Who Owns Her [ Yandere! Ashes X Fork ]

Chapter 11 [ Part 1 ]

[ A/N: i'm like ??? while writing this. :'3
okie. just have fun reading lol. ]

==== Chapter 11 [ Part 1 ] ====

Hastily brushing your teeth while you have there Ashes watching you with that smile on his face, you instantly know you won't have a peaceful Saturday morning that you've wished for a few hours earlier.

Twisting the faucet's handle in order to let the rushing water pour into your empty glass, you have your eyes intensely focused on Ashes,  making certain that your obsessed admirer won't do anything to you.  The red - haired teen on the other hand is smiling— happy and contented to have your attention only focused toward Ashes right now.

Before your lips can even touch the glassy surface, you turn your head to the man, who looks at you quite very excitedly. He almost resembles a puppy who has its tail wagging in enthusiasm, waiting for your gestures. You, however, don't perceive it as adorable. Instead you just want him to quit staring.

So you speak, voicing out your thoughts.

"You quit it," you tell him.

That smile on his face doesn't falter nor does his stares. Rather that widens as Ashes steps inside the restroom... Closer to you. Close enough to make you nervous from Ashes's sudden invasion of your personal space. "Quit? What so you mean by 'quit it'?"

Your heart's almost stopping. You instantly step back to make some distance between you and Ashes. You don't hestitate responding as you shoot him a look of daggers. "Quit staring," you huff out and sip the water to gurgle. Then after spitting that out, you point over his shoulder with a pleading look. "And please leave."

But of course he is a very stubborn man. Ashes remains that smile on his face as he steps closer and closer. You throw him a bewildered look, also attempting to retreat from him. "Oh come on, (Y/N)." He laughs as he notes your repulsion. "You're so cute when you're acting shy towards me, but I know you like me."

"So you don't have to hide it anymore—"

Your cheeks turn crimson red at Ashes's claim. But you know that isn't true. "Where did you get that idea?" You laugh, almost nervously.

Afraid that this delusional psycho will possibly take this opportunity to force himself into you, you tighten your grip on the half-filled glass, planning to use it on him if later situation requires to. "I — I don't even remember giving you any signs that I like you."

"Oh, (Y/N)—"

He reaches out a hand.  For your own self-defense, you immediately splash him with your glass of water. It,  of course, makes his plain-white shirt wet, and you freeze when his chocolate brown eyes blankly stare at you. A gulp. You gulp and know that you're fucking dead. But what can you do?!

You know that you have to run out of here.

But how can you do so when that young man's body is blocking the exit.  You cower and still attempt to make your escape. You try to push him away to the side, but.. Ashes.

That damn Ashes!

He wraps his arms around your body and rests his chin over your head. He inhales and exhales the scent. That anger that has been boiling within him has vanished. A feeling of wholeness just lingers within him as he holds you close to him.

He smiles a love-sick smile.

"Oh, (Y/N). I love you. I love you. I love you," Ashes softly whispers to your ear, "So I do not fucking care whether you like me or not because no matter what..."