Yandere Android x Reader
content: gender neutral reader, Patreon request, original story here
It’s moments like these when you forget the body next to you is a lifeless carcass comprised of intricate mechanisms and neural networks. The Android is apparently asleep, his soft, fleshy chest moving up and down in a natural breathing pattern. Those Spacers spared no detail for their invention: everything about him is human-like. His eyelids twitch for a second, as if he’s having a dream.
Do robots dream? He once told you that the closest thing to it is his software update; then his system slows down, scanning over memories and thoughts, replaying snippets in nonsensical order. He’s half-awake, and his logic is clouded by fog. He doesn’t enjoy being partly vulnerable.
Without much thought, you extend your hand towards his face, admiring his peaceful expression. The moment your fingers rest upon his cheeks, however, his eyes open.
“May I assist you with anything,” he inquires in his usual tone. You almost wish they would’ve given him that groggy morning voice most people have waking up.
“No, I was just…it looked like you were sleeping.”
He chuckles hearing your words.
“A synthetic organism like me does not require this kind of inefficient recharging method. I merely closed my eyes to be respectful towards your customs.”
Your brows furrow in confusion.
“What customs?”
“Well, I assumed you would’ve been mildly uncomfortable if you had woken up to me in an alert state, observing your previously unconscious form. I quite enjoy watching you sleep, but I’d rather not startle you.”
Your cheeks suddenly flush in embarrassment. It’s silly, of course – your android partner doesn’t care about things like messy hair and strings of drool – yet you can’t help but feel a little shy.
“I, uh, I appreciate your courtesy,” you finally mumble, turning on your back. You wonder if it even counts, given he’s already mentioned the intense scrutiny you’re under each night.
“It’s about time for your coffee,” he says, standing up smoothly, without any hint of tiredness. You’re jealous of his immediate vigor; you’ll be sluggish for the next hour at best. “I shall bring everything to you in a moment.”
