Corruption (Yandere Various x Reader)

Yandere! Makoto Tachibana x Reader - Realisation -

A/N: Here I'm back again from the dead with no valid excuses for my hiatus and a story to boot.

"Maybe he is right."

It isn't a thought that occurred to you while standing under the shower or during the walk back home, times when the mind is prone to wander, but during a school lesson when you should have been to occupied to consider such toxic thoughts. Your pen hovered over the sheet of paper, no ink painting the page, no words grouped together to form an essay. Worrying, because at any other time the words would flow with practiced ease. At that moment when you needed them the most your creative thoughts fled from you like mice from a cat, and in their place the most blasphemous consideration stepped forth.

You wanted to be rid of it because you were aware of the fundamental wrongness of the idea. Was it even yours to begin with? However it was too late, the thought having manifested deep root in your head before it could be forgotten.

When he had said such utterly possessive things to you, you had always demised them as phantoms of his mind, delusions that had gone too far. Admitted, his overbearing nature frightened you. Being with him was if you couldn't breathe because your air passages were stuffed full of cotton.

He stuck to you like syrup, his words so soft and sweet that you always had to think twice about what he said least you missed some double meaning, some ambiguity. Malice would lie hidden in his sentences at times and threats cleverly concealed by a rosy cover. Oh how many times you had attempted to shatter the illusion that he held, that you were made for him as a divine gift from the deity he prayed to at night. All for naught because he was completely convinced, trapped in his own little bubble that refused to pop. That wasn't even mentioning the act he put up for the public.

People would look at him and see a good-willed boy, not the young man that could get under your skin with his mere presence and through the backdoor of your mind without any real effort. Never in all their imagination could they comprehend that he was akin to a snake, silent and prudent and striking only when necessary. That was why, even if you could sum up the courage you couldn't really pour your heart out to anybody about his toxic behaviour.

"You're kidding me!", they would exclaim, laughing at you nervously about what you would manage to cough up and then brush it off as some tall-tale. "No way in the world would he do that! Do you have something against him that you're trying to cast him in a bad light?"

Tashibana knew this and would constantly remind you of it and crudely twisted it into a justification for all his actions when what it really was, was evidence of how he was loosening your ties to the surrounding world. Maybe that's why you had so spontaneously lost touch to reality.

"Deep down you know you'll only ever have me. The others – they will never understand you how I do, they would never believe you. And if they did do you think they'd even have pity? They are all selfish, you say that yourself constantly. So stop lying to yourself and me when you tell me that I don't know what's best for you", he had once commented on your attitude that was becoming more erratic as your suffering continued. He had had his hands on your shoulders, and you had been awfully tense with you then roughly pushing him away. To your surprise he had just smiled at you, a soft, warm smile that simply couldn't fit in the situation. It had sent chills down your spin and for good reason too.

For all your vigour in defending your own freedom, it didn't matter how much you snorted and growled and insisted that you weren't a damsel in distress, his insidious ideas continued and clogged up his rational thinking. You simply couldn't reason with him.

It was too late, the deed was done, corrupted seeds buried, and all Makoto had to do was bid his time. You reap what you sow.

As hours turned into day his words tormented your subconscious, attacking you by your insecurities, the notions he presented to you sweet poison. In the end, it remained that you had never truly been free from him, despite what you told yourself. Somewhere along the way he had attached himself to you like a parasite and slowly chipped away at your personality. The badger had stumbled into the honey trap; you had stepped into quick sand and now the grains were slowly filling your lungs.