Infatuation (Kirito x Reader One-Shots!)

Never Leave (Yandere! Kirito)

You sat on the ground, your skirt hanging loose on your hips, and your shirt crinkled and unbuttoned almost all the way, looking like it had just been ripped open. Your breathing was heavy, and you tried to pull your hands through the zip ties that were around your small wrists. But it was no luck. The cold room seemed an eerie quiet as fear surged through you. Where had your captor gone? It seemed several minutes since he had left. The memory of it still bore into your mind. It had only been a mere hours earlier. Before you knew of the boy's dark secret.

~*Hours Earlier*~

You walked down the school hallway, clutching your books to your chest. It was that time again that you headed home from a long day. Your pony tail hung loosely, a few stray hairs astray in all directions, and your eyes fluttered tiredly. All you wanted to do was go home and have a relaxing bath, listening to your favorite music. But fate had other plans for you. Plans that seemed ridiculous to you now.

A young boy had been following you for some time now. You assumed it was because he was going the same way. That was, until he moved a little faster. Too fast. His shoulder collided with yours, and your books scattered all over the floor. You gasped, falling to your knees to pick up the pieces of your belongings. The boy turned on his heels, revealing his face to you. His face was a look of bewilderment as he saw you collecting your books. Falling to his knees as well, he helped you collect the rest of your things, and helped you to your feet. His smile spread across his olive skin, and for a second you felt as if your chest would explode.

"I'm so sorry!" You screamed, realizing who was standing face to face with you. "Please, excuse me," You mumble. The boy laughed, which caused you to crinkle your brows in confusion. Usually upperclassmen wouldn't bat an eye on your direction. This one was still standing and even helped you with your things. Besides, it wasn't just any upperclassmen. It was Kazuto Kirigaya. Not only was he insanely cute, but he was smart and he had lots of amazing friends. He was the guy that most people wanted to know or already did. You were lucky that he even noticed that he bumped into you.

"Don't be apologizing. I bumped into you. I should apologize to you," He said, chuckling.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back a scream of excitement. Kazuto handed you your books, offering to help you carry them. "I really don't want to inconvenience you," You said. The boy shook his head, returning another warm smile. You felt your heart fluttering more as he smiled at you. His smile was too gorgeous for words. "It wouldn't be. Please," He said, his eyes shining, "Let me help you and make up for my lack of awareness." He looked at you for an answer, continuing to smile. The idea seemed harmless enough, and you didn't want to turn him down. He looked like he really felt bad for bumping into you, and you didn't want to hurt his feelings. Plus, you really wanted this moment not to end.

So you agreed, and the two of you were off.

It wasn't until you were away from the school and walking down a deserted street when something strange happened. You felt Kirito's hand in your shoulder, and you quickly turned your head. But you didnt see a thing. In fact, you didn't even see him. Before you could take note of the situation, you felt a sharp prick in the side of your neck. The next instant, you felt dizzy, an then your knees buckling. You felt hands grab you before you fell to the ground, and you looked up into clouded, grey eyes.

"Don't worry. You're safe with me. I won't hurt you."

Then, you faded away into unconsciousness.

*~End Flashback~*

When you woke up, you were leaning against a wall in an unfamiliar place, and you're hands zip ties and raised over your head. You gasped as you heard footsteps coming down the hall. He's back, you thought, he's gonna hurt me! You fought back fits of tears as the footsteps got closer. When the door opened, you screamed in terror, unaware of what would happen next. But what happened was beyond what you thought.