the deepend
Yandere yachi x fem reader.
Tw : nsfw ish- no smut :/ yandere tendencies, Stalking , obsession , abuse major character death. kidnapping , drugging. typical yandere bullshit.
why wouldn't he stop moving ?
Yachi had driven the knife into his gut for the seventh fucking time. And yet he still hadn't stopped convulsing.
Fuck it was gross.
His body jerking forward as he coughed up blood on her shirt. She was fucking soaked. The crimson liquid filling the room with a disgustingly sweet , thick coper smell . In the carpet . In her hair . On her wall.
Cleaning the basement would be a pain in the ass, and hiding the body would be no doubt be even more tiring.
but it was worth it.
Everything was. drugging him, carrying his huge frame into the trunk of her car. Dragging his limp body all the way down here. It would all seem like lightwork soon.
His body finally lay limp under her small frame. Such a shame. He was a cute guy. Tall , olive eyes. spiky brown hair. She could understand why you liked him so much. He was good looking. He was probably so sweeet in caring too.
nonetheless Yachi hadn't really bothered trying to get a lot of background information on him before determining that he had to be ….disposed of. . She new he was a ace for a school , probably one of Karusuno’s rivals. It didn't matter to her. What had mattered was that he had gotten in the way. Blocked her path to you. Maybe if he stayed away from you, maybe he would still be here.
“Maybe” She giggled to herself pulling the knife from his gut, cringing lightly at the wet , icky sound it had made.
you.
Her sun. Always so bright and beautiful .
It had always been you.
From the moment you walked into the Karasuno gym, Manager application in tote, big wide eyes taking in the boys practicing; chatting with Kiyoko about a managerial position( you needing a last minute extracurricular , something about trying to make your university application look better,)
she had decided that you were hers.
Hers to keep. Hers to love, Hers to hold. To protect and hide away from the world.
Of course you hadn't know that. But that was the thing. You didn't need to know. Yachi was satisfied with taking all of your time. She was sure the rest would soon follow.
Befriending you was easy enough.
You were so susceptible to new people , (another reason she determined you were unfit for taking care of yourself, what if her intentions had been bad? Would you still have let her in so easily )
Having no problems telling her about your dreams. Your plans for the future. Your darkest secrets . Inch by inch Yachi busied herself with slinking into your life. Patiently .
But then you fucking ruined everything.
Her life's fucking work. Down the drain. She remembered how happy you had been telling her the news. A boyfriend. A fucking boyfriend. She had masked everything she felt in the moment quite well. She was nothing if not optimistic. Deciding that it was a minor setback. You'd get tired of him soon. She couldn't blame you sweetheart. Soon you'd see.
See what was waiting right in front you.
See her.
but you didn't.
Your face would light up every time he messaged you. The pure look of adoration in your eyes as you attended his games. You were his little fucking cheerleader weren't you. Always the loudest in the stands. The way you looked at him made her fucking nauseous, You weren't - weren't supposed to look at anyone that way.
Sweetheart you really couldn't hold this against her.
She had given you time. she had even planned on giving your more time. However much you needed. To realize she was what you needed.
Honest.
But he- he pushed her too much.
Always letting his hand rest on your thigh, sitting right smack dab in the middle of you two of you at theaters, forcing you to cancel plans in favor of going out on dates with him. Leaving love bites all over your neck. She was sure he was doing it on purpose. Taking your time away from her .
oh but last week. Last week was the last straw.
What pushed her off the deep end
He had came to your school, surprising you in the middle of fucking lunch . Making a huge scene right there in the cafeteria, getting down on one knee. Pulling out a ring.
A promise ring.
Blubbering some shit about he was in love, How he knew you were the one . How he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
You had cried , head frantically nodding yes , those pretty wide eyes lighting up in happiness .
Yachi had to hold down her bile.
Yes that must have been what led her to this. Soaked in his stinky gross blood, dragging his body against the wall, shimmying him into the duffel back. His phone ringing again. Probably you. so sweet that you were so concerned on his whereabouts
After securing the his body in the bag and cleaning her basement as well a it would ever be cleaned, giving up on getting the lingering smell of blood out the carpet she plopped down on her couch, messaging you.
She invited you to come over. something about needing you help her work through some math problems .
you agreed.
why wouldn't you. Yachi was you sweet ,loving befriend who wouldn't hurt a fly.
sorry if this sucked or was cringe
