#yandere kazuo yashiki x reader

[love-toxin]

may challenge; kazuo yashiki.

a/n: may challenge day 18. implied murder/kidnapping, stalker’s pursuit, manipulation, bruises, blood, obsession. 

word count: 1.3k

Every time you looked around, he was always there.

You had resigned yourself to your fate as soon as you’d received the mark, readily accepting death when it would come for you, and knowing that your destiny was completely inevitable--so when you had met Kazuo Yashiki and he helped you to rid yourself of it, you felt gratitude beyond anything you’d experienced before. Blessed, even, you could say.

But as grateful as you were to have been cured, and as much as you had wanted to help Yashiki get rid of his own mark, Kujou manor was not your place in the world. You had only clung to Yashiki’s side, terrified, as he investigated and confronted the spirits, and you knew you could only handle so much death, despair, and terror all at once. The others had all left as well, once they had found their solution they would take their leave, so you thought that it would be the same for you. You said your goodbyes to Kazuo, and went to sleep with the plan to return home the next day.

You thought as much. But that certainly didn’t mean that would be your destiny. 

In the end, you had nowhere else to turn but the forest. He already knew where you lived, where you worked, what stores you went to to buy your groceries, he knew the school well enough to corner you and the sewers better than anybody else. The forest was the only place you might be able to lose him in…

...But as soon as he opened the door to the cabin you were hiding in, you knew you were as good as dead. 

Ever the quiet man, Yashiki silently walked through the one-room shack, his footsteps thudding in your ears as you trembled behind the only cover in the room--a cabinet, barely big enough to conceal you from roaming eyes. In your heart you prayed, harder than you ever had before, that he would give up and leave, that he would forget about you, that he would just leave this wicked obsession he had with you and just let you go home-

But then, the footsteps stopped, though you heard him still breathing heavily. And a hand slammed down on the filing cabinet and forced a scream from your throat, as he wrenched it aside and let it fall with an earth-shattering crash. You couldn’t even move to defend yourself, as Kazuo’s arm shot out and he grabbed you by the wrist, to rip you out from your hiding place and tug you into his grasp. 

The next few moments were all a blur, your mind a haze of kicking, screaming, and desperate thrashing in his arms until you managed to loosen his grip by dragging your nails sharply across his face. The second Kazuo stumbled back and clutched his cheek, you took advantage of the miniscule window of opportunity and tore out of the cabin like a shot, the sound of the door slamming open echoing in the shadows of the cursed forest and resonating in your ears as you sprinted down the path. The only thing louder than that, as well as your footsteps thudding over the soft dirt and fallen branches, was Kazuo shouting at you in that booming voice to come back. 

He didn’t need to try and convince you, though. Because before you could even think about reaching the exit of the park, or losing him in the darkness cast out by the trees, you felt a momentary contact with something against your ankle, followed by a painful tumble to the ground as well as sharp pains shooting up your leg like blades. 

You couldn’t possibly see the bruises with how dark it was, but as soon as you shook off the dizziness from your fall you knew your ankle had to be sprained, if not completely broken. Either way you weren’t going to be walking on it, much less escaping your dogged pursuer. Kazuo’s love was twisted and steeped in an obsession of which you’d never seen before...and as you watched him slow his approach, his glasses broken in your struggle and his breathing heavy, you knew your options were running out. 

“Oh, honey…” 

With so many bushes and branches lining the path, you couldn’t even move away further than an inch, which was all you wished you could do--not just because he terrified you, but because you despised the tone of his voice in that moment...so gentle and unlike his true personality, it was the tone he used when he wanted you to calm down, so you might be convinced to give in to him at last. Kazuo’s face came into view as he finally got close enough to kneel in front of you, and if you hadn’t already trembled because of the cold night air, then the wicked gleam in his eyes was surely the cause of it. 

“Did you hurt yourself? Let me see...you know you shouldn’t be wandering out here all alone.”

You flinched at Kazuo’s fingers brushing your skin, but you had no choice but to let him do as he pleased as he took hold of your leg, and tugged down your sock to have a look at the injury. You wondered if he was really so deluded that he’d erased your desperate attempts to escape him from his mind...but it was all the more realistic that he was simply acting as if it had never happened, so as to cling to the chance that this whole situation could fall into normalcy. How you so wanted to kick those delusions from his head completely…

“Ow-!”

You cringed and your leg twitched at the sudden increase in pain, but he held you steady and continued to press down on the swollen skin. Biting your tongue hard enough to taste blood was your only course of action to endure the burn, but finally he let up again and regarded you with tension in his features. But not just tension...

“...I bet it hurts...but not as much as watching you leave me. I’m still in a lot of pain.” 

What was once a touch meant only to survey your injury became a possessive, iron-fisted hold, his eyes dark behind his cracked glasses but his intention clear as day. In the distance, you heard the ominous snapping of twigs and groaning sounds of the forest...and without any hope to get away, you weren’t sure what you were more scared of; the known depravity of Kazuo or the unknown terror of the accursed woods you’d been trapped in. 

“...Did you seriously think I’d let you leave with Mashita? You think he would’ve protected you?” 

Yashiki spat into the dirt, as if the memory alone of his companion was enough to make him sick. You didn’t, in fact, think you’d leave with Satoru while Kazuo slept, the detective’s claims of Yashiki acting suspiciously not even a concern in your mind at the time--but you knew the truth now, and now he was convinced that you’d planned to “run away together”...and you still didn’t know if Mashita was okay or not, after running for your life following the gunshots you’d heard ringing out inside Kujou mansion. 

“You don’t need protecting. You don’t have to fear me...I saved your life, I’ve always kept you safe.” 

Amongst the cold chill that blew through you, and the damp ground underneath that seeped into your clothes, Kazuo’s warmth as he pulled you into his embrace spread throughout your body, and made you all the more aware of the numbness that was creeping into your limbs. A calloused palm cupped your cheek, and too weak to push him away, you caved to his whims without resistance and let him lean in to press a kiss to your temple, before muttering into your ear. 

“...And you still owe me for that.” 

Mashita was gone. Mary was gone. The other residents were gone...even Saya Kujou was gone. Yashiki had no one left to protect, no resentments left untended and no spirits to banish from tormenting innocent lives. 

All he had left was you, and he had more than enough time to collect the debt you owed.