Hot Milk (New) Yandere male x female reader

Abbysal II

"I wear Envy like a silk dress.
I see it in your eyes, you no longer love me.
Look me in the eyes.
What do you see?
It's Hell. I'm furiously angry."

"Mika! Miss Mika! Please! Open the door!" Sato screams, as he pounded the door.

His other arm, carefully held the unconscious girl.

"Miss Mika! Please!" Sato screamed.

The green door slowly opened.

"Sato-...?" The other woman fell silent, as her eyes landed on the figure on Sato's arms.

"I found her unconscious. I couldn't bring her to my apartment, because my Uncle is there. Please, can I treat her here?" Sato asks.

Mika fell silent, before she nodded after a few seconds.

"Bring her in." Mika says, opening the door wider.

Sato enters the home, and gently placed the girl on the couch.

"Do you have any towels?" Sato asks the older woman.

"Yes, they're in the third room. It's in the first drawer you see." Mika instructs, as she curiously peered over the unconscious girl.

Sato fled the scene, and hurried off to fetch the towels.

"While your at it, can you fetch the medical kit? Its somewhere in there too!" Mika yells.

Mika looked back at the girl.

She was jealous.

"So, it's your fault why Sato wouldn't love me." Mika muttered, as she hatefully glared at the girl.

Mika reached both her hands towards the sleeping girl.

Wrapping both her hands around the younger girl's neck.

It was clear, that the girl was starting to have a difficulty in breathing. Though, it does not seem, that she will be waking up any time soon.

Mika held her grip on the girl's neck even tighter.

"If you die, Sato will be mourning you. He will need comfort."

"He will need me."

"He will come to me."

"And he will love me."

Just then, a huge force knocked Mika away from the girl.

Mika held her throbbing head, only resulting in seeing her precious blood drip down to her neck and hands.

There, Sato held the wooden easel, Mika uses to paint.

"S-Sato...?" She asks in disbelief.

"She's taking you away from me!!! We could've been happy together!" The older woman screams.

Again, Sato swung the easel very hard against the woman's face.

The woman cried out in pain,  before Sato brutally beats her with the easel again, and again.

Till she no longer breathed.

Sato stared at the bloody mess beneath him.

"I'll have to clean this up."

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The young girl opened her eyes.
Blinking, to regain her sight back.

Feeling the sudden change of atmosphere, she immediately sat up.

Her head immediately pounded by her sudden movements.

"Ow!" She cried.

She felt the soft comforter engulfing her body.
Slowly lifting up the covers, she found herself stripped away from her drenched uniform.

Instead, she wore a huge white shirt.
The shirt smells of laundry detergent and a tangy smell.

The door to her room opened.

"O-Oh... Your awake. That's good." A white haired male enters the room, a mug of steaming liquid inside.

It was the same male whom she had seen at the alleyway.

"Where am I? Who are you?" She stammers.

The male fell silent for a moment, before answering her.
"Your in my home."

He steps closer to her, and hands her the mug.
"Here. It's better to have this on rainy days."

"R-rain? What rai-" The girl was interrupted with the sudden flash of thunder, and rain falling louder outside.

"Oh..."

"Its milk. My mother used to make me hot milk on days like this. It keeps away the bad thoughts." He says.

The girl brought her lips closer to the mug, before sipping from it.
The warmth ran all over her body.
The drink was better than a fireplace.

"If you've noticed, I added tiny marshmallows in there too. Makes the milk more fun to drink." He informs.

He was right.

She closely peered into the mug, and noticed the small, white lumps.

Before getting even more distracted by the warm drink, she placed the mug on her covered lap.

"Who are you?" She asks.

"O-Oh. Yeah. Sorry, I forgot. I'm Sato." He introduces himself.

"Do...do you know who I am?" She asks.

Sato fell silent for a moment.

"Of course! Your my girlfriend!"
He ecstaticly says.

"Your my sweet, little Y/n."