Noticed (Yandere!Male x Male!Reader)

The Stalking - 2

Passion is holy; obsession is sin.

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Y/n and Akihiko sat in a tree (trust me, it wasn't as romantic or as light-hearted as one would think). The large, shady oak tree disguised the two creeps (or one creep and one normal friend tagging along) as they (or just Akihiko mainly) spied on the girl in the house below who was brushing her little cousin's hair before bedtime.

"You can't save those, you know," Y/n pointed a small pink plastic spoon at the camera resting around the other boy's neck (Y/n had gotten ice cream about five minutes ago from the convenience store). He stuck the brightly-colored spoon back in the half-melted soup of (f/f) ice cream.

Akihiko made a protective grab at the device and, paranoid, barked, "What? Why not?"

Y/n, both brows raising, muttered, "Uh, because it's creepy? What have I told you? Creepiness is a total turn-off."

Akihiko relaxed and mentally rolled his eyes, "What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Besides she's mine. I can have all the photos I want of her."

Y/n made a talking gesture with his left hand, mocking his friend's speech, "She's mine. Wa-wa. Do you ever say anything else?"

Akihiko's annoyed expression (his usual expression around Y/n, he's found) morphed into a smile. His eyes were unnervingly blank, however. "I might not have a box cutter, Y/n, but I can and will still strangle you."

"Kinky," Y/n retorted before stuffing his face with another bite of (f/f) ice cream.

Akihiko's pinched face was in a word: miffed — and partially repulsed.

Y/n, catching it, grinned lopsidedly, "Hey, I offered to buy you some too. Don't be jealous."

Akihiko's mouth parted to no doubt snap a rather scathing remark — but he stopped. Akihiko realized he had been doing nothing to watch over his Miho. Y/n had — with an irritated huff, Akihiko faced forward again and set his eyes back on the house, searching for his love once more.

"Stop distracting me, Y/n," he muttered.

"I'm trying to distract myself," Y/n mumbled in reply. He, unlike his friend, was not a natural-born creep. Even accompanying Akihiko made his stomach squeamish. And now it was squeamish and cold.

Then Y/n's entire world was spinning as Akihiko shoved him off the tree with a loud roar of, "You idiot!"

Y/n landed nine feet below with one sore ass and his ice cream lost to the dirt next to him. He glared back up at the psycho fuming down at him from his perch on the thick oak tree branch.

"What the hell?" Y/n bit out as he felt for any injuries more severe than bruises and aches.

"You made me miss, Miho!" Akihiko snarled. He pointed a finger to the girl's bedroom that was blanketed in darkness. "She's already asleep!"

Akihiko, without so much as a blink, launched himself down from the tree and landed on the grass as graceful as a feline. Y/n found himself gaping at the other boy. How the hell—? but his thought was quickly eclipsed by the sight of Akihiko heading to girl's house.

The boy was giving a concerning mumble of, "I'm not going to miss any more of my Miho..."

That creepy red flag had Y/n hopping to his feet and jogging after Akihiko.

"Akihiko wait," he furiously whispered.

"Akihiko wait," Y/n was taken aback by the high-pitched voice that parroted his. Akihiko turned dark, furious eyes on him and Y/n swallowed thickly. "Do you ever say anything else?" Akihiko snarled. The boy took a step toward Y/n, in the opposite direction of Miho's house. "Wait? What am I waiting for? She's right there," he thrusted a backward hand to the house, "for my taking."

Y/n, with wide eyes, lifted his hands once more in that infamous placating gesture, "What do you want, Akihiko? Her willingly or her unwillingly?"

"It doesn't matter," Akihiko spat, a crazed look in his eyes.

Y/n's eyes turned flinty. "Fine," he gritted out. "What would you prefer? Her screaming your name in bed or her screaming for help?"

Akihiko was silent.

"That's what I thought," Y/n nearly rolled his eyes. "Remember what I said, slow and steady wins the race."

Then, attempting to lift the mood and simultaneously drag Akihiko away from the girl's house, Y/n threw an arm around his friend's tense shoulders and jauntily led him down the road.

"Don't worry, Aki~" Y/n cooed. "She'll be putty in your hands in no time."

I mean, I have extreme doubts, Y/n gave a blissful backward thought, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

"Get off me," Akihiko growled.

"Come now, Aki-kun~" Y/n sang, pulling his irate, ruffled friend closer. "Let's go to the movies or something."

"I'd prefer not to," Akihiko used Y/n's earlier words to bite him in the ass.

Y/n groaned, "Well, at least you're honest, but I bet if I had luscious brunette locks and was a girl, you'd be all over — "

An unmanly squeak escaped Y/n's lips as Akihiko jabbed an elbow into his ribs.

"Don't finish that sentence," Akihiko spoke through clenched teeth as Y/n, winded, doubled over and wheezed beside him. "Don't even joke about comparing yourself to Miho."

Y/n, still wheezing, wanted to make a smart reply but: damn Akihiko and his sharp elbows. It was all he could to just focus on breathing properly again.

When Y/n straightened, he merely said, "Whatever" and rewrapped his arm around his friend's shoulders. "You want some coffee? My treat."

Akihiko met that offer with a blank expression as they jointly headed back down the road near the cluster of establishments and convenience stores.

"Fine."