yandere windbreaker scenarios
{scenarios}
Wind Breaker x GN!Reader
{Yandere is a term used in anime and manga for a character who is initially very loving, sweet, and gentle, but whose devotion eventually becomes obsessive, destructive, or even violent.
This being said, the following scenarios will contain depictions of unnerving or unsettling behavior.
Continue with discretion.}
featuring: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Nirei Akihiko, Kiryu Mitsuki, Kaji Ren, Umemiya Hajime, Uryu Sakaki, Endo Yamato, Takiishi chika, Togame Jo, Tomiyama Choji
Sakura Haruka 🎐
He didn’t talk, he only stared. It took him so long to find you, he had rehearsed so much of what he had wanted to say when he finally reunited with you—yet now he stood before you, silent.
You had nowhere to go, trapped in the alley that he coerced you down…
He let out a stuttering breath, looking to the side as people continued about their day, peaceful and ignorant to the tension only a few feet away
“Why’d you leave me?” He whispered out, “Just like everyone else. You’re supposed to be a better person than that, yn… I’ve seen how you are with your other friends… So why not me, yn? Am I just not good enough? Do you think I’m a monster like they all claim I am?” He closed his eyes and sighed, fists clenching tightly at his sides.
“...They always said I’d killed someone, yn,” he slowly turned his head to look at you, eyes hollow… haunting… his restraint visibly cracking.
“Remember?”
Suo Hayato 🎐
“You know, yn…” despite the sweetness of his voice, your blood immediately ran cold, every hair standing on edge, “It’s just… so funny,” he chuckled airily…
Carelessly, even.
“Do you know what’s funny, yn?” He spoke, low and gravely behind you, as if he was whispering right into your ear.
You didn’t dare respond, just remained frozen beneath the streetlight in front of your complex.
He circled around, his shoes scraping against the concrete.
“It’s so funny that you think you can just avoid me,” suddenly the humor in his tone was gone, replaced with iciness. His hand found its way to your shoulder, fingers digging into your skin—growing tighter and more painful by the second.
His stare was piercing, eye devoid of any mirth it once held.
“But I’m not laughing anymore, yn.”
Nirei Akihiko 🎐
“What… What do you mean…?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. One hand tightly clutching his notebook, the other hand holding his pencil with a death grip. “You think I’m… obsessive?”
You took a step back, but where could you go? He was in your room, cornering you away from the door.
“I’m not obsessive–” the pencil snapped in his grip, “I just focus on you! Better than anyone else! All to prove how much I care…”
He held up his notebook, page after page flitting by.
Your schedule to a T. Your height. Weight. Allergies… Your blood type. How could he have known this…
His eyes were wide, glassy with mania, as he stopped mere inches from your face, “Can’t you see how much I love you?”
Kiryu Mitsuki 🎐
He stared at his phone screen, a blinking blue dot staring back at him.
You were supposed to be right here!
He’d been relying on this stupid thing for weeks, how come it wasn’t helping anymore? He was keeping you safe, ensuring you were never lost, making sure nobody ever stood too close. He even made sure your room was always tidy.
He was helping you.
So where were you now? He followed the stupid dot for hours, unable to track you down…
He spun around, looking to see if you were hiding from him—you were a fan of games, after all…
But no.
Nothing but trees and park benches…
He clenched his phone tighter in his hand, anger bubbling within him—then, he spotted it.
The round tracker he’d shoved deep into your bag months ago.
Tossed in the trash.His phone cracking under the pressure in his clenched fist, how dare you discard the safety he’d granted you? How dare you throw him away?
Kaji Ren 🎐
You had been trying to sleep for what felt like hours now, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
It was exhausting; that uneasy feeling of paranoia that washed over you night after night.
Your eyes were shut tight, just trying to get even a wink of sleep…
Then you heard it—a creak and a sliding, the sound of metal grinding against itself. Your teeth clenched, holding your breath, refusing to open your eyes.
Surely you were hallucinating, the sleep deprivation playing tricks on your mind—thud.
Then silence.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Closer, closer, closer to your bedside. Was it the sound of footsteps or your pounding heart that rang through your ears now?
You felt your bed sink down… This wasn’t in your head, this was real. Someone was sitting on your bed, their hand resting on your leg.
Not malicious. Just… petting.
You tried not to move… tried to fake being asleep… but the grip on your leg grew tighter.
“I know you’re awake… You’re never so tense when you’re actually asleep.”
His voice was eerily quiet, but unrecognizable… You didn’t reply, didn’t move.
And just like that, his grip released, quick steps following, and the sound of the window shuddering as he made his exit.
The only true evidence of your intruder was the lingering smell of candy, the mud tracked on your floor, and the fingerprints that imprinted themselves on your calf.
Uryu Sakaki🎐
The room was a disaster…
Your dresser ripped apart, clothes strewn all over the floor, your bedsheets torn and cast aside, the stuffing from your pillows mocking a fresh snowstorm in your bedroom.
You stood in the doorway, speechless—all your belongings, broken or destroyed.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you scanned the wreckage…
A single item was left unmangled.
Sitting perfectly on the vanity was your journal.
With hesitant steps, you walked over, flipping through the pages only to find each entry was now drowning in red ink.
WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME? WHY HIM? YN. CHOOSE ME. I LOVE YOU. CAN’T YOU SEE?
Umemiya Hajime 🎐
He stood motionless, staring from across the street. Watching you smile and laugh with some other man.
He refused to believe what he was witnessing, surely his yn wouldn’t be seen without him.
How dare you be around someone other than him? Smile without him? Laugh because of someone else?
How dare you disrespect him?
He gritted his teeth, his nails digging into his palms… Anger ran hot through his body, vision turning red with hate.
Only he was allowed to be beside you.
And he’d be damned if he allowed this to continue.
Endo Yamato🎐
His chest was heaving, breathing labored, fists trembling and clenched at his sides.
You stared in horror, cowered against the brick wall of the alley.
Bodies littered the narrow passageway, all having fallen in the wake of his wrath… Then, he turned toward you, cold and radiating pure hatred.
"I'm protecting you," his eyes were wide and manic, pupils so dilated that his irises were devoid of color... teetering on the brink of insanity.
"I'm always protecting you, don't you see?"
He stepped closer, bloodied hand cupping your cheek.
"You're never leaving me again, understand?"
Takiishi Chika 🎐
You’d nearly jumped out of your skin at the sight of him sitting on your bed… His entrance was made evident by the glass sprawled across the floor from the shattered window.
“Are you going to scream, yn?” He was expressionless as he stood, “Call for help?”
He stepped closer, “Go ahead, yn, tell me I’m insane again.”
Your mind was screaming at you to move, to turn and run—to do anything… yet you remained frozen, staring in disbelief at the man you’d thought you’d escaped from when you fled the city.
“You can’t outrun me, yn. You couldn’t last time, either… But this time is different—nobody can steal you away from me now.”
He reached out and flicked the lightswitch back off, the room enveloped in darkness, the crunching of glass telling you he was closer.
“I’m here to save you, yn.”
Togame Jo🎐
He smiled as you yawned, barely able to keep your eyes open.
“I just… feel so tired these days, Togame…” You mumbled.
“You’ve been working hard, yn,” He spoke softly, hand patting your head gently.
“It’s… not even sunset…”
“Your body must just be exhausted, shutting down.”
“At least yesterday,” you yawned again, “Yesterday I made it to nighttime…”
He didn’t say anything now, just continued to pat your head as you slumped further over at the picnic table.
Slowly, his smile slipped from his face and he slid your water bottle away from you, promptly pouring it out on the ground. He stood, tucking your bottle deep into his backpack.
Then, he pulled a small bottle of pills from his pocket, giving it a small shake before shoving that into his bag too and mumbling to himself, “Two and a half, that’s the magic number, huh, yn?”
As he carried your unconscious body away, you murmured something unintelligible, voice slurred and incoherent.
“Shh, yn… I’ll take care of you… I’ll always take care of you.”
Tomiyama Choji 🎐
He waited.
And waited…
And waited…
He’d memorized your schedule months ago, so where were you? Finally, as if he had been waiting his whole life for this, he caught a glance.
The familiar stature peering around every corner before daring to take a step, the way they checked over their shoulder every few moments—it was unmistakable!
His yn! Finally!
His smile stretched across his face as he bounded up behind you, locking his arms firmly around your midsection, “It’s so cute of you to keep me waiting,” he mumbled into your hair, grip unrelenting.
Your entire body tensed, each nerve ending screaming to get away as you began to writhe and pry away at his hands.
“Ah, ah, ah… I’m not losing you again. C’mon, yn, let’s go home.”