It only took a smile - Chapter 11- The truth-2

*CLINK*

The fork pierced the meat with a faint sound, yet the frown on everyone’s face made the little girl realize she had made a mistake.

At the head of the table sat a man with silky black hair combed neatly back. He wore a formal white shirt and black pants, even for dinner with his family.

Without raising his eyes, the man spoke.
“Takashi.”

At the far end of the table, a boy with the same dark-platinum hair responded,
“Yes, Father?”

The lady beside him stiffened, waiting nervously for what her husband would say.

The man of the house, Fujimoto Ryuuji, asked in a steady voice,
“Have you befriended Matsumoto’s heiress?”

Takashi held back a sigh and answered,
“No, Father.”

Ryuuji’s brows drew together.
“And why is that?”

Takashi finally raised his head.
“Because… no one can talk to her. She always keeps to herself. No friends, no acquaintances. She ignores anyone who tries to approach her, and only speaks when she has to—”

*CLINK*

The fork tapped against the table, cutting him off.

Ryuuji’s sharp brown eyes locked onto his son.
“I arranged everything you needed to befriend her. I’ve cleaned up after your mistakes time and again. And what do you give me in return? Nothing but disappointment!”

Everyone flinched as he threw the fork aside.

Takashi’s fists tightened beneath the table, though his face stayed calm.

Ryuuji pointed a finger at him.
“A connection with the Matsumoto family will be very useful to us. Matsumoto Mai’s uncle sits in the assembly, and her father is a leading industrialist.”

Takashi lowered his head.
“I understand. I’ll try to make a connection with her.”

Ryuuji’s voice grew harsh.
“You’d better.”

…

*DHAK*

The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the room. At last, the mask slipped.

Anger.

Pure, boiling anger.

“Fuck! That old man!” Takashi grabbed the nearest lamp and smashed it against the wall.

His fist crashed into the plaster. Again. And again. Each strike left his knuckles red, but it wasn’t enough.

“Damn it! If I could get my hands on that squid right now…” His chest heaved, craving violence, aching to beat the boy until nothing was left.

But he stopped himself.

Not now. If he went out, questions would follow.

Snarling, he turned to something else. A distraction.

He yanked open the cupboard.

On the left hung his suits, his school uniform, the usual. Ordinary, boring.

But the right side was different. Every inch of it was filled with women’s clothing. Dresses. Skirts. Indoor wear. Even lingerie.

All of it brand new. All untouched.

Takashi’s hand slid along the hangers before stopping at a negligee. He pulled it free and walked toward the bed.

Pressing the soft fabric to his face, he inhaled deeply. A shiver ran through him.

“Oh, Chihiro…” his voice broke into a low moan, “if only you were here… waiting for me in this room… wearing this.”

He could still see her face in his mind — streaked with tears, kneeling in the corridor when the teacher punished her yesterday.

It hurt him to watch her cry. It always did.
But that was the only way. The only way for her to realize she was wrong.
Wrong for rejecting him.

Rejecting him.

What did Takashi lack? He was smart, charming, backed by power, with a future already secured. What more could she want?

And it wasn’t as if he planned to make her some passing fling. No — he had never done that. Takashi valued emotions above all else. He intended to make Chihiro his wife, his lawful wife, even if he had to fight his own parents for it.

He would have kept her safe. Sheltered. She wouldn’t need to lift a finger in this cruel world. He would give her everything — every luxury, every comfort. In return, she only needed to meet his needs.

That was all.

Was it really too much to ask?

But no. She had to throw it all away — for ‘him’.

That useless Ryouta. That spineless boy who couldn’t even tie his own shoelaces. What could she possibly see in him?!

Takashi chuckled bitterly, remembering.
“Pfft… the way his mother cried, begging them to stop. It was hilarious.”

Just a few days ago, Ryouta had been cornered outside his house by a group of delinquents.

Delinquents Takashi had hired to break his limbs.

He hadn’t planned to go that far. Not at first.
But then he saw them.

Chihiro and Ryouta walking home together, holding hands.
Her face blushing. Her smile timid. Her gaze shy but warm.

The image burned into him like acid.

Even now, just thinking about it, his anger clawed back to the surface. His nails dug into his palms.

He needed to see her.
To calm himself down, he needed her face.

Takashi pulled out his phone and typed in the password:

18-10-07.

The date she was born.

Opening a hidden app, his lips curved as he waited. The screen flickered to life, connecting to the camera he had planted across the street — aimed perfectly at Chihiro’s window.

“It’s nine already… she must be out of the bath,” he whispered.

As his breath quickened, his hand reached for the tissue box on the side.

But then…his expectations were betrayed as he saw just a blank screen before him.

Takashi frowned and restarted the app…but the same results.

He checked the internet, his patience wearing thin.

But then, a few letters appeared on the screen and he froze.

Three simple words yet that sent a shiver down his spine.

‘I SEE YOU.’

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A/N:- That…was weird to write. I know I am a hypocrite for liking female yandere and being disgusted with male yandere…but it is what it is.