved closer, blood staining the floor as he left a dark trail behind him. "Damn it, (Y/n), stop ignoring me!"

"Asahi..." she forced the name past her lips, her voice trembling, the words slurred by the drugs fighting to overtake her.

As soon as he heard her speak, he relaxed, his body visibly unwinding. His tension, his anger, and his violence melted away like ice in the sun. His dark eyes, so intense and calculating just moments ago, softened in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. His grip loosened, but he still crawled toward her, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring each moment.

"There you are..." His voice was a soft, low murmur, almost tender, as he settled beside her, wrapping his arms around her back. He laid his head against her stomach and legs, his breath warm against the fabric of her clothes. His blood was still warm against her back, staining the thin fabric of her shirt.

She flinched slightly, feeling the weight of his presence, but she didn't dare pull away. She knew better. She had learned what happened when she tried to push them away. She had learned the hard way from Kai what it meant to defy them. And now, with Asahi, she couldn't risk making the same mistake. Not now. Not when he was already so volatile.

"Keep talking," he instructed, his voice almost pleading as his fingers curled loosely around her. His breath was warm against her skin, the sound of his soft humming almost soothing, if not for the undeniable sense of danger that clung to him like a dark shadow.

She took a shallow breath, trying to push back against the fog that threatened to drag her into unconsciousness. "Tired..." she muttered, the words leaving her lips like a confession, but she couldn't help it. She was tired. Every inch of her felt heavy, weighed down by the sedatives, by the fear, by everything that had happened.

"I am too, baby. I am too..." His voice was gentle now, almost sad, and his arms loosened a little more, though they never fully released her. His hands slid across her body, feeling the rise and fall of her chest, anchoring himself to her in a way that made her stomach churn.

Asahi shifted slightly, looking up at her with eyes that were too soft for the boy he was, too vulnerable for the boy who had hurt her before. He stared into her eyes, searching her face as though looking for something- something that could give him peace, maybe. Maybe even the comfort of reassurance.