They Call It Fate - Yandere! Boys x Reader

Chapter 21 - Relief

When (Y/N) arrived at her house, she shut the door almost silently behind her. She threw the keys on the counter, looking around the empty house. That's how she felt. Empty. Alone. Her heart ached and she felt like crying again, but she couldn't do it, she had no more tears. (Y/N) knew it wasn't right to skip school, but she couldn't go there. She knew Ayako. She knew what she would say about her, even if (Y/N) was her best friend, Ayako wasn't one to any crap from anyone. It was just great. Now everyone had another reason to hate her. Not only was she a whore, but a backstabbing bitch too.

Fortunately, it was Thursday, meaning that she could afford to skip school tomorrow and take a long weekend to pull herself together. But Saturday, that just meant more problems. She had no doubt that Yukio would hear something by then, and he would probably either think it was all his fault, or that (Y/N) had a crush on him and was just being a horrible friend. (Y/N) didn't know who to call. Her two best friends just walked out on her, and quite frankly she didn't have that much trust in anyone else. She knew that Emi wasn't mean enough to turn her away, and Saburo would hear her out as well, but she didn't want to burden them with her problems since they hadn't been friends for that long. She definitely didn't want to call her parents. But she couldn't help but keep thinking about Keshi. She had a feeling that Masato would side with Ayako and Itsumi since they had been friends longer, but Keshi, she could always have faith in him.

When (Y/N) thought about it more, a small blush appeared on her face, and she gave a small smile. She picked up her phone and texted him, asking him if he could talk later. (Y/N) knew he was most likely still in class and wouldn't be able to talk for a while, but she felt better after texting.

She stood up dusting off her skirt. She definitely wanted to change into something a lot more comfortable. She went to her room and changed into some pajamas because it's not like she really had anywhere to be. (Y/N) lay on her bed, thinking over everything that happened for about the hundredth time. Every way she looked at it, she was in the wrong. She could hardly convince herself that she was a good person at this point. Guilt ate away at her and felt like crying again. But, regret wouldn't change anything, and because there was nothing else to think about, (Y/N) decided to take a little nap.

(Y/N) awoke to her doorbell practically being pounded into the wall. She shot up, startled and wondering who could possibly need her at the moment. She got out of bed, taking her phone with her. When (Y/N) got to the door, she looked through the peephole and nearly smacked herself in the face when she opened it. There he was. Waiting for her. Sudden realization hit, and (Y/N)'s face paled slightly from wondering how long he had been waiting for her. Before she even uttered a single word, she was enveloped in a tight hug, something she would have never expected from the male.

"Keshi!" (Y/N) managed to exclaim in surprise, not knowing what else to say at the moment.

Keshi released the girl, in the process grabbing her shoulders and looking her dead in the eye.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I heard what happened," The black-haired male sympathized with the girl, but he also looked extremely concerned, his expression making the girl's heart want to melt.

(Y/N) held back more tears, and she invited the other teen inside.

"Do you want anything to eat?" (Y/N) offered, even though she didn't even know what time it was.

"(Y/N), you should really be more concerned about your own well-being," Keshi advised with a worried look etched onto his features.

(Y/N) stopped what she was doing and gave the other teen a sad smile. "But that's what got me into this mess in the first place." Not being able to contain herself any longer, tears began to flow down her cheeks again, feeling like she was reliving the destruction of her friendships.

Keshi walked over to the distressed girl, enveloping her in a tight hug, telling her that it was going to be okay. She sniffed, hugging him back immediately.

"Why don't we talk about this, okay?" Keshi suggested, taking her over to the couch a sitting down.

(Y/N) nodded in response, her eyes red and puffy by now.

"I know that I'm probably making a big deal out of this, but they were my closest friends and they just left me." (Y/N) barely explained, her throat desperately just wanting to cry out. She took a few deep breaths, and she continued on. "Everyone already thinks I'm some kind of slut, and now the two people that I thought would always help me through these situations just went and left me. What is wrong with me? I never thought I would crack over something like this, but I just feel so evil and worthless now." (Y/N) responded as more tears began to erupt like waterfalls from her (E/C) eyes.

Keshi nodded, rubbing her back in support. (Y/N) smiled back at the boy, relieved to know she had someone to talk to.

Meanwhile, two silver eyes peered angrily into the house, wishing nothing more than to stab the black-haired male. He had seen enough, and he stormed off, returning to his own home.

Ryu told him that (Y/N) had left the school crying, and he had wished to comfort her, but when he arrived, he was surprised to see Keshi already there. His eyebrows furrowed, a look that you normally wouldn't expect to see in the usually happy teen's face.

When he arrived home, he practically slammed the door, alerting the other males in the house.

"W-What's wrong, Haruki?" Shiro timidly asked, and immediately regretting ever saying anything once he saw the look at the brunette's face.

"Yeah, I thought you went to see (Y/N)? Is she okay?" Ryu sounded concerned, something that the brunette hadn't ever heard before.

Haruki huffed in response. "I don't know." His response was curt, much unlike his normal rants.

Reiji entered the room.

"I thought you talked to her." The blonde commented with an edge to his tone, his golden eyes narrowing.

Haruki clenched his jaw. "I went to, but that Keshi dick beat me to it," Haruki growled out, nearly snarling like an animal.

Reiji sighed, exasperated. "Great, another problem." He lifted his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Yukio and Takeo soon entered the room as well, curious to see what was going on.

"What's going on?" Yukio inquired, clearly confused at the tension surrounded the boys.

"It looks like (Y/N) is still on good terms with that Keshi dude." Ryu negatively explained, leaning back into his chair.

"That's no problem!" Yukio chirped happily.

"H-How?" Shiro cautiously asked.

Reiji narrowed his eyes once more. "Yes, Yukio, please explain how it is beneficial for (Y/N) to still be on good terms with him."

Yukio smirked. "That's easy, (Y/N)'s coming over on Saturday, we can enact our plan then."

Takeo, who had been rather quiet, exploded. "What the hell, Yukio?! You should have told us!!" Takeo bellowed at the white-haired make, causing him to flinch.

Yukio, however, smiled deviously once again. "I thought it'd be more fun if it was a surprise!"