Intoxicated - Yandere Semi Eita x Female Reader

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TW: Suicide ideation pls loves trigger WaRnIng

Yako paced around the office at the station while Takeuchi sat on a chair with his head down. "If only I believed him. If only I worked harder-" Yako started but was cut off by Takeuchi. 

"You did everything you could Yako. It's not your fault." 

The woman broke into a light sob and sank into the wall behind her. "We don't even know where he is Taka. It's like his phone disappeared, we can't trace it. What does S mean?"

Yako looked at her notes, S written in the middle with other words around it. School? Satori? Send help? Save me?

Maybe it wasn't even an s. Maybe he was going to say something else. What could have happened? 

"I'm gonna go out and look around some more." Takeuchi said, getting up. Yako nodded and tried to keep thinking. Now she had two people to find. 

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By the time Semi got home it was already late at night. He quietly opened the door to the house and snuck inside. Once sure that the girl wasn't awake, which he confirmed by checking the couch to find her asleep, he hurried back to his car and opened the trunk. 

Even though he knew no one was around, Semi couldn't help but feel as though someone was watching him as he pulled out Tendou's body. The red-haired boy's eyes were still open, but glassy and frozen as the rest of him was tucked into the fetal position. Swinging Satori over his back, Semi walked into the house. He had some trouble fitting the boy through the doorway since his feet were jutting out slightly. After bumping around a little, Tendou fit and was carried upstairs and into Semi's room. (l/n) was sleeping peacefully in hers, the lock removed due to her locking the door. 

She made you do it Semi. It wasn't you. It was never you. 

He looked down at his shirt, stained with blood. It always was him. He was the problem. After setting his friend down gently and shutting his eyes, Semi started crying softly. He leaned against the wall near Tendou's body and covered his eyes with his hands, sobbing softly into them. The smell of dried blood and death filled the air and invaded his nose. That was the last thing he remembered before drifting off. 

His phone went off in his pocket the next morning at 7am, waking him up. Semi remembered he had school that day and picked himself up sluggishly. Locking the door to his room, the boy dragged himself to the bathroom, leaning against the door frame for a bit. Last night's adrenaline had worn off, giving way to the exhaustion and settling fear of being caught. Eita stared at himself in the mirror, the blood dried on his face and hands. The permanent stain on his shirt. The bags under his eyes. He touched the red caked under his cheek and sighed. 

The blond cleaned himself up with a water bottle, starting with his hands and face before taking off his shirt. The blood had seeped through and onto his bare chest. Semi shivered and left the house to slip into the lake peacefully since the shower wasn't working.

After the bath, Semi donned his school uniform and set off the school. Soon after, (l/n) woke up, used to the boy leaving before waking her up. The house smelled like rust, and for a minute she thought Semi was dead. After a quick investigation however, she realized his car was gone and was unable to pinpoint the origin of the smell. 

The girl began her morning routine; a glass of water and a light breakfast. After that she practiced running up and down the stairs for two hours on and off, counting how many times she could run. 

74 up and down.

After that, she took a bath in the lake to feel extra clean but refused to wear any clothes other than the ones that she had worn before, even if she was freezing. (l/n) wouldn't give Semi the satisfaction of using the stuff he bought her. 

Maybe I should just kill myself. 

(l/n) pondered and explored the idea as she let cold water surround her and sooth her bruises. It would be the ultimate "fuck you" to her captor. Like all he did was for nothing. She could throw herself out a window since the super high ones weren't as heavily guarded as the lower ones, maybe she could hang herself or slit her wrist. That one would be cool. 

Imagine the look on his face when he finds me in a pool of blood, dead. 

The girl smiled to herself and walked out of the water, stepping out and wearing her old clothes. After that, she checked over her note to make sure Semi didn't find it. The last thing she needed was to be ready to go and have her note missing. If that did happen though, she memorized her message and was ready to write it again. Even though this note had a very small chance of making it to the right person, any chance was better than living here. She would escape. All the people waiting for her at home were worried sick. And she was ready to try her luck in a tomorrow. 

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Semi walked into school quieter than usual but tried to act like his normal self. Volleyball wasn't the same without Tendou yelling at everyone. 

People just assumed he was sick that day, but knowing the truth somehow made it so much worse to bear, to have to know that your friend was dead. What was even worse? Knowing you did it. 

Yako has to know by now that Tendou is... no more. The real question is does she know he's lying in my basement?

"Any idea what happened to Tendou?" He heard Reon whisper to Ushijima who simply responded; "I have not heard from him since yesterday." 

Shut up. 

Semi grit his teeth and walked pass them in the halls. Something about how they cluelessly talked about a dead man pissed the boy off like hell. 

It's not like the group would try to talk to him anyways since he pretty much ignored them all the time. There was no point in risking her being found. 

Semi didn't bother trying in class anymore. He planned to leave as soon as possible anyways. It was only a matter of time until he was caught and arrested for the murder of Tendou Satori. Then his girl - no his prize - would be all alone. And he would rather she died than be found and taken back to her old life. Her last memories had to be with him.

Any other end wouldn't befit their love story.