Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

109.) Basorexia

The girl sat in the front seat of the TransLux, staring at the thin, pale strip of light crawling across the horizon. Another night without sleep, the exhaustion creeping through her body like a weighted fog. But rest was not her priority now. Her fingers dug into the seat as she felt the hum of the car's autopilot steering her along the narrow roads leading to the estate, the road twisting under the early morning sky.

Her limbs throbbed, bruised and scraped, aching for rest. She felt the heavy pull of sleep, her eyes drooping, but each time they did, she pressed her nails into the raw scrapes on her arm to stay awake, the sting sharp enough to keep her alert. The closer she got, the more her body tensed, a cold and focused energy pulsing through her veins.

As the car navigated the final turn, the imposing estate finally came into view, the stone exterior bathed in the soft, early sunlight. She glanced at herself in the rearview mirror, and for the first time, she saw something new in her reflection. Her eyes, once tired and empty, were now fierce, almost unrecognizable. They held a coldness, an edge hardened by loss and fury. There was no going back.

The TransLux reached the gates, and instead of stopping, she allowed the car to crash right through, metal scraping and clanking as the iron bars bent under the vehicle's weight. The sound echoed through the quiet morning. She finally tapped the screen to bring the car to a stop, her fingers trembling only slightly. She took a deep breath before climbing out, her feet finding solid ground, and gave the TransLux one final command: to drive itself back to its preset destination. The car obeyed, pulling away slowly until it disappeared down the winding road.

She turned back to face the estate, ignoring the grand stone statue in the front. It felt like the estate was watching her, its elegant structure casting long shadows against the light, almost mocking her with its false beauty. Steeling herself, she strode up to the massive wooden front door and began to knock. She kept her hand light but fast, an urgent, unrelenting rhythm. The pain from her bruised hands shot through her fingers, but she didn't stop.

When no one answered, she pounded harder, each knock sending fresh jolts of pain through her swollen knuckles. Still, she persisted, her jaw clenched, until she finally heard hurried footsteps approaching from the other side.

The door swung open, and Souta froze at the sight before him, his mouth parting slightly in disbelief. "(Y/n)?" he whispered, his gaze sweeping over her. She looked ragged, her dress torn and stained with dirt and blood. Bruises darkened her skin, cuts crisscrossed her arms, and her face was pale and hollowed by exhaustion.

She forced herself to stay in character, blinking up at him before rushing forward, wrapping her arms around him. He stiffened at first, caught off guard by the sudden embrace, but then his arms found their way around her. His hands pressed against her back, sliding up gently, pulling her close in a tight, almost desperate hold. For a brief moment, his grip was the only thing holding her steady, his fingers digging in just enough to assure her he wouldn't let go.

After a beat, he pulled back, his hands lingering on her shoulders as he scanned her injuries with a growing frown. Gently, he took her mangled hand in his, his thumb brushing over her scraped knuckles with surprising tenderness. "Oh, darling," he murmured, swallowing hard as his face shifted from surprise to concern. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay? And then... you can tell me what happened."

She swallowed, then gave a faint nod, answering him quietly, "...Okay." Her answer seemed to take him aback, but he didn't question it. He guided her into the house, closing the door firmly behind them.

They began moving through the foyer, his steps measured as he led her toward the staircase. "The others aren't here right now. Asahi went out to look for you but got arrested, so now Yuuto's heading out to try and bail him out," he explained softly, stealing glances back to gauge her reaction. Her face betrayed a flicker of surprise at the news. Asahi, arrested? And wasn't this place supposed to be under a police search? She held her tongue, deciding it was best not to mention her recent run-in with Asahi.