"no matter what they promise
you, remember that no one can
love you as deeply as i can. we're
meant to be together, forever."
(yandere kun x idol!reader)
(lowercase cont'd)
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: the next few chapters, this one especially, was heavily inspired by the lyrics from the diner by billie eilish! 🤭 it's all thanks to the song that this book exists—
that's all and i hope you enjoy!
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the next few days passed at a pace that felt like torture. every hour seemed to drag, stretching into eternity as ayato struggled to keep himself occupied. he hadn't spoken to y/n since their time at the café, and the silence was eating away at him. he replayed every moment they'd shared in his mind, dissecting each word, every glance, looking for any sign that she might have felt even a fraction of what he did. but now, with his family finally gone on their cruise, he had no distractions to pull him away from the obsession that consumed him.
if he were being honest, he still didn't fully understand why his family had left him behind. sure, ayano had rattled off her smug little list of reasons, but it didn't make sense. was he really that much of an afterthought to them? 'maybe it's for the best...' he thought bitterly, though the sting of being excluded lingered. still, a dark part of him knew he wouldn't have lasted long away from y/n. being forced to spend weeks trapped on a ship, so far from her, would've driven him mad. he even entertained the dramatic idea of throwing himself overboard and swimming back, just to be near her again. but now, none of that mattered. they were gone, and he was here—alone, with nothing but his thoughts and his growing need to see her.
currently, ayato sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen as his mind raced. his leg bobbed up and down anxiously, his nerves practically buzzing as he tried to think of a way to contact y/n without drawing suspicion. he knew he couldn't afford to mess this up; saitō was probably already keeping tabs on him after their encounter at the café. still, the idea of not talking to her for much longer made his chest ache.
he'd come up with a few plans, but most of them were reckless, far too risky to actually execute. and yet, there was one idea— a single, tantalizing thought— that he couldn't shake. it wasn't perfect, and it definitely wasn't safe, but it was doable. his eyes flicked to the clock on his screen. it was a little past six o'clock, and the sky outside was painted with the soft hues of a setting sun. the timing wasn't right just yet, but soon...once the darkness settled, once the world grew quiet, he could make his move. for now, all he could do was wait. and as much as ayato hated waiting, he knew it would be worth it. the thought of what he was about to do sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. the waiting game had begun, and with every passing second, his resolve only grew stronger.
meanwhile, in the s/n household, the dining room was quiet, save for the soft clinking of chopsticks against plates and the occasional muffled sound of a car passing outside. y/n sat stiffly in her chair, her gaze fixed firmly on her plate, avoiding eye contact with both her father and iku misaki. she didn't want to be here, didn't want to endure this forced charade of normalcy.
