Only for you {Yandere boys x Female reader}

Coded truth

The morning sun was barely peeking over a far hill when Y/n slipped out the side stairwell door. Her bag was slung lazily over her shoulder, and her slow steps echoed as she climbed her way to the school rooftop.

A dull kind of melancholy clung to her like fog, trapping all the thoughts in her mind. The rooftop door creaked as she opened it, cool air brushing her cheeks. She stepped out, unexpectedly inhaling the scent of nicotine.

Peter leaned against the railing, one foot braced up behind him and a cigarette pinched loosely between two fingers. His shoulders jumped when he noticed her, and he quickly dropped the cigarette behind his back like he could somehow erase it from reality.

Y/n blinked, surprised. "Hello?"

Peter gave a sheepish smile, one corner of his mouth tugging upward. "Morning, Y/n."

She glanced at the trail of smoke wafting into the air. He laughed quietly, a breathy sound. "Guess there's no point in hiding now. You don't smoke, right?"

"No thanks," she said, coming to lean beside him. "But don't worry, I won't report you to the hall monitors."

He chuckled again, stubbing the cigarette out on the concrete ledge with a practiced twist. "Thanks. What are you doing up here?" Peter asked, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

Y/n responded casually, "Jackson took me here once. Figured I'd come clear my head."

"Same," he said after a beat. "It's nice to be somewhere quiet for a moment."

"Yeah."

The rooftop was still, the wind sharp but refreshing as it cut through the lingering weight of the restless morning. She leaned against the rail, arms folded, trying to ease the tight feeling in her chest.

Peter 's gaze shifted toward her—soft, contemplative. Y/n wasn't even looking at him, just staring out over the edge of the rooftop with the sun catching in her eyes. Peter's breath was strained as he found himself studying the light on her face. Not just her beauty, but the way her eyes reflected so many emotions all at once.

His hand twitched beside him, but he forced himself to remain completely still.

Y/n shifted slightly, and Peter quickly looked away before she could catch him staring and asked, "So what's your take on the whole Miya thing?"

Y/n gave him a wary look. "I'm honestly not really sure. You?"

Peter shrugged. "I've just been thinking about how weird it is. People are acting like she's this tragic icon or something. I get that this is very unfortunate, but I really hated her, especially after what she said about you."

Y/n looked away, her fingers tightening slightly on the railing.

"I mean..." he went on, his tone dipping low, "people say sh*t out of jealousy or boredom all the time, but spreading rumors about you and Anthony? It's disgusting."

She didn't respond right away, so he added, "I just think it's kind of messed up how people are rewriting who she was now that she's gone."

Y/n gave a faint smile. "I understand that."

"Good," he said, "I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't really get the whole glorifying someone just because they died concept. Especially when they made a mess on their way out."

A moment passed. Then Peter shifted his weight and asked, more carefully, "How are you doing? Like, really?"

She hesitated, then gave a half-smile. "Just... tired, I think. I've had a harder time falling asleep the past couple weeks."