Noticed (Yandere!Male x Male!Reader)

The Claim - End

The veil is lifted; obsession consumes.

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The bag containing the ice cream fell to the floor by Y/n's feet. He retreated, feet fumbling, and inevitably tripping on the step up to his living room. He landed on his backside and with eyes stretched wide in fear, he raised a stalling hand to his intruder.

"Wait, wait, wait. Akihiko please wait." The kitchen knife in the dark-haired boy's hand was a foot in length and razor sharp. "Oh god," Y/n stumbled, crawling backwards and away from him as Akihiko started forward.

There was a glint in those empty eyes; a curl beginning at the end of those lips. Y/n was afraid.

He reached the end of the room, Y/n's back hitting the wall with a distinct, resolute thud. He slid up, hands dragging against the walls and eyes glued to Akihiko's steadily approaching form. The other took his time, lips curling further up with each step. Eyes burning more and more with each heartbeat that passed between them. Burning... until those dark eyes were on fire.

Standing now, but angling most of his weight toward the wall, Y/n rose both trembling hands.

"W-wait. D-d-don't... Don't..."

"You stutter when you're afraid," Akihiko's cool murmur caused Y/n's mouth to quiver shut.

(E/c) eyes darted around the room then. Y/n was finally looking for an escape, no longer consumed entirely by fear and shock. The instinct to survive was powerful after all...

But it was far too late for that nonsense.

Akihiko shot forward, slamming his unoccupied hand on the wall beside Y/n's head effectively trapping the other boy against it. He rose his knife-wielding hand, resting the rip of the blade on Y/n's cheek, just beneath those glittering (e/c) irises. Ones Akihiko knew so very well.

Too well, in his opinion.

Y/n went still; stiller than the dead.

"I'll give you a choice, Y/n," Akihiko dragged the knife's tip down Y/n's cheek, over his jaw... "A choice the others, unfortunately, didn't have." The knife slipped over Y/n's neck, brushed over his pulse point... "Would you like to know the choice, Y/n?" The (h/c) boy's name was dragged out.

Y/n flinched as Akihiko suddenly moved the knife. Instead of it stabbing through his neck, he suddenly found himself staring at the blade's handle. Y/n looked from it to Akihiko's unreadable eyes, colored black in this low light.

What... What are you doing...? Because it looked like, to Y/n anyway, Akihiko was offering him the knife.

"Take it, Y/n," the voice washed over Y/n, causing an odd shudder to race up his spine. "Your choice is whether you're going to kill me or not."

Y/n nearly jumped as Akihiko's hand curled around his, ushering it forward toward the knife. Y/n could do nothing but take it, unsure fingers curling around the knife's grip.

"I'm not going to kill you," the (h/c) boy said shakily.

Y/n watched Akihiko's lips hike further up.

"I know," Akihiko breathed. "But if you let me live," he bent his head low, resting his forehead against Y/n's. His dark eyes glared into (e/c) ones. "You have to deal with the consequences, Y/n."

Y/n swallowed thickly and quickly turned his gaze downward, back to the knife.

"If I let you live," he bargained slowly, (e/c) eyes flickering back up to meet Akihiko's, "can I have something in return?"