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yandere!yuta okkotsu x reader
warnings: emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, implied violence, psychological trauma, disassociation, yandere themes
wc: 318
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he doesn’t yell when he’s angry.
that would be too easy.
yuta okkotsu punishes in silence. with hands that don’t bruise, but hold too tight. with eyes that watch you fall apart and never look away.
he enjoys it.
he enjoys me—my pain, my fear, my confusion. i see it in the way he smiles when my voice cracks. in how he cups my face so tenderly after a breakdown he caused, whispering, “there you are… you always look so honest when you’re crying.”
he tells me it’s because he loves the real me.
but what he really loves is the version of me he’s carved out with fear.
every time i try to stand up for myself, to push back, to breathe—he lets me. he watches me rage, scream, cry—and then when im exhausted, shaking, back against the wall—he kneels beside me like a savior.
“shh… that’s it,” he murmurs, wiping my tears. “you got it out. i'm proud of you.”
he says he’s proud when I fall apart.
because that’s the version he’s in love with. the girl who can’t leave. the girl who only survives when she’s in his arms.
and when i stop fighting?
he’s sweeter than anyone i've ever known.
he’ll brush my hair. run me a bath. feed me by hand like I’m something precious and weak.
“see? isn’t it easier when you don’t resist?”
he calls it love.
but it’s not love.
it’s ownership wrapped in soft words and bruiseless hands. it’s the way he tilts his head when I disassociate, studying my emptiness like it’s beautiful.
“i like when you go quiet like that,” he once said. “you look peaceful.”
i wasn’t peaceful.
i was gone.