Six Paths of Infatuation: Yanderes X Reader

(LOVER'S PATH) Stryker: Firsts

(READER'S POV)

"Hey! Suburbia, open the fucking window!"

I ran over to my window, opening it and seeing his familiar streaks of dark blue hair. He was just standing there casually in the rain, looking up at me.

"Stryker, are you insane?! You'll get pneumonia out there! What the hell are you even doing here?!" I shouted.

"Wade and I got into a fight, and the empty walls at my place aren't exactly therapeutic." He said. "You mind letting me in? I won't bite...unless you're into that dollface~"

"Don't call me that. Just...head to the back door, I'll let you in." I said, shutting the window. I quickly grabbed my (favorite color) robe and Foxy slippers, sliding them on and heading downstairs, seeing Stryker standing there, his clothes completely soaked from the rain. He was wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I stood there at the door, my arms folded.

"Come on (name), just let me in."

"Just what were you and Wade fighting about?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Tell me."

"My friend's a fuckboy (name). You know this. He was thinking of making you his next target, and I don't think your privileged suburban mindset can handle that."

"What makes you think that?"

"Let me guess: You're still a virgin. And the closest you've ever gotten to sex is an innocent goodbye kiss from another boy...or better yet, the kiss from your mother when she leaves you to go beddie-bye."

"You're an asshole."

"But you know you love it."

I stared shyly at the tile floor leading to the backyard, opening the lock and sliding the glass door open. Before he could step foot inside, I snapped my fingers.

"Shoes off." I told him. "And are you carrying any drugs or alcohol?"

"Only the legal cigarettes in my back pocket. You want a smoke?" He said, taking off his shoes and leaving them at the door. He started to take off his jacket and shirt, leaving them next to his shoes.

"No smoking in the house. My parents will kill me." I told him firmly. He looked down at my slippers, bursting into laughter.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, tapping my foot angrily.

"God, could you be more of a basic suburban girl?" He asked. I got flustered and looked away shyly.

"Don't feel so bad, it's cute (Name.)" He said, walking into the living room and flopping down on the couch. Cute? That was fairly new from him. Not to mention he didn't call me Suburbia for once. What was I supposed to say to him?

"U-Um...wanna watch anime?" I asked shyly. He looked over at me, then at the expensive flatscreen looming in front of him. He shrugged.

"Better not be some chick's anime." Stryker said, folding his arms behind his head. I breathed a sigh of relief. A least he didn't call me a weeaboo or something like that.