Noticed (Yandere!Male x Male!Reader)

Bonus Chapter #2: Akihiko's PoV

Crimson-stained hands rested on the ceramic edge of the sink. A running red droplet dripped down the side of the white bowl, spattering and pooling around the drain. Akihiko's dark eyes blinked, fingers tightening minutely around the sink's smooth lip. When he reopened his eyes, the image of blood winked out of existence.

There was nothing now but the yellow bar of nondescript soap, a smudge in the mirror, and Akihiko's reflection. Humidity from the shower he had just taken wafted up over the glass, erasing the effort Akihiko had made in toweling the mirror.

Akihiko was, in a single word, confused. It was fine, just wanting to keep Y/n close; to keep him as his friend. It was a safety measure really, to keep the (h/c) boy isolated. But if that was all it was...

Then why the hell did I touch myself thinking of Y/n?

His knuckles turned white, clenching the sink's rim. Even the memory of it had heat curling low in his abdomen — no, he cut the thought off. He screwed his eyes shut.

A lapse...

— stuffing fingers coated in Y/n's saliva into his mouth —

...A momentary lapse in judgement — in sanity, he corrected. He had been torn, shaken up by his date with Miho. Y/n had practically taken advantage of Akihiko's vulnerable state... Y/n shouldn't have invited him in, shouldn't have treated him so kindly, so blasely. Shouldn't have invited him to stay —

"What the heck, Akihiko?" Y/n's voice barked on the other side of the door. "It's been like thirty minutes. We're going to be late."

The ceramic cracked under the dark-haired boy's sudden death grip. It relaxed a moment later, ceramic chips falling onto the tiles in front of his feet.

"Oh, yeah, and I did the dishes." A pause. "You're welcome."

Why the fuck did I take pictures of Y/n this morning? He could justify keeping the boy away from Takeshi or whoever, but why did he —

"Are you fucking dead in there?" Y/n continued the one-sided conversation. "Don't make me bust down the door. I swear to god if you die by drowning in my shower after all the shit you've done, Aki-kun, I'll stop believing in God. No joke."

"I mean where's the justice in that?" he said a beat later.

Akihiko felt his traitorous lips twitch in amusement. Y/n should not be joking about the crimes he's committed. He forced the grin back.

"I'm fine, Y/n..."

"Oh thank god," Y/n sighed over dramatically. "Hurry up then."

A muffled, "Oh fuck it, we're already late" sounded from the other side as Akihiko finished dressing. For his hair, he merely combed it with his fingers a few times before he finally opened the bathroom door. Y/n was at the end of the hall; one leg bouncing impatiently.

"Ugh, finally. Come on," Y/n bolted for the front door and opened it before glancing back at Akihiko. "What are you zoning out for?" he snapped.

Akihiko took a measured step forward, retrieving his bag from the kitchen's bar before following an agitated Y/n out to meet the overcast morning. Akihiko watched Y/n's hands fumble with the key as the other boy made a show of locking his front door. Y/n caught his attention and a smirk curled his lips. Akihiko... stared.

It was strange for him. He knew exactly what those lips felt like now. He didn't want to know; he didn't intend to know. He was just...

It was a momentary lapse in his sanity. That was all. Akihiko never even considered himself, well, gay. And certainly not for someone as idiotic and cowardly as Y/n. Miho would... He didn't want to think of her either.

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened with Miho?"

"No," he finally answered, folding his arms across his chest.

"No?" Y/n repeated, walking over to him. "But why Aki-kun? Didn't you just make a big show about us being friends yesterday? You should totally confide in me~"

"Oof!" the other boy wheezed as Akihiko shot an elbow into his side.

See? The action seemed to say. Everything is still the same. Y/n still annoys me and I can — and I can just not think of Miho. Nothing's changed.

Akihiko then had to force out the memory of blankets, warmth, and Y/n's scent. It didn't mean anything. He was just wound up back then — and now he had to redouble his vigilance on Y/n. He had been lax lately. Somehow Y/n had convinced him he could be trusted — and that was a mistake Akihiko didn't intend to make. Paranoid, he assured himself continuously that as soon as the other boy thought he could get away with it, Y/n would run to the police too.

"Well, whatever," Y/n coughed out as he straightened. With a hand attached to his injured side he started walking. "Come on, Aki-kun, let's walk to school together~"

Akihiko glared at the other but walked with him all the same. Why the hell am I staying at Y/n's place?

Easier to keep tabs on him...? Akihiko didn't know why, but every reason he was mustering up inside his head somehow felt ill-fitted. They all somehow felt... like an excuse. But what in the world did he have to justify? He wasn't attracted to Y/n. His possessiveness — it wasn't possessiveness. Akihiko just had to ensure the boy kept his vow of silence.

If that's all it is, then why haven't you killed him yet? The small voice in the back of Akihiko's head was entirely unwelcome.

I could, Akihiko then reasoned. He felt oddly afloat then; oddly hesitant. I could, he repeated. I could just kill him and then I would...

And then I would have nothing.

A shadow eclipsed his mind. Something far darker than the monster people poked when they tried to confess to Miho...

I can't have Miho anymore. I can't have thoughts of her. That's all I had. Now, I have... His mind seemed to hesitate. Now I have... Dark eyes flitted over to Y/n's back.

Just this; just him.

If I killed him...

...there would be nothing left.