The 28th Stop [ Yandere x Reader ]

7 - Direction

Giving your hand to return the firm handshake, you quirked an eyebrow.

"Asher?"

"Yeah."

Why did that name sound so familiar to you? You tapped your forehead in an effort to trigger some sort of epiphany, but to no avail. 'Well, he says he's a reporter so maybe I worked with him when I was a junior reporter?' But you were sure you had never seen his face before you came to this town.

"Hey, did I know you before this mission existed?"

The boy tilted his head, almost in a cute way. Almost. "Nah, don't think so."

"Hm, okay."

"...Why is he so interested in you? The mayor's son..."

You scoffed. "I don't know! How am I supposed to know when he doesn't even know my name! Heck, you don't even know my na-"

"Y/N."

Your rambling faltered to a stop as you slowly looked his way. With your [e/c] eyes wide and mouth agape, you asked in disbelief. "How do you know that?"

He looked back at you and blinked as if you asked the most stupid question in existence. His dumbfounded expression slowly turned into a smug smirk as he laced his fingers behind his head. "Weeell," he said in a sing-song way. "I have my ways~"

"Weeell," you put your hands on your hips while mimicking his tone. "Your 'ways' are hella creepy~"

He rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile forming on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a heavy yawn roaring from your mouth.

"You know, those two creeps interrupted my beauty sleep." Not hesitating for a second, you grabbed his arms and pushed him outside your bedroom door. "So, g'night."

Asher flinched from the door's loud slam, before shuffling to his comparatively messier room.

You were jolted awake by the abrupt rapping at your door. "You up? Can I come in?" The deep yet strangely boyish voice asked from the other side of the elegant piece of wood.

On instinct, your hands grabbed each side of the pillow and went to fold them over your ears. But the silky texture of the pillowcase awoke you into reality. You could never afford the soft manchester. Indeed, this wasn't your bed. This wasn't your room. You were at a hotel in the cursed 28th Stop and you came here knowing that you might not wake up tomorrow.

That's right, you were on a suicide mission.

You leaped off the bouncy mattress, resisting the side of you that wanted to dive right back into the covers. Setting the bed and smoothing down the fray strands of hair, you turned on the lights and opened the door, allowing him in.

"Man, it's only been a single night yet my room looks like a pig sty." Asher pouted, as he scanned the tidy room.

"I just can't afford losing my things." You walked over to the window and opened the curtains. The all-too-familiar, yet not any less disturbing, sight reminded you of a question for your partner.

"Hey, on another topic, you know how you said something about the weird day-night system?"

Asher raised an eyebrow. "Yeah...?"

You crossed your arms. "I'm pretty damn sure I slept for at least 8 hours in total and...look outside!"

Hesitating, Asher walked over to a spot beside you and looked through the transparent glass. He froze as soon as his eyes met the dark sky. He closed the curtains and opened them again, repeating this behaviour several times before shaking his head.