collecting [yandere!reo mikage x reader x yandere!nagi seishiro]
cw: obsessive behaviour, stalking, manipulation, implied kidnapping, isolation, toxic relationship dynamics, nagi is a cat (jk)
based on this request !
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The coffee shop is unusually busy this morning. You are absolutely certain you put your card, a bright yellow one, hard to miss, in the front pocket of your purse, but it is not there.
You murmur, “Ah, shoot.”
The line behind you is growing, and the barista is beginning to look impatient.
“Uhm…I'm sorry - ”
“Let me save you.”
You look up. Purple hair. Expensive coat.
You hesitate. “You really don’t have to.”
“It’s just coffee.” He smiles gently at you. “Besides, you can owe me one.”
You smile and nod.
When you leave you have exchanged numbers and you walk to the train thinking about the smile mostly, and a little about the card, which never turns up.
Reo texts you that evening
hope the rest of your day was better than the start.
You smile at your phone.
Soon enough, Reo is everywhere in your life and you like having him around. He is become a close friend.
The thing about Reo is that you never have to say anything twice.
You mention a restaurant offhand in October and he books it in November without referencing the conversation, "just I thought we could try this" and it's the right place, exactly the right place, and you laugh and say "how did you know" and he just shrugs and holds the door open.
He knows how you take your coffee. Knows you run cold, appears with a jacket. Knows when you've had a bad week before you've said anything, meets you with the specific food that fixes it.
"You're like a cheat code," you tell him one day. He laughs. "I just pay attention."
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You meet Nagi on a rainy Sunday, a month after the coffee shop incident.
He's on the couch when you arrive, console in both hands, and he doesn't look up when Reo introduces you.
"Nagi."
"Mm."
"This is her."
A pause in the gameplay. He glances at you once, brief and goes back to his screen.
"Hey," he says, to no one in particular.
You look at Reo. Reo smiles. "He's like this with everyone," he says, guiding you toward the kitchen. "He'll eventually warm up."
And..that he does. Warm up would be a far cry, it's more like an adjustment. Lazying around most days, but with every visit of yours, starts arranging himself closer around you. At first, it's sitting on the couch closer to you, the next he makes space for you on the couch, soon it's resting his head on your lap while playing games.
"It's funny," you say to your friend Hana one day, "Nagi was completely indifferent at first but now he just.. I don't know. Rearranges around me. Like a cat."
She raises her eyebrows. "And that's not weird?"
"It's sweet, actually. Reo's the same. Whatever Nagi wants, Reo gets it for him almost immediately. The moment he shows interest in anything Reo says, "I'll take care of it." I think that's just how Reo is, he reads people, pays that kind of attention to everyone he loves."
Hana asks, "So..do you like any one of them?"
You stir your drink. "Honestly, I dont want to complicate things with them. They have become..good friends you know?"
"Yeah," Hana says. "Makes sense. Karasu seemed interested in you though, just saying."
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You mentioned the date casually while packing your bag
Nagi stopped playing his game. Reo stopped stirring his coffee. It was the first time you had ever managed to get both of their full attention so quickly.
“A date?” Reo asked.
You blinked. “Yeah.”
“With who?” Nagi asked.
“Someone from my friend’s course.”
“No,” Nagi said.
You stared at him. He stared back. His expression was blank, but his hand had tightened around his phone. You laughed uncertainly. “That wasn’t really a question.” You slung your bag over your shoulder. “I have to go.”
Nagi caught your wrist before you could step away, his fingers wrapped around you loosely, almost lazily, but he did not let go.
“You’re coming back after?” he asked.
You looked down at his hand. “Sei..”
“Are you?” His voice was soft.
Reo leaned back in his chair, watching the two of you carefully. “Nagi,” he said, almost gently. “Let go.”
For one second, Nagi did not move, then slowly his fingers slipped away.
You thought to yourself, maybe h's being insecure.. I should talk to him about this later. You left with an uneasy feeling in your chest. Neither of them said goodbye.
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Your date never showed up. You waited for forty minutes before checking your phone for the tenth time.
Nothing. No apology. No explanation. Your messages were not even delivering. You were on the way to your home irritated and embarrassed, trying not to take it personally when your phone buzzed
Reo:
Pasta leftovers, you hungry?
You hesitate but the loud rumble from your stomach decides for you. You enters their apartment door. Nagi was comfortable on the couch. He barely looked up from his phone. “Welcome home.”
The silence stretches as you shifted uncomfortably from one leg to another, remnants of previous conversation still lingering in your mind.
Reo enters in the doorway, holding a cleaning towel in his hand. Perfectly dressed. Perfectly calm. He smiled at you. “There you are. How was your date?"
You shrug, voice low, "Asshole never showed up."
Reo hums and brings out pasta from your favourite place, he smiles at you. "His loss. It's from Vini's." He puts the bowl infront you and sits across.
You take a mouthful of it, groaning in satisfaction. "I dont know you do it Reo. You take such good care of me."
He chuckles as he reaches behind him and sets something on the table in front of your bowl. A notebook. Small, dark, well-worn at the spine.
"This is how," he says.
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You pick it up smiling because, of course, Reo has a notebook.
Your coffee order. The restaurant. Your jacket size. The film you mentioned once, three Tuesdays ago.
“Aww, this is insane,” you say, laughing. “Reo.”
He smiles. “I told you. I pay attention.”
You turn another page. Your smile falters. Your landlord’s name. Your work schedule. The route you take home - the things you never told him about?
Then:
Karasu Tabito. Not a good influence. Cut contact.
Today’s date is written neatly beside it. Your fingers stop moving.
“Reo,” you whisper. “What is this?”
His expression softens. “He was not good enough for you.”
Your chair scrapes against the floor as you push yourself upright. “You don’t get to decide that.”
“We do,” Nagi says.
Your head snaps toward him. His phone lies forgotten beside him now. His grey eyes are fixed on you with an intensity you have never seen before.
“I didn’t care before,” he says quietly. “Where people went. Who they talked to. It was easy.”
He stands. You take a step back and he follows.
“But you keep leaving.” His brows knit together, almost irritated. “Reo says I can’t just stop you because you’ll get scared.”
You look at Reo. He gives you a faint, apologetic smile. “I told him we needed to be patient.”
Your breath catches. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You trust people too easily,” Reo says gently. “You walk home alone. You forget to charge your phone. You agreed to meet someone you barely knew.”
“That is none of your business.”
Nagi frowns. “It is.”
You slam the notebook down onto the table in frustration. Something slips from between its pages.
Small. Rectangular. Bright yellow.
Your card. The one you lost the morning you met Reo.
The room seems to tilt around you. You look at the card. Then the notebook. Then Reo.
The pieces do not fall into place so much as they drop all at once, heavy and sickening.
“You-”
You stagger toward the door, the floor shifts beneath your feet. Your hand catches the edge of the table. “What did you put in my food?”
Your legs buckle but before you can hit the floor, arms wrap around your waist from behind. Firm. Unhurried.
Nagi.
You claw at his hands. “Let go of me.”
He pulls you against his chest.
“Nagi, please.” Your voice cracks. “Please. I’m scared.”
His chin settles against your shoulder. “I know." He murmurs in your ear, " 'msorry baby, we didnt mean to frighten you, yeah?"
He inhales the scent of your neck, "we just couldn't let you leave."
The answer is quiet. Almost absent-minded.
That is worse.
You search for Reo through the blur gathering at the edges of your vision. “Reo,” you choke out. “Help me.”
But Reo is not looking at you.
He is looking at Nagi.
And on his face is an expression you have seen before but never named. The same quiet satisfaction that appears whenever Nagi shows interest in something and Reo says—
I’ll take care of it.
You understand, with the particular clarity of things understood too late.
He had been collecting you for him.
an: too long! sorry! also, my first time writing yandere, be kind please. :) let me know if you want a part 2 to this? i have some ideas as to what the "new life" for the reader would look like. :)
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