#yandere hitoshi shinso

[thecuriousquest]

Learning Opportunity

Yandere!Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Hitoshi Shinso

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, non con touching, non con references, non con sex, brief non con fingering, pseudoincest/stepcest, abusive behavior, sexually abusive behavior, creepy step dad, creepy step brother, non consensual spanking, punishment spanking

Master List

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It’s been at least three months since your mother passed away, leaving you with your deranged step father and somewhat creepy step brother. You do your best to avoid them, only coming out of your room when necessary, but it’s so difficult living with the two of them.

Your step dad usually comes into your room at night, sitting on your bed. You stiffen under the covers as he slides his hand along your back, smoothing calloused fingers over your soft flesh. He guides his hand along your lower back, dipping further and further until his fingers ghost the doughy hill of your ass.

You cry, a soft whimper escaping wet and parted lips.

He usually leaves once you start sobbing uncontrollably. Usually. Sometimes, he likes listening to you cry, likes listening to the hitched whine in your voice as his hand travels deeper and deeper between your legs.

These are the days where he wakes up next to you, naked, but you didn’t sleep the entire night. Not after what your step dad did to you.

More often than not after school, Hitoshi will make snacks for the two of you, and he tries to feed them to you. He will…intimidate you into opening your mouth. He stands over you, tall and unmoving like a mountain, holding that fucking dumpling in his hand. He whispers into your ear for you to be a good girl and obey Toshi-nii.

You take a shaky breath, closing your eyes to block out the sting prickling in your orbs and the burn in your nose as you open your mouth for him. He sticks his meaty fingers in your mouth, brushing your tongue as he feeds you your afternoon snack. Hitoshi leaves his fingers lingering on your lips as he smiles while watching you chew your food.

You can’t help but sniffle as he places you on his lap, turning the tv on so you two can watch a movie or a show together. Of course there’s an entire plate of snacks for the two of you to munch on. The only rule is you can’t feed yourself. No. Toshi-nii swats your hand away with a light smack whenever you try it. If you want more to eat, you’d better ask him, and don’t even think about complaining when he feeds you.

——

You thought you could get some peace showering, but you were wrong. Aizawa placed a new rule where you have to tell him when you’re about to shower. He’s never left in the dark with your nude secrets. He checks over your goosebump flesh, making sure nobody scratched or bruised his little girl. He undresses you slowly, letting you quiver and tremble slightly harder with every passing item of clothing that he drops on the floor. Soon, he’s pressing you up against the wall of the shower, your bare tits against the tile as he fucks into you, his scratchy pubes and balls smacking against your skin in such a rough manner it makes you scream into your palm.

Due to being unable to lock your door or even shut it, you feel eyes on you through the small crack, and you know it’s your brother watching you. You stand there frozen, unable to dress in your room. Now, you have to hide inside of your closet to get dressed.

You try your best to shower at school from now on.

——

Recently, you’ve become a defiant little thing. You don’t abide by your curfew, not wanting to come home and have dinner with the two of them. So, you stay out as late as you can, ignoring both of their texts.

Your step dad’s messages convey his anger towards you while your step brother shows concern.

Aizawa: Where the hell are you? You better get your ass home right now if you know what’s good for you.

Hitoshi: Hey, sis, you okay? It’s getting kind of late. You should probably come home. I’m worried about you.

You roll your eyes and stay in the library, doing your homework until it closes. You grab dinner next from a convenience store, and then you decide to make your way home. Walking in with your backpack slung on one shoulder, you shut the door behind you.

Your step dad appears in only seconds, rounding the hallway from the kitchen.

“And where the hell have you been, young lady?”

Sighing, you shrug your backpack onto the floor, taking your shoes off as well. “None of your business. I’m going to bed.” You just want to get away from him.

Hitoshi walks down the steps. He stops when he sees you. “Hey, sis, where have you been? It’s kind of late. You missed dinner.”

“Can the both of you get off of my fucking back?” You don’t like this, don’t like how they have trapped you. One is in front of you, the other blocking your path to your room.

No, you really don’t like this at all.

A quick hand reaches out for your hair, the other popping your mouth. Aizawa drags you close to him, chest to chest.

“You don’t really have the room to be talking like that, you know?”

He drags you into the living room, plopping down on the couch, forcing you to stand between his parted knees. His hand is still tight in your locks, forcing you to bend at an odd angle.

You press your hands against his chest to steady yourself, to fight the inevitable

“You’ve been a really bad girl lately. I’m not going to let you continue with this behavior. As your father-”

“You’re not my fucking father, you asshole! Fathers don’t rape their daughters! You’re just a fucking pervert, a monster!” you shout in his face, flecks of spit landing on his cheeks and nose.

Shouta wipes the saliva off with the sleeve of his shirt with a grunt before draping you over his sturdy thigh. He looks at his son who is standing idly by in the doorway of the living room.

“Shinso, come here.”

His son strides over lazily with hands in his pockets. “Yeah, Dad?”

“Have you ever given anyone a spanking before?”

You wriggle with mortification, not wanting to endure this any longer. “Please, don’t-”

“Hush,” Aizawa scolds as he delivers a swat to your upturned bottom.

You yip and hang your head in absolute shame.

“So, have you, Shinso?”

“No, Dad, I haven’t.” A grin appears on the teenager’s face, knowing what direction this is going in.

“Well then, I think this will be a great learning opportunity for you.”

With that, he raises his hand for a flurry of skin blazing smacks. You rear your head again, writhing across the older man’s lap as your legs scissor.

“I’m starting over her skirt because I want to build up the sting in layers. It doesn’t hurt as much now, but it will once we take away some of her protection.”

Doesn’t hurt as much now? Is he fucking shitting you? It hurts like fucking hell!

“You really want to focus on the lower half of her bottom and the upper half of her thighs. You don’t want to end up hitting her tailbone or anything on the lower back. That can cause unnecessary damage,” he explains to his son.

“Oh, I see. That makes sense,” Hitoshi responds. “She sure is kicking a lot.”

“Yeah, if it gets annoying, you can always just pin them down like this-” Aizawa puts a leg over both of yours, effectively trapping them.

“This isn’t fair! You’re humiliating me!” you scream into the couch cushions.

“If she starts being a little too mouthy, you can always take away a layer of clothing,” your step dad informs Hitoshi as he hikes up your skirt around your waist. “See, she’s already a nice shade of pink.” He pats the swell of your bottom, and it causes you to wince.

“Can I touch it?” Shinso asks tentatively.

“Sure, kid.” Amusement laces your step father’s tone, and you groan out of mortification as you feel Hitoshi’s fingers graze over your spanked flesh.

You hiss sharply as he pokes it.

“Fucking get off of me!” You try to kick your pinned legs as you push on Shouta’s thigh.

“That’s enough out of you, young lady.”

The spanking resumes as he pushes down on your back. A sob climbs up your throat, past a knot that you wish you could swallow. Shaking your head, you shoot an arm back to try and protect your backside from his onslaught.

“No, I hate you! I hate you both so much! Stop it!”

You feel his hand come down even harder but at a slower pace. It’s agonizing, leaving you breathy with tears all over your face.

“Now, Hitoshi, this is usually when I like to take down her underwear. You want to do the honors, kid?”

You look up at your step brother. He has the same expression akin to whenever he wants to feed you something. He slowly, ever so painfully slowly, drags your cotton panties down to your knees.

Lacking any protection, your punishment starts again. You catch a glimpse of Hitoshi’s hard cock as he palms himself through his pants.

It makes you want to vomit.

How could someone who is supposed to be your dad do this to you? How could someone who’s supposed to be your big brother treat you like this? How could your fucking mother die and leave you with these two creeps?

You hold onto a pillow on the couch, crying into it as you’re forced to lie over your step father’s knee and take whatever he plans to give you.

“And when she’s all sweet and compliant, that’s when you know she doesn’t have any fight left in her. You’re free to do whatever you want with her after that.”

Shouta makes an example out of you by hefting you up onto his lap, holding you closely.

He whispers in your ear, “There’s my good girl. You be good for Daddy now, okay? Be a good girl for me.” You feel his fingers slide beneath your skirt and into the folds of your slit.

Your chest heaves as you sob even harder against his shoulder. He’s right, though. You’re too tired to fight back. All the energy has left your body from fighting him during your spanking, and you simply sit there on your step dad’s lap and sob.

You don’t want to be spanked again after all.

Hitoshi lowers the zipper on his pants, pulling his cock free as he strokes himself.

“So, we can do anything with her now?” your step brother inquires.

“Anything you want. It’s not like she has room to disagree.”

[lovelywongie]

Yandere that would take you on walks after the Stockholm syndrome: Present mic, Midnight, Hitoshi, Erasermic

Yandere that would never let you step out of the house: Eraserhead, All might, Deku, Bakugou, Shoto, Hawks

Writing streak: 17

[mango-bango-bby]

Yandere aizawa family who is aizawa and hisashi ( mic sensei) and shinzo and eri who wont let reader become a hero even tho she is shinzo's twin sis and have the same quirk

Yandere aizawa family who wont let reader have a relationship cuz they might hurt the reader

♡ Your Own Good ♡

(A/N: I have so many platonic yandere requests right now, everyone just wants platonic yandere and I am here for it!! I hope you like, I think erasermic family is a very cute idea 💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, child and teen!reader, overprotectiveness, mentions of bullying

Summary: You want to be a hero yet your family refuses (Platonic!Yandere!EraserMic Family x Teen!Reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You slam your bedroom door behind you, crawling into your bed with fat tears rolling down your cheeks. It seemed as if everyone in your family were heros. Both of your fathers were heroes, your brother was a hero in training.

Even your little sister was allowed near heroic stuff yet they all treated you like a child and told you it was to dangerous. You just wanted to be a hero, you just want to help people.

Shouta kneels down next to your bed, gently wiping some tears off of your sleeping face. It’s hard for him not to see you as the small child he saved along with Hitoshi.

He knows that you just want to save people but he’s just so scared that you’re going to be hurt. It makes him feel like a asshole to shut down your dreams, but he wants to keep you safe.

“It’s for their own good, Shouta” Hizashi says from the doorway. Shouta glances up at his husband for a moment.

“I know” he says simply. You had the same quirk as Hitoshi, both you and your brother were heavily bullied because of your quirks. Hitoshi tended to internalize all of the pain from the bullying, instead opting to comfort you when anything would happen.

Hizashi and Shouta still remember you coming home from school sobbing because people called you a villain. They remember you coming home covered in dirt after bullies pushed you down.

They remember you hiding in your room so you wouldn’t have to been seen in public. They even remember you sobbing and telling them you were scared that you were going to end up a villain simply because of your quirk.

After all you’ve been through, how could your family not be overprotective of you? You couldn’t be a hero. You were to fragile. You were to fragile which is why you need your family to protect you.

“They just need to be protected” Shouta mumbles, finally standing up from the side of your bed. You had gotten into a fight with your fathers about how you wanted to become a hero but they refused. So you went to your room, slamming your door and crying yourself to sleep.

“I know, but we’re doing the right thing” Hizashi smile, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead. They turn off the light as they leave your room, they’ll have to talk to you later about why they won’t let you become a hero. They’re only isolating you and they’re only prohibiting you from your dreams so that you’re safe.

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[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

My Hero Academia requests are open: I will write for, almost everyone as a yandere! For minors I will be aging them up.

[melancholymegumi]

Shinsou , trying to bribe his little sister to not tell daddy!shota that he went out with Kaminari to go to a party. You , being the brat you are refused and blackmailed Shinsou with that piece of information , only to fail and end up with an ass full of cum that's plugged with the prettiest butt plug he bought <3

[bakubunny]

late night yan dad bf!aizawa & ‘big bro’ shinso dreams….

shota brushes and flosses your teeth every night because you’re just too little to handle such a big task without daddy’s help. he inspects your mouth most of the time just to be sure he’s gotten his angel all squeaky clean. sometimes he lets big brother ‘toshi inspect your mouth, especially if daddy’s not home to brush your teeth for you. if you’re lucky, ‘toshi will let you hold the toothbrush like a big girl, all by yourself…. but you excitedly dread the nights that daddy’s not home because ‘toshi’s “inspections” are a lot more like him fingering your mouth until you’re a drooly, whiny, hot-faced mess.

‘toshi doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to take care of his dumb baby sister, so he makes the most of every second that daddy’s not home.

[shinsoup]

mha boys when you need to sleep

- watches you with a glare as you type away mindlessly on your laptop

- you promised bakugo you would be in bed by 8

- you promised bakugo you would be in bed by 8

- it was now 10:47

- bakugo knew how much your grades meant to you and how you’d sacrifice your own well being if that meant you’d succeed

- the angry blonde groaned loudly in hopes of getting your attention, failing as you seemed to block him out

- he dragged himself out of bed and stormed over to your hunched figure, looming over you as you paid no attention

- “hey, asshole,” he snarked as he took your earbuds out, probably listening to some audio book for a class, “time for bed”

- “five more minutes,” you mumbled, turning to take your earbuds back but he quickly pulled away

- “bed. now.”

- you gave him a tired look as you let out a sigh, lifting your arms up with a pout

- “carry me?”

- he rolled his eyes and faked annoyance before huffing loudly

- he tucked his hands under your arms and lifted you up, your legs lazily wrapping around his waist as you nuzzled your face into his neck

- his hands slid down to your bottom and cupped it gently, not in a sexual way, but in a caring act

- “m’love you,” you mumbled, sending vibrations down his neck

- he smirked at your sleepy state as he gently put you in bed, placing you under the covers and tucking you in

- he peeled his shirt off and tossed it somewhere in the room before joining you

- you immediately curled into his warm figure as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to his body

- “night, ‘suki”

- “goodnight, princess.”

☆dabi☆

- dabi hung out in your apartment when you were away working your shitty restaurant shift

- dealing with shitty customers and making shitty money

- he always found peace in your small home, refusing to stay at the LOV league base

- there was no love or care in the mucky headquarters

- and although he would never admit it, he craved for your affection

- you entered your apartment close to midnight

- dabi not batting an eye as you lugged your way past him and to the bedroom

- “no kiss hello?” he asked, seeming angry as he pushed himself off your couch and followed you into the room

- “m’sorry,” you mumbled, stopping in your place and standing on your tip toes to ghost your lips over his cheek

- “what’s up with you?” he asked, coming off harsher than he intended

- you pulled your work shirt that was covered in stains over your head and grabbed one of dabi’s black shirts he left nights ago

- slipping off your jeans, you didn’t care to put shorts on, leaving you in your panties

- “some karen kept complaining and almost got me fired,” you whispered, a quiver stuck in your throat

- dabi opened his arms for you to take, your body fitting perfectly in his embrace as you sighed into his chest

- “forget that bitch, probably miserable and ugly”

- you stifled a giggle, tears pricking your eyes as dabi was quick to wipe them away

- “let’s get to bed, i’m whipped”

- you nodded slowly before your eyes lit up, worry filling them

- “i needed to clean the kitchen tonight,” you said, a deep frown etched onto your face as a tear escape down your cheek

- you were so tired, mentally and physically

- but you had a morning shift tomorrow and then needed to go grocery shopping

- “hey,” dabi said, grabbing your chin between his fingers as he forced you to look at him, “i’ll clean it tomorrow, you need to sleep”

- “b-but i need to go to the grocery store t-too-”

- “i’ll go”

- you let out a sigh as you bit your bottom lip, not liking how he was doing everything for you

- “i’ll leave money for you in the morning”

- he gave you a grin as he kissed your wet lips, stained with tears, “i’m a villain, baby. money’s not an issue”

- you gave him a gentle smile as you kissed him back, grateful to have dabi in your life

- “alright, doll, bed time”

☆shinso☆

- shinso was always a good boyfriend

- helping you with training, cleaning your room, assignments you struggled on

- he would bring you hot meals to your training sessions and stay up to study with you for upcoming exams

- but it was currently 11pm and you had been training for five hours

- you were first training with deku but as hours passed, the green headed boy got tired and decided to call it a night

- you were relentless and wanted to improve so badly

- but pushing yourself was the opposite of what you needed to be doing

- 11pm came quick and shinso was still up

- he was waiting for you to come to his dorm so you could tell him about your day and then hopefully get to sleep

- the lavender haired boy made his way to ground gamma, wearing a random sweatshirt and grey sweatpants, his locks messy but he didn’t care to style it

- he entered the training grounds to see you doing laps, huffing deeply and sweat running down your forehead

- he grabbed your attention as you gave him a small smile, making your way over to the boy quickly

- “hi, toshi,” you smiled, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand, “what’s up?”

- “what’s up?” he chuckles, causing you to furrow your eyebrows together

- “it’s almost midnight, kitten”

- you let out a laugh as you shrugged your shoulders

- “that gives me a few more hours”

- his eyebrows bunched together as he took your hand, gently lacing his fingers with yours

- “you haven’t been sleeping lately, get one night in”

- “toshi-”

- “kitten, cmon”

- you gave him a frown as you let out a sigh, your stomach twisting into knots at the thought of leaving your workout unfinished

- you weren’t the worst in your class but you definitely weren’t the best, you at least wanted to prove you belonged here

- and shinso knew that

- “can i at least take a shower?” you asked, his eyes trailing to your baby hairs that stuck to your neck due to the amount of sweat you conjured up

- “only if i can join”

- of course he was joking, but it didn’t fail to break a smile onto your tired face

- “whatever,” you smiled as you squeezed his hand before grabbing your workout bag that was sitting by the bench

- “shower and then bed,” he reminded

- “but-”

- “y/n.”

- ….

- “fine.”

i know damn well dabi wouldn't be this soft but!!!

[ghostsy]

A Spotted Mind

WARNINGS: yandere, abuse of power, possessiveness, nsfw, smut, non-consensual implications, implied kidnapping

A/N: i'm not sure how i feel about this, but it took me longer than it should've, so i'm posting it. ^^

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! SHINSO HITOSHI X READER

“I don’t understand.”

“Look, I know it isn’t exactly fair, but–”

“No. I mean, I don’t understand.” Calloused hands ran through purple locks, pulling, tugging, anything to alleviate the building frustration. 

“Years. Years risking my life, years saving lives, years doing everything a hero is supposed to fucking do.” There was a humourless laugh cutting through the words.

This couldn’t be fucking happening. He started pacing, hands unsure, clenching and unclenching their fists, rubbing down his face.

“And where does that get me? Back in elementary school apparently, where everyone’s scared of the freak with the villain’s quirk.” His eyes hardened, flashing with memories he thought he’d long buried, fears he had long killed. 

“Stop.” His former mentor’s voice, monotonous as ever, made him pause; he turned to meet his eyes–well eye and eye patch. “Those are the terms, like it or not. And while I, personally, err on the side of not, that won’t get us anywhere.”

“So what? I don’t have any choice? Let the Hero Commission fuck about with my life all they want, or give up my hero license? You can’t be serious.”

The black haired man sighed, “Things are a little different than in my day, kid. Even underground heroes have to appeal to the public now–”

He scoffed, “I’d hardly say I’m the most unlikeable hero. Or did they happen to forget the guy who explodes buildings and yells at reporters like it’s a sport? Oh, but he’s number two, and makes tween girls wet, so fuck me, I guess.”

“You can sit here throwing a pity party for yourself, if that’s what you want. But you have a choice to make: give up the dream you’ve worked so hard to achieve, the dream you’ve bled for, the dream people have died for…” Uncrossing his arms, his mentor pushed off the wall.

“Or,” He headed for the door, hand catching on the frame, “Go to therapy.” 

He paused, turning; a sly smile played at his lips, “Who knows, you might actually like it.”

. ♡ .

“Nice to meet you! No…Nice to meet you! Ugh, that’s worse. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

She huffed out a sigh, smoothing over her pencil skirt in the floor length mirror, and shook the nerves from her body. She squared her face into a serious expression, reaching a hand towards her reflection.

“Nice to meet you, Mr…” Her hand hung mid air, eyes searching the ceiling for an answer before she groaned, smacking a hand over her face. “What am I even supposed to call him? His hero name? Or…is that too impersonal?” 

She started pacing, “No. You don’t know him, you aren’t friends.” Her hands rubbed at her face, “But this is supposed to be a comfortable environment.” 

She didn’t hear the knock at her door as she muttered to herself, “Hero name or real name. Hero name or real name…eenie meenie–”

“Uhh, am I interrupting something?”

She yelped, jumping a bit in her skin, before scrambling to contain herself.

“Ah! Hello!” She cleared her throat in an attempt to rid herself of the squeakiness, “Hello, it’s nice to meet you, Mr–” She tripped over the plush chair in front of her on her way to greet him, only to be caught by toned arms instead of old leather.

He helped her up as she dusted herself off, flustered, and embarrassed. Looking into lilac eyes, she found indifference and annoyance. How should she deal with this?

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. That was incredibly unprofessional.” She sighed, introducing herself, “How would you like me to address you?”

He gave her his name, “I’m not exactly a working hero right now, anyway.” His face twisted in irritation, and she made a mental note, painting a pleasant smile on her lips.

“The Hero Commission informed me of your situation. I promise, spend the next six months with me, and I’ll send you home with a stamp of approval, and then you can get right back to saving lives.” She giggled a bit, reaching a hand to her face like a schoolgirl sharing a secret, “But, between you and me, I think this is complete bullshit.”

His eyes widened a fraction in surprise, softening a bit, and she fist pumped in her mind. Nailed it!

“In any case, we should get started. Sit, please.” She gestured to the couch across from them, and he took a seat. She cleared her throat as she sat herself in her chair, “I assume you know why you’re here with me today?”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah.”

A beat. Nope, okay, that’s all she was getting right now. Time to change tactics.

“You know, since we’re going to be spending a lot of time together these next few months, it might be best to get to know each other a bit before diving in head first. Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

His eyes scanned her, analyzing, sizing her up, “You look a little young to be a therapist.”

Internally she sighed, she was expecting that one, “I’m twenty-four, so you’re technically correct. However, I assure you, I am more than qualified.”

He scoffed a bit, “What, am I your first client or something?”

“As someone who has worked as a hero since age fifteen, I’m sure you understand that there is no age requirement to start helping people.” She supposed it was her fault for opening this door in the first place.

He huffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever you say, doc.”

Well, that was annoying. She sighed, No, she could do this.

“Do you know why the Hero Commission sent you to me?”

“Like I said, I–”

“No.” She kept the pleasant smile on her face. No time like the present, she supposed, “I mean, why they sent you to me.”

He was growing agitated, she could tell, “No.”

“Well, I may know a thing or two about having a villainous quirk.”

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So she could read minds. Big deal. He kicked a stray rock along the sidewalk as he walked home. He huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. That was hardly villainous. It’s not like she could do anything with that. He could mind control, for fuck’s sake.

But, he paused, he supposed he could see her point. He’d spent a good part of their hour and a half session on edge, wondering if she had looked into his mind, violated his privacy.

She had given him a sheepish smile, and assured him she wouldn’t use her quirk without his permission. To which he became even more suspicious. If she wasn’t reading his mind, how did she know what he was thinking?

“How do I know what you’re thinking if I’m not reading your mind, right?” She’d giggled. He had had half a mind to walk out right there.

“Believe it or not, you’re an incredibly easy person to read. Your emotions are written all over your face.”

Well, fuck you too, then. No one on the planet had ever told him that. In fact, he took pride in the monotonous, uncaring mask he’d perfected over the years.

“Oh, please don’t take offense,” She fiddled with her fingers before looking back up at him, “it’s…a side effect. Of my quirk. I can’t really turn that part off–the…understanding people part.”

She was an endearing little thing, he’d give her that. “S’fine.” He’d avoided her gaze in part embarrassment, and part annoyance. No. He wasn’t supposed to like her. This whole thing was happening against his will.

He huffed out a sigh, eyes following the setting sun. Six months. Six months, and he’d be free. He could do that. But he’d be damned if he enjoyed it.

. ♡ .

“Bullshit.”

She laughed, almost doubling over when she met his dull eyes, “I’m serious!”

“You’re just trying to one up me right now; there’s no way you got expelled for using your quirk,” He scoffed.

“I did!” She stifled her laughter to explain, “Granted, I’d read the teacher’s mind to get answers to a test, so it wasn’t completely unwarranted.”

He quirked an eyebrow, and she knew she was being judged, “In my defense, I was like twelve, and terrible at algebra.”

He remained unimpressed, “So you cheated,” he crossed his arms, “How did they even know you used it?”

“Well, I have to make eye contact, you know,” He nodded as she explained, “So, it’s not exactly discreet, but–”

“Okay, but if you’re in someone’s mind, how would they know that?”

“Let me finish! So, I’m flipping through Mrs. Kamakura’s mind, and–”

“Flipping?”

“Mhmm! People’s minds are like…storybooks. You get little flashes of images as you–sort of think of it as–as you’re flipping the page,” She paused, “Wait, you don’t get that?”

“What the fuck? No, IMAX, I don’t get that. It’s like…” He trailed off, eyes searching for the explanation, “It’s like once I’ve got them, I’m holding a leash, and wherever I guide, they follow. There’s no image, just a feeling of…control.”

She blinked, and he nearly cursed himself for freaking her out, only to be met with the sound of laughter, “Wait, wait, so–oh my god–that’s like, you gotta know that sounds kinky as fuck, right?”

He felt his face heat, and while he knew he should be disgusted, he let his mind flash with an image: he had to admit, she’d look good like that, at his feet, eyes wide, thighs pressed together in anticipation of what he’d make her do next—thank god she was too much of a goody two shoes to look inside. 

He squared his face back to neutral, “I could have your license revoked for that, you know.”

She settled, a warm smile at her lips as she shrugged, “You’re more than welcome to take your complaints up with the Hero Commission, but I can’t guarantee your next therapist will be nearly as fun as me.”

He rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile, “You’re hardly a therapist.”

“Oh my god,” She gasped mockingly, “You are so rude! No wonder you got stuck with me.”

He laughed, and as he caught sight of the twinkle in her eyes, a feeling he couldn’t quite place bubbled in his chest.

. ♡ .

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Look, I know it’s not exactly a pleasant memory, but–”

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it.” He crossed his arms, avoiding her gaze.

She sighed out his name, “You’ve been coming to see me for a few weeks now, and we have yet to even talk about the reason you’re here in the first place.” She really did like talking casually with him, but she had a job to do, never mind how he huffed at her like a petulant child.

“You’re the one who said that reason is bullshit, so I don’t know why you’re pressing the issue.” 

Yep. She knew that would come back to bite her. 

“Just because it’s bullshit doesn’t mean it has no consequences,” She was trying so hard to stay the good guy; she finally felt like he’d started to trust her, “I understand what it’s like to–”

“You don’t understand anything. So you got kicked out of school when you were twelve for cheating on a test,” He scoffed, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have the people you’re trying to help look at you like you’re a—like you’re a fucking monster?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off.

“No, you don’t,” His eyebrows knit together in frustration, “I’m out there trying to save the lives of people who hate me while you’re in here making small talk with whoever’s unlucky enough to pass through your door. It’s not the same thing.”

There was a beat of silence, and something twisted in his chest when he caught a glimpse of the kicked puppy look that crossed her face. Before he could apologize she began speaking. 

She rolled her lip between her teeth, sighing, “You know, you’re the first hero client I’ve ever had.” He opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn’t finished, “I mean, technically, you were right, I haven’t really had clients before, either.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, “Then, what–”

“I told you I was expelled from school when I was twelve, but I never told you that that was the last school I ever went to,” A melancholy look glazed over her eyes, “Somewhere along the line, don’t ask me how, the Hero Commission was informed of my quirk–apparently mind reading is rarer than you think.”

She started to fiddle and pull at her fingers as she avoided his gaze, “I spent the next six years in special schooling, before interrogating captured villains for the Hero Commission,” A humourous laugh left her, “my parents were just so excited at the prospect of their little girl being some type of hero.”

“But, you know,” Her voice started to shake, “When you’re invading someone’s mind, stealing their thoughts, no matter how many bad things they’ve done, no matter how villainous they claim to be,” she swallowed the unshed tears, eyes hardening, “When they fight, and claw, and beg for you to just please, get out of their head, you don’t feel like anyone’s hero.”

He knew the feeling well, and as he listened, he found a sort of familiarity in her words. Had anyone been able to put his thoughts into words before?

She smiled a bitter smile, “So, yeah, I know what it’s like to be looked at like a…fucking monster.”

He swallowed, hating the break in her voice. “I didn’t know that.”

She cleared her throat, “As the years went by, I wasn’t just interrogating villains, I was talking to them, helping them,” Her eyes shifted, “They’re people too, you know. They deserve a chance just like the rest of us–to change.”

That bubbling feeling in his chest started to boil. He decided he kind of liked it. The warmth of it. Of her.

She huffed out another laugh, “So imagine my surprise when the Hero Commission came to me with a new challenge. Not a villain. But a hero. A hero to help.” She finally met his gaze, “You.”

. ♡ .

She tossed a few newspaper articles on the glass table in between them, gesturing for him to sort through them. He rolled his eyes, reluctantly obliging.

“Well?” She asked earnestly.

He quirked a brow, lifting his gaze to meet hers, “Well?”

“How do those articles make you feel?”

He scoffed, “Oh, fuck off.”

She laughed lightly, “I’m serious. Come on, tell me. How do they make you feel?”

“You know, for a fake therapist, you’re awfully stereotypical.”

“Now you fuck off, I’m not a fake therapist,” Her lips pulled into a crooked grin, “You know, if you don’t wanna talk about it, I could always take a peek? Would just take a second.” Her smile turned mischievous.

He hated the way his chest warmed, a smile pulling at his lips, “What, you spill your deep dark secrets to me, and it only takes two months to start threatening me?”

“I’m not threatening you.” 

The singsong in her voice made him want to take her over his knee. Brat. Wait. Fuck–he really needed to stop thinking of her like that. But he couldn’t help the way his cheeks heated as he imagined it.

Ass on full display, glowing red. Hands numb as he trapped them in one of his own while she cried. Her hair sticking to her face with the wetness, begging for his forgiveness. He’d give it to her, of course he would. But, he’d tell her, stroking the dome of his canvas, she needed to earn it first.

He shook himself from his thoughts and rolled his eyes playfully, turning back to the articles.

‘UNDERGROUND HEROES: ARE THEY REALLY HERE TO PROTECT YOU?’

and another few with his hero name plastered at the top,

‘MIND CONTROL HERO USES QUIRK ON UNSUSPECTING CIVILIANS’

and

‘HERO OR VILLAIN IN DISGUISE? THE TRUTH ABOUT AN UNDERGROUND HERO.’ 

“I feel like these are complete bullshit.”

She looked unimpressed, “Bullshit is not a feeling.”

He searched her eyes for mercy, and found none, “Fine,” he groaned, “I feel angry. I feel like no matter what I do, I just can’t fucking win; I’m always the bad guy, like this one–”

He pulled up the second article, “Unsuspecting civilians?” He scoffed, “I was responding to a domestic violence call, sue me for telling a guy to stop beating his wife.”

“And this one,” He pulled out another, “What, villain in disguise? Just cause the paparazzi got a picture of me half awake at four in the goddamn morning, and I had the audacity to look annoyed?”

He went on, listing the problems with each and every one, before sighing. “I just don’t understand. Tabloids print stupid rumours about heroes all the time, but because of my quirk, everyone thinks they somehow must be true?” 

He was getting heated, hands becoming animated as he spoke, “What? I make one real mistake, and I’m suddenly like some burnt out celebrity who gets sent to rehab, so that they can get back in society’s good graces. It’s…bullshit.”

“You know,” He laughed a bit in disbelief, “I don’t give a shit if you’re a fake therapist or not, I’m telling you this in confidence, okay?” He looked up at her.

Startled a bit at the abrupt pause, her eyebrows raised, but she nodded quickly in affirmation, gesturing for him to continue.

“It’s almost like they want me to be a villain,” he huffed, hands pulling at his hair, “And…and sometimes…sometimes I feel like…maybe I’d be better off as one.”

His eyes shifted, “No,” searching desperately for the words, “That’s not true,” he sighed, hands rubbing at his face.

“For once,” he lifted his gaze, “Just for once, I’d like to be someone’s hero,” his eyes seemed to burn so intensely into hers that she had to remind herself to breathe.

“I want someone to look at me and think, that’s my hero.”

. ♡ .

She fiddled with her fingers as she stood in front of the boardroom, willing herself not to rock back and forth on her heels. Her eyes scanned the room, searching the faces for any discernible shifts in emotion.

“And you’re positive?” One of the men finally spoke, “It’s only been four months–the agreement was six.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by another, scratchier voice.

“You’re kidding, right?” He scoffed, “four months of chitchat, and you’re ready to send him back into the field?”

Someone else cleared their throat, “I’m inclined to agree–the severity of the situation demands more promising results than simply your word.”

She nodded, and, at the ensuing silence, realized that was her cue, “Ah! Yes, well. I really do think we’ve made progress. Of course, I’m willing to wait two more months, but–”

“But he has some of the best capture numbers on the Hero Billboard,” The man at the head of the table interrupted, “It’s in our best interest to get him back to work as soon as possible. If you’re sure we can assure the public of the anomaly of the matter–”

“She hasn’t even used her quirk,” The man with the scratchy voice interrupted, “At least give us that assurance,” He scoffed, “The man publicly dismembered a villain on national television.”

“With all do respect, sir, he didn’t dismember anyone,” She interjected, letting her annoyance get the better of her for a moment before containing herself, “While I agree the reaction was extreme–”

“And the fact that children watched as a man ripped his own limbs off.” Another scoffed.

She cleared her throat, “Yes, well,” Her eyes shifted, searching for the answer, “Had he done nothing, none of those children would have lived to see another day–lest we forget the damage those limbs were capable of–he’s a hero, at the end of the day,” She was getting heated again, “He did his job; we should all be grateful.”

There was a beat of silence as the words were absorbed, and the man at the head of the table finally spoke, “I trust your judgment,” Her eyes nearly lit up, but then, “But, I also see the appeal of assurance we can give the public. Look into his mind–the knowledge that this won’t happen again, that he isn’t a threat, will ensure we don’t end up right back here in a few months time.”

She deflated, but regained her composure, swallowing the unease building in her chest, “Yes, sir.”

. ♡ .

“No fucking way.”

“Oh, come on! I just wanna know what it feels like. You’re the only person I’ve met with a quirk even similar to mine–”

“I said, No.”

“How ‘bout we make a deal?” She stamped down the building feelings of guilt–this was the only way to help him, really help him.

He turned the words over in his mind, “What deal?”

Stop it. This is for the best. “You use your quirk on me, just like I asked.”

His eyes dulled, “I’m not seeing the deal part of this arrangement.”

“Hear me out,” There was a thrumming of anxiety in her chest, “You use your quirk on me, and to make it fair, I use mine on you. That way we’re both equally culpable.”

There was a beat of silence before he snorted, “Never knew you were such a pervert, doc.”

Her face heated, and she tripped over her words, “That’s not what I mean!” She huffed, collecting herself, “You don’t want to use your quirk on me, and I don’t want to use my quirk on you–this way, we both have to do something we don’t want.”

“Who says I want you in my mind, pervert?” His eyes narrowed playfully.

“Stop calling me that, or I swear I’ll make sure you’re stuck with me ‘till you die.”

“Would that be so terrible?” He surprised himself with the words, but the way her cheeks heated soothed his own embarrassment. Fine, he figured, he’d give her a bone. “Alright, alright, don’t blow a gasket, deal.”

“Really?” She nearly sighed from relief, but then he continued.

“But” He told her, “You better stay surface level, I don’t need you seeing all that dark shit in my brain.”

It was her turn to narrow her eyes, scanning him for a moment, before deciding, “...Do you look at foot fetish por–”

“Okay!” He interrupted, flustered, “ Deal’s off.”

“Nooo!” She whined, “I take it back, I was kidding, please.”

She paused a moment, “You know, you shouldn’t be ashamed, everyone has their own ki–”

“I swear to God, I’ll use my quirk on you just to get you to shut the fuck up.”

She hummed, content, “Lovely,” She gestured for him to continue, “take it away.”

He rolled his eyes, “I have to ask you a question, what are you, stupid?”

“Hey–!” And she was gone.

He found himself staring into blank pupils, and missing the color. Though, he couldn’t help the giddiness that bubbled in his chest of having her under his control. Fuck. He knew he shouldn’t have done this. She was wrong–he enjoyed the fantasy of this moment far too much–it was her fault for pressing the issue in the first place.

He shook himself from his thoughts, opting to scan across her body. How easy it would be. He thought. She wouldn’t even remember. He could be buried balls deep inside her, ruin her, and she’d be none the wiser. But, he sighed, he’d really rather her a conscious participant.

He glanced down at the table where a glass of water sat in front of her. She’d be so pissed. But, he’d be able to see her tits through her ruined white blouse without committing a felony. Yeah, that would do just fine.

“Pick up that glass of water.” She obeyed. “Pour it over yourself.” She did. Well, fuck. He knew he’d enjoy the view, but felt embarrassed at the growing tightness in his pants.

I mean, he hadn’t let her go just yet–he could alleviate himself–No. He told himself. He promised he’d behave. He waited a little while for the bulge in his pants to die down before releasing her.

“Wha–” She groaned, but it fell to a whine when she felt the wetness on her chest, “Are you kidding me? You are such an asshole!” 

He huffed out a laugh as she lamented the ruined shirt, “Hey, you made your bed–I told you I didn’t want to do it.”

“Fuck you,” she said, stamping, and twisting at the shirt with her hands, “You owe me a new shirt.”

He shrugged, “Your turn, doc,” He paused, would she see those dirty thoughts of his? “Surface level, okay? Surface level.”

She nodded, smiling a bit when he handed her his jacket–-only for her to use it as a towel, wiping at her shirt. He really couldn’t win, could he?

“It’ll be easier to do that if you relax,” She adjusted herself in her seat, meeting his eyes, “That way, no stray thoughts pop up in your brain that you don’t want me to see. Otherwise, I won’t be able to control what I find.”

He wondered if she was aware of his thoughts already, but a look in her eyes, and he found nothing but earnest innocence, trust. He sighed internally, the shit he’d do for her. 

“Fire away, doc.”

It was always a bit strange at first. Storybook analogy aside, everyone’s mind formulated its thoughts a bit differently, and each time she’d have to navigate a different type of maze. She made a point to look only for what she came for, no matter how curious she became. But, as she sorted through his mind, she couldn’t find any truly villainous thoughts.

She sighed internally; she was right. The Hero Commission was wrong. And now, she could give him what he’s wanted these past few months, and send him on his way. Though, she found herself a bit disappointed she wouldn’t be seeing him around anymore. No, she shook herself from her thoughts, Don’t be selfish.

Nothing out of the ordinary; she should leave before things became more complicated, and as if the universe could read her mind, she was met with a flood of thoughts.

He watched as she sat across from him, eyes boring into his, mind elsewhere–well mind inside his. Think normal thoughts, he repeated, think normal thoughts. His eyes caught sight of the sheer fabric sticking to her skin, and he felt himself slip.

There was a flash of him bent over a woman on a desk, her desk–was that her? Her wrists caught in a deadlock by his hand as he rammed into her. She was crying out for him, back arched, ass pressing into the hips that slammed against her. Fuck me. His other hand wound around her hair, yanking her head up to look at him. Fuck me! Kissing up her neck, his teeth left bruises in their wake. 

Love me. Sweat dripped down from his brow, and he licked up her cheek, biting at her earlobe. Love me! He took her jaw in his fingers, turning her face to kiss her–she was sure that was her now. Spit glossed their lips as he pulled back, rutting into her in a way that had pornographic whines forced from her throat, drool coating her chin, and staining the desk below them. Her face heated, and she scrambled to leave his mind before finding something newer, something more disturbing. 

Oh my god, she thought. Was he walking her on a fucking leash? No. Don’t kinkshame. That’s fine–

Yes, Master. The woman, this abomination that was her, purred. Whatever you want, Master. 

He watched her face as she knelt below him. Fingers running down between her tresses and pulling, letting her whine, and squeal, choking as he guided her bloated lips up and down and up and down his cock. Come on, He told her, Beg me, a sharp smile, canines dripping, Beg me to let you breathe. Her tears wet the purple tuft at his v-line, lips stained with precum, eyes shiny and wide, looking up at him as she tried not to spasm from the bulge shoved halfway down her throat. Searching for approval.

It’s just a thought he can’t–

They were on a bed. She was crying–his hands around her throat, fingers curled into the collar secured tightly around her neck–as he fucked into her. Her eyes crossed, tongue hanging from her mouth as her tits rocked from the force. Sweat dripped from his abs to where her legs were spread by his hips. He mouthed at her tits, pulling a nipple between his teeth while he took the other breast in his hand, kneading, squeezing. She was squealing. Please, sir. That didn’t sound like her. Can I cum?

Her hands reached up to tug at his locks, but he forced them into the mattress, fingers intertwining with her own. He snorted, You cum when I say you can, pet. She whined as his hips sped their motions, moaning, and turning, trying and failing to pull her hands from beneath his grip.

Please, Master, can I cum Master? I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good, Master. That god forsaken collar tethered her to the bed like a glorified sex doll–little bell jingling each time he thrust into her. He laughed, and she couldn’t help the chill in her bones. Who do you belong to, huh? His breath ragged from exertion, Tell your Master who you belong to.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.

She forced herself out of his mind, heart threatening to break out of her chest.

He looked startled as she came to, and she willed her breathing to slow, swallowing the nerves screaming at her inside her mind. She couldn’t read the emotion that crossed his face, but his eyebrows raised as he waited for her to say something.

She let out a shaky breath, forcing out a laugh, “So,” She swallowed, “Kind of disappointed I didn’t find that foot fet–”

He snorted, “Fuck off,” She followed, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

. ♡ .

“So, that’s it?”

“There’s already a message out to the press,” His mentor told him, “You’re off the hook as soon as it airs.”

“But it’s only been four months?” This didn’t make sense, “What happened?”

“Must have made quite the impression on your therapist,” The older man snorted, “She went right to the Hero Commission, gave them a full clean bill of mental health.”

He knew he should be happy, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. “Can I talk to her?”

The man shrugged, “Don’t see why not, though,” A yawn cut through the words, “heard the Commission’s transferring her–something about the branch in America.”

His heart fell through his chest. She was leaving him without so much as a goodbye? Scratch that. She was leaving him.

“I at least owe her my thanks,” He sighed, eyes hardening in determination, “Let me meet with the Commission."

. ♡ .

She was dodging his calls. A part of her felt badly for her trepidation; he was attracted to her, so what? He was an attractive man. Even she had the stray thought now and then. She’d seen so much worse in the minds of villains, some things that still gave her nightmares. He’s a guy; of course he’s gonna be thinking about sex.

But there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head. She’d been in so many minds, his wasn’t any different. Except it was. 

“It’s like once I’ve got them, I’m holding a leash, and wherever I guide, they follow. There’s no image, just a feeling of…control.”

Control.

That was it. He’d enjoyed it in his thoughts. She knew it. A palpable feeling in the atmosphere of his mind, drunk on the idea of controlling her. 

She’d joked about his kinks, about sex. Maybe a bit unprofessional, in retrospect. But she was trying to lighten the mood. He was her patient, and she was there to help him, to get him to open up. Sue her for trying to be personable.

But it wasn’t just controlling her in the bedroom, where he imagined her beneath him, kneeling at his feet in reverence, like he was–

Like he was her hero. She realized. 

“I want someone to look at me and think, that’s my hero.”

That’s what he had said. She thought it endearing at first, convinced he had more than earned his freedom, but…the way he looked at her,

“You better stay surface level, I don’t need you seeing all that dark shit in my brain.”

There was something darker. Something lurking under the surface. She couldn’t quite place it, losing herself in her thoughts. As she racked her brain for the answer, she didn’t hear the knock at the door.

“Am I interrupting something?”

She jumped, yelping as she turned to catch sight of the purple haired man standing too casually, too comfortably, in her doorway.

“Ah! Oh my god,” She cleared her throat of its squeakiness. She didn’t want to seem vulnerable. “You scared me.”

She stood, not so much to greet him, but in an effort to feel more secure. “Can I ask how you got my address?” She forced a laugh to lighten the atmosphere, “What, you stalking me or something?”

He shrugged, pushing the door closed as he made his way over to her, “Perks of being a working hero,” He paused as he neared her, “Thanks to you.”

Yeah. Way to go. She really tried not to back away as a hand came to brush at her hair, but her feet moved on their own. A look of hurt passed lilac eyes before settling on annoyance. Wow. You nailed it. Shut up.

He cleared his throat, “Heard you were leaving,” He studied her as her fingers started pulling at each other. Not a question. Good. Wait–why was she thinking about that?

“Yeah,” She thought she might rip off one of her fingers with the tension, “They’re opening a new rehabilitation program in–”

“You didn’t say goodbye.” He stepped closer. You know him. Stop freaking out.

“Yes, well, I’m s–” She stepped backward. 

“You know,” His eyes flickered to where her hands fidgeted, “You do that when you’re nervous.” A step forward.

“I’m not–” Another step backward.

He sighed, “I told you to stay surface level.” His eyes shifted, and he huffed, “If you’d just stayed surface level,” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She forced a laugh, “I don’t know what you’re–”

“Cut that out.”

She sighed, “I’m sorry,” Maybe he was just angry at her for violating his privacy. That must be it. “That was wrong of me. I understand if–”

“Honestly, did me a favor,” He huffed out a laugh. What. “Don’t know if I’d ever have had the guts in the first place,” Oh. Was this a confession?

She breathed out his name, “Everyone has feelings,” This was fine. Deescalation. This would work. “And you can’t control all your thoughts. Maybe we should start over.”

He looked at her a moment, eyes widening a fraction before softening. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Almost out of the woods. “Would’ve hated for it to go the other way.” The other way?

“The other way?” It tumbled from her mouth before she could stop it.

He shook his head, “Nevermind,” He looked around, “I’ll help you unpack.” What?

“Unpack?” She felt like a goddamn parrot at this point.

“Well, yeah,” He said it as if it were obvious, “Can’t start over if you’re halfway across the world.”

He was being purposely obtuse, right? This was a joke?

She laughed, but his face remained neutral. She cleared her throat, Professional. Be Professional. “While I appreciate the humour, there are people who need my help in Am–”

“You know, The Hero Commission are fucking terrified of me,” he said, eyes hardening, as if gathering resolve. Where was this going?

“Should’ve realized sooner,” His eyes were cutting into hers, “They’d do just about anything to keep up their image.” He stepped forward again.

“Do anything to keep from another incident,” Her back hit the wall. This was wrong. Everything was wrong.

“You said it yourself, I’m not a villain,” Something shifted, and she saw a glimpse of the kind man she’d come to know these past months. He was gone the next second, “I’d really hate it if you made me a villain.”

“Listen, I’m not sure what–”

“Let’s make a deal,” He smirked, “You use your quirk on me, and to make it fair, I use mine on you. That way we’re both equally culpable.”

“I don’t want to–”

“You don’t want to use your quirk on me, and I don’t want to use my quirk on you–this way, we both have to do something we don’t want.”

He was using her own goddamn words against her.

“You go first,” He brought his face to her level, hand pressed to the wall above her, “C’mon, fire away, doc.” She whimpered, She tried to rationalize the situation in her mind. She knew this man. Didn’t she? 

Stall, and you’ll figure a way out. Maybe she could find something useful in his mind.

She nodded, swallowing. She shook her nerves, feeling drowned by the lilac eyes in front of her. It wasn’t like the last time she’d been inside. Everything he’d been keeping under the surface bubbled up, overwhelming all her senses. It was suffocating. It was fucking terrifying.

She didn’t like this. She didn’t understand this. What the fuck was she seeing?

“Hey,” His other hand took her jaw between his fingers, eyes inside his mind, but ears open, “How does it feel, huh?” His lips were brushing hers.

“How does it feel to be able to see every single thing I’m gonna do to you, and not be able to do a damn thing about it?”

[thetreefairy]

Platonic Aizawa and Present mic where reader was doing a patrol with a few friends of class 1A and Hitoshi and something happens and reader gets trapped with this hero that panicked saving their self and left reader for dead.

Did I make this while in a depressive episode yes, so if its more like comedy then angst hehe-

Kofi

Warnings: implied murder, class 1-a tells erasermic what happened much to the heroes dismay, Reader wakes up kidnapped, class 1-a is also a yandere.

It was Reader’s first mission together with Hitoshi and Uraraka. They were incredibly excited, especially since they were with their favorite hero: NYX. “We will be doing a rescue mission, if you sense any danger get out of there.” Nyx told them. “Take care of each other. [Hero name], you are with me.”

“Understood!” Reader agreed happily. “Stay safe.” Hitoshi whispered in his sibling’s ear as they separated. “I will.”

Well, Reader tried. During the rescue mission they were caught by villains, and NYX left Reader and the victim as the main villain made the building collapse. Reader used their body to protect the victim causing Reader to pass out.

“[Hero name]? "Please be okay!” the victim shouted. The victim kept shouting for help and help.

“Where is Reader?” Hitoshi asked NYX when he saw them come out alone. “They were supposed to be behind me.” NYX lied, turning around in fake concern. “Where are they?” Uraraka asked, feeling nervous.

“Uraraka, call Eraserhead. I will deal with NYX.”

When Erasermic had arrived at the scene, multiple heroes were trying to get into the building and get Reader. Uraraka made the ruins float and when Tokoyami arrived together with Hawks he used Dark Shadow to lift up wrecks. “Bird!” The victim shouted. “[Hero Name] is injured! Please help! Please!”

“Go to Reader, Hitoshi. We will take care of NYX.” Present mic told his adoptive son. “Fuck them up.” Hitoshi told his dads. Eraserhead just nodded and pushed them away.

“We are going to talk.” Eraserhead told NYX and Present mic started to drag them towards an alleyway.

“Fucking hell.” Hitoshi gasped out when he saw his siblings' injuries. “I am so sorry.” The victim apologized. “You have nothing to say sorry for.” Hitoshi promised her. “Hitoshi, go with Reader into ambulance. We will give Eraserhead and Present Mic the location.”

Hitoshi nodded at Uraraka.

When Reader woke up they were in a  hospital-like room. But when they looked out of the window they saw that they weren’t. It looked like Aizawa’s home scenery.

“Shouldn’t I be in the dorms?” Reader mumbled out loud. “Reader!” Hizashi shouted happily and hugged them. “You woke up.”

Hizashi started crying as Aizawa, Hitoshi and Uraraka rushed in. Luckily there was a lot of room. “What the fuck is going on?” Reader mumbled out. “Papa, why am I here instead of a hospital? Is Miss Butterfly okay?”

“Miss butterfly is okay.” Hitoshi told Reader. Class 1-a nodded and Uraraka said: “She is alright, she gave me this letter to give to you.”

Uraraka showed Reader the letter and then put it down on the desk. “she was really sad when we told her you wouldn’t become a hero.” Hitoshi chuckled as Aizawa petted your hair. “Wait, why wouldn’t I become a hero?”

“Don’t worry Reader! Class 1-a will visit a lot!” Uraraka said in a comforting tone. “Now hold on, who said I won’t be a hero?”

“We did.” Aizawa said. Reader looked at Hizashi. “Mainly me actually.” Hizashi casually said. “Shota thought you would still be able to be a support hero, but you are way too precious for that!”

“What the fuck.”

[thecuriousquest]

Mind Jack’s Late Night Catch

Yandere Hitoshi Shinso x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, kidnapping, Hitoshi is an incel, sexism, violence, blood/bleeding, chains (not sexual)

Prompt Request: G1 of any character of my choice “Here kitty, kitty”

@weowmeow I hope you enjoy!

Master List

Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

I haven’t written for Hitoshi in a while. Thought this would be a good one to do for him!

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You race down the dark alleyway, bolting in different directions as your life depends on it. Of course it was him who had to find you! Fucking Mind Jack of all pros!

You wipe the sweat from your brow, jumping on a dumpster to reach an apartment’s fire escape. You hear him below you, the rustling of garbage beneath heavy boots.

“Here kitty, kitty. Why are you running from me?”

You can hear the smile in his voice. It’s unnerving, the potential holding deadly threats.

You clasp the bars of the fire escape and hoist yourself up. You hear his monotone voice trailing right behind you.

Running up the narrow stairs, having to turn in different directions, you move your body numbly, speeding towards the roof. You pull yourself forward with as much momentum as you can, but you feel something wrap around your ankle, yanking you down.

You smack your forehead and nose on the iron step. “Fuck!” you scream, blood spilling from your nostrils, the beginnings of a bump forming just between your brows. You look down at your ankle and see his scarf slowly unraveling as he makes his way towards you at an unhurried pace.

It’s as if he believes you won’t get away from him.

You stand, naucious from the violent fall. Still, you press onwards, not stopping. You know that once you get up to the roof, you’ll be able to unsheathe your wings and fly away. They’re too big and broad to let out of your back on the streets, and they’ll only weigh you down if you try to run with them out.

Damn oversized wings weighted down with what feels like swords instead of feathers.

Once on the roof, you focus on expanding your wings from your back. You feel your skin open up as the feathers begin to protrude, unfolding themselves bit by bit as they were stored up. You grunt, suppressing a cry at their release as you feel the blood spilling down your spine, gathering up in the back of your shirt.

It hurts. God, it fucking hurts. The pain making it feel like knives are dragging along your flesh. You feel like you weren’t made for this quirk. Yes, you love flying, but you fucking hate the process of letting your wings out to flap around.

Just then, as you’re only a third of the way through the process of your wings showing themselves, you feel that damn scarf wrap you up from ankle to shoulder. With one quick tug, you fall over, and your wings start to shove themselves back inside due to loss of concentration.

“No…no!” You look all around for an out. Your eyes scatter the vast roof, needing to find a way to get far from Mind Jack.

He squats down in front of you, taking your chin in between his hands. You don’t look at him. Your eyes still trying to find an exit.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance and shakes your jaw. Your orbs finally land on his violet eyes.

“There we go. Why don’t you just keep looking at me while I explain what’s gonna happen, cute face.”

Instead of seeing his dark grin under his mask, you can hear it in his tone.

You glare at him, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“You, my little criminal, are coming home with me so I can…teach you some manners. Yeah, a woman like you thinking she can get away with whatever the hell she wants? That’s the problem with you females these days. No regard for male authority.”

He lets go of your face to grab you by the hair.

“What kind of bullshit are you spewing?” You sneer at him.

It only causes him to pull you up by your H/C locks and into his chest.

“And that filthy mouth. I’m gonna have to do something about that too. It’s only fair, you know? I’m a hero after all. Heroes are supposed to help. I’ll help turn you into a proper young lady.”

The feminist in you straightens her back and bares her sharp teeth at him.

“You…you fucking pig. Incels like you need to die off. You should’ve been dry come on your mom’s tits.”

Mind Jack slams your face into the concrete below, right next to his boot. You reel with nausea for a second time, grogginess overloading your body. You can now taste metallic in your mouth, slippery and building up until it spills over the corner of your lips.

“You fucking asshole,” you gurgle around a mouthful of blood.

“For now, why don’t you tell me your name?”

“Go to-“ but your sentence dies off in that instant as your mind goes blank, and you don’t even realize how he is releasing you from his scarf and hoisting you over his shoulder with ease.

You’re completely unaware of the journey home as he uses his capture weapon to get there. Tucking you into his bed, shackling your ankle to the footboard, he looks down at you as he removes his mask.

“Go to sleep now.”

And you have no choice but to obey. Unconscious under the covers, you don’t even notice him pressing a kiss against your forehead before he crawls into bed next to you, holding your warm body close to his muscular build.

Tomorrow will be a new beginning for you, and he will turn you into a proper young lady.

[sweet-honey-tears]

Advertising Hero Makeup

Hero makeup brand- what the advertisements look like.

Characters: Bakugou,kirishima, Shoto,Denki, Shinso x GN!Reader

I’m back! Hope y’all enjoy this! There maybe another one of these- idk I really liked doing this and I liked the concept.- if you have any other makeup ideas or characters, feel free to list.

Warning:Suggestive themes for some. Reader is wearing makeup.

“New Pro Hero makeup brands have been released to the public as of yesterday. And all I can say is it is no bullcrap branding. There seems to actually have been a lot of thought out into these product- cruelty free and safe. There even seems to be ointments in the makeup to help with skin… actual care was put into these products.”

- Vlogger

Bakugou

Bakugou: Eye shadow palette. Very pigmented. Holds the colors of his hero uniform.

Advertisement: The background is completely white. Bakugou is in his uniform (minus gantlet) and leaning down towards you, a heavy hand resting on your upper face as he kisses you. The other wrapped around your waist to pull you towards him. The top part of your face is covered in bright eye shadow. The colors form a copy of his mark over your skin.

Kirishima

Kirishimas: Lipstick-Fire Red.

Advertisement: Kirishima in a suit. The tie was loose around his neck and one of his large arms on the armrest and the other around you. You are on your lap, dressed in your own- somewhat tight- business attire. Your face shifted towards camera, with the powerful red lipstick on. You have this look, the best way it can be described as ‘fuck around and find out’. And your hair- thanks to the stylist, gives the same attitude. Kirishima- to his trouble- has a smug and self-satisfied look.

Todoroki

Todoroki- Concealer and foundation line(hear me out!)

Advertisement: It’s you and Todorki, both smiling brightly at the camera. His arms are wrapped around you as you stand in front of him. His hair is brushed out of his face and yours is too. Both of you are wearing concealer and foundation on certain sections of your face. It’s smooth, having no light bounce off of it while evening out your facial tones. The concealer and the foundation are specifically meant for people with sensitive skin- caused by burns, cuts, or any outcome due to their quirk. It comes in both light and heavy coverage. One of the other more popular advertisements is an image of Shoto holding a Sharpie, a small smile on his face as looks at you. There a heart drawn on your cheek- but half of it is covered. Completely- nothing can be seen.

Denki

Denki- Highlighter

Advertisement:It's a side view of you and Denki standing face to face. One of Denki’s hands, the one not facing the camera, is on your cheek, lightly rubbing it. This advertisement- with its flashing lights- is startling to say the least. Denki’s other hand, the one facing the camera, rests on your jawline, his thumb on your lower lip. The whole room is dark, minus a yellow flash- fake lighting- illuminating the two of you. It would come on at random- bright and shocking. The camera catches your silhouettes and sections of your and Denki’s face. It catches the highlight, causing your cheekbones and even the tip of your nose to shine a bit. It catches the thumb on your lip, and Denki smirks as though he was about to lean in.

Shinso

Shinso: Black lip gloss

Advertisement: (Background in the photo is black.) It’s of Shinso, his voice changer hanging on his neck. His purple hair is slightly wild as if just coming off patrol. He’s smirking at the camera, his eyes slightly lidded (fuck me eyes). Around his face are slight dark kisses. The shine from the gloss catches the light and causes them to shimmer. His own light pink lips shimmer, a slanted kiss having been pressed there by you. His tongue is peeking out, licking some of the black shine that lays there.

[springsmile]

over my shoulder

yan. shinso x reader | series masterlist | 18+

descr: with extreme and debilitating anxiety that has led to your desensitization, you think you're privy to feeling out danger before it strikes you. you're wrong.

<alt text: ( stalker!shinso )>

warnings: non-con, smut, pre-established trauma (r*pe), extreme anxiety/paranoia, victim blaming/shaming, abuse of prescriptions, self harm, suicidal ideation, disassociation, negativity around hospitalization, violent intrusive thoughts, kidnapping, murder, specific reader characterizations, manipulation, anorexia/bulimia allusions

note 01: sooo this is largely based upon my own trauma and mental framework. it's a really really dark depiction. it might dampen your mood, but i promise it's a good read :) ! please make sure to examine the warning tags closely.

02**: reader's quirk is enhanced senses. upon activation, emotions and sensations are pretty much exacerbated. reader never learns how to channel or control it to its full potential, only to turn it on and off.

˗ˋˏ CHAPTER LIST ˎˊ˗

01. VICTIMHOOD

02. HABITUAL

[stellar-constellations]

Bound Together: Chapter 3 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; mild gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), Non-Con (perhaps Dead Dove since it could be disturbing to some), violence, bullying, sexual harassment and possibly more.

Reader has a huge fear of adult men/rape. Reader is EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE. Reader is a foreigner (American, to be specific). Reader has their own backstory.

I've genuinely never got into BNHA, so the timeline and such is most likely inaccurate, but Hitoshi managed to steal my heart so here we are.

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader:

Wordcount: 14,000+ words

Series chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Current, ongoing.

        Weeks passed since that day at the festival. It became more of a norm for (Y/N) and Hitoshi to sneak into each other’s apartments and sleep together. After the first night, they both realized how easy it was sleeping with one another. (Y/N) just further explained convinced how they should sleep together more by giving him a list of facts of why it’s healthy and how it improves sleep. 

        It was (Y/N)'s turn to sleep at Hitoshi’s place. They usually slept there more as his parents didn’t quite care what Hitoshi did with his life after finding out about his quirk. (Y/N) at first despised their negligence, knowing how bad it was for Hitoshi’s health after first-hand experience with it, but now she’s thankful for it as it not only allows her to sleep in Hitoshi’s room with little consequence, but it also made it so he sought out her comfort and affection once he realized just how nice it was to be held after having that need neglected for so long.

        Hitoshi’s tried numerous times to convince himself that their relationship was normal. He’s seen girls with their best friends hold hands together down the street, even kiss! (Y/N) and Hitoshi hold hands often now, and they’ve only accidentally kissed once, so their relationship is pretty normal, right? Sure, they sleep together every night in the same bed, cuddling each other and refusing to let go of one another, but he bets other friends do that same thing too! Even if they don’t, this must just mean that their relationship is extremely special and beats all other relationships, right?

        He’s really really tried to convince himself on that, but he doubts best friends usually have your heart pounding while doing those things. He doubts that your best friend’s smile knocks the air out of your lungs and makes you want to crack a stupid joke to keep said smile on their face. He doubts holding your best friend’s hand makes you want to cherish the warmth and hold on tighter. He doubts wiping your best friend’s hair out of their eyes is supposed to create an electric shock in your heart or fingers when they make eye contact with you. He doubts that looking at your best friend unconsciously lick their lips when they’re concentrating on something makes you want to kiss their lips instead.

        Yeah, all just friendly things in a friendship between two really good friends. 

        Hitoshi was coughing in his sleep and his body felt hotter than usual. His body temperature was too hot that (Y/N) woke up early, hating how hot it was. She placed her palm on his forehead and woke him up.

        “How is your throat?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “My throat?” he questioned right back, before realizing what she meant with how croaky it sounded.

        “You’re sick, Toshi. You need to stay home and rest.” (Y/N) spoke, getting up from his bed.

        She grabbed her school uniform and walked out of his room, getting dressed in his bathroom and fixing herself up for school. She grabbed a bowl of warm water and wetted a towel, along with grabbing some morning medicine from his medicine cabinet. She walked back into his room, setting towel on his forehead and giving him a cup of medicine so he could drink it.

        “I’ll be back after school to check up on you. You go back to sleep now, okay?” she spoke.

        Hitoshi nodded, not having much fight in him as he closed his eyes. (Y/N) grabbed her backpack and walked out of the front door, heading to school alone. 

        He has a weak immune system. Karma spoke.

        You can’t talk, you don’t have an immune system. (Y/N) retorted.

        Exactly. Mine isn’t weak because it doesn’t exist. Karma explained.

        (Y/N) walked to school and changed her shoes at her locker. She walked to class, finding there was still free time before class started. She opted to putting her head down and resting, passing the time for until class starts. 

        She woke up when the bell rang, keeping her head down to listen to the teacher’s lecture. The beginning of class was just a study period, she’ll go back to sleep until their science lesson begins. She laid back down until the next bell rang for science.

        School is boring without Hitoshi. (Y/N) thought to herself.

        Let’s skip. Karma spoke.

        (Y/N) thought about the idea, not seeing too much trouble in it. The least the school will do is lecture her, the only reason she really got into the school was so the school could be credited a “we accept all diversities."

        Sure. (Y/N) spoke. How are we getting out? She questioned, looking around, then to the agenda board.

        Science has a lab today, she’d be placed in group work. She waited for the teacher to place her in her group, a group of all girls (usually, if Hitoshi was here, the teacher would place the two together in a group since they worked well together). She pretended to check her phone for a minute, then frowned.

        “I’m really sorry, but I have to leave class right now. My friend is going through a really tough time at the moment and right now she’s sobbing her eyes out. I hope you understand.” She spoke to her lab partners, grabbing her backpack and running out of the room when the teacher turned her back.

        If the teacher noticed she was gone, her table mates would at least have that excuse to give the teacher. If she wasn’t noticed missing, that would also work in her favor. 

        Where are we skipping? Karma questioned.

        We have to wait out until lunch, that’s when students can leave campus. (Y/N) explained.

        For student council only. They’ll check our ID’s. Karma explained.

        You can help with that, can’t you? (Y/N) smirked. Just find a third-year that looks similar to me, look for the gold sticker, then steal their ID.

        Karma didn’t have any objection to that, she can skip boring studies and get to run around. She considers that a major win. (Y/N) took off her backpack and let Karma crawl out.

        Third story have all the upperclassmen classes, be careful of the hall monitors though. They’re strict with making sure the seniors don’t try to skip their classes. (Y/N) explained. I’ll be in the library “studying”. Find me when you’re done.

        Karma ran off to the stairwell, a skip in her step to show her enjoyment of skipping school.

        I should go to Hitoshi after getting out of here. (Y/N) thought, walking down the hallway. 

        The school was big so she had to navigate her way through security and student council’s jobs. It took a lot of work and patience having to wait out the stationed security—she even had to hide in an open locker. Thank God she didn’t close it all the way, she didn’t want to ask Karma for help opening the locker since Karma would never let her live it down. 

        She almost made it out of the hallway until she had to make a quick duck in a classroom because of a quick turn a security officer made down the stairwell. 

        (Y/N) whipped into the nearest classroom, almost slamming the door (she made sure she shut it gently, she didn’t want all her hard-work wasted). 

        “What are you do—“

        (Y/N) turned around quickly, placing a finger to her lip.

        Great, just my luck. She thought, seeing Hiro and his gang.

        She ducked down, signaling all of them to get down too. They looked at her funny before hearing footsteps in the hallway, then they decided to listen. The group of boys and her glared at each other in silence until they no longer heard footsteps, waiting a minute just to be sure they were gone. Gen stood up first, being the first one out of all of them to break the silence.

        “What are you doing out of class?” he questioned.

        “Going to the library.” (Y/N) spoke.

        “And you’re ditching the security?” Kishō questioned as all the boys stood up from their spots.

        “I forgot to bring a pass.” (Y/N) lied, getting up off the ground.

        “Never thought I’d see the day you’d be skipping.” Hiro smiled, walking towards her. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. First you get into fights, then you sleep in class, now you’re skipping class?” Hiro clicked his tongue. “I thought you were better than this.” 

        “Uh, yeah.” (Y/N) brushed him off carelessly, turning around and grabbing the door to slide it open.

        Someone grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from the door. They turned her around, meeting face to face with Hiro as he dragged her to a counter. Yamada grabbed her backpack off her shoulders and threw it to the ground while Hiro pushed her back against the counter as all the guys circled her.

        “Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” Jāo smirked.

        Karma, I need your help with Hiro and his gang. I’m near the third-year classrooms by the last stairway to the commons. (Y/N) informed.

        “You’re certainly forgetting personal space.” (Y/N) huffed, pushing Hiro away and elbowing Kishō as she moved away.

        Gen grabbed her hand and pulled her over, pushing her into the nearby counter, caging her against the counter with his arms.

        “We need a little something to keep quiet about this.” Gen nudged.

        “I don’t follow.” (Y/N) hissed, using her arms to push against his shoulders and create space.

        “Just put on a show for us. Just for a few minutes, yeah?” Gen spoke, his hand gliding up her skirt.

        (Y/N) quickly kneed his crotch, causing him to hunch over and give her the perfect opportunity to punch him, knocking Gen out. He fell on the ground just as Jāo grabbed her arms to hold her still. (Y/N) leaned her arm back to the counter and grabbed the first thing she felt in her hands, grabbing a pencil and stabbing Jāo’s shoulder. Jāo backed out of the fight to tend to that, unsure of whether to rip the pencil out or keep it in as his hands shook indecisively.

        Hiro and Yamada stepped in quickly. Hiro dodged one of (Y/N)'s fists and got behind her, grabbing her arms since she seemed to enjoy fighting with those the most. Hiro forced his legs in between hers, locking them in his so she didn't try and kick any of them like she had to Gen. Yamada grabbed a pocket knife out of his pockets and held it up to her throat, forcing her to quit squirming so she didn't get hurt.

        Wow, okay. Didn't know Yamada would have the biggest balls of the group. (Y/N) thought to herself, taking a deep breath in to calm her nerves and think of her next move. 

        It's hard to think when you're sandwiched between two guys, both your arms and legs being restrained while someone else had a pocket knife to your throat. Yamada's knife trailed down to her unbuttoned uniform, slashing a rip from the top of her collar to the end of her shirt. Alarms went off in her head as she dealt with the attack, before noticing the shadow figure coming up behind Yamada. Karma had quickly knocked Kishō out with a swift karate chop to the neck, but she wanted to be quick so she could get to Yamada.

        (Y/N) planted her feet down firmly, using force to push her weight into Hiro, knocking them both back a bit to where Yamada's knife was no longer near her. Karma grabbed Yamada's knife out of his hands, using her other arm to grab his head and slam it down into the nearest desk, not stopping until his body fell limp. (Y/N) turned around and fought Hiro's hands at they both tried to gain control of each other. (Y/N) knew she'd be overpowered almost easily, she planted her legs down and squatted, grabbing his arm and using her legs as leverage to throw him over her shoulder. Hiro fell onto a desk, momentarily stunned as the air from his lungs was stolen. Karma decided to take over, grabbing Hiro's head and hitting it against the desk until he went limp too.

        They both turned their heads to Jāo, the only conscious one out of the bullies. He put his hands up real quick to surrender, flinching at the movement due to the pencil stuck in his shoulder. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, walking up to Jāo.

        Get Yamada's pocket knife and put it in my backpack. (Y/N) ordered to Karma.

        "Do you have hand sanitizer?" (Y/N) questioned to Jāo.

        He nodded hesitantly, "In my pocket." 

        (Y/N) felt his front pockets before finding it, taking it out of his pockets. Luckily, it was pure alcohol sanitizer, no added aromas or troublesome chemicals. 

        Grab paper towels from the wall. (Y/N) told Karma.

        "This is gonna hurt." (Y/N) spoke. 

        (Y/N) grabbed the pencil from Jāo's shoulder and ripped it out quickly as he let out a yelp. (Y/N) grabbed the paper towels Karma handed her and padded the pouring blood away, then lathered the wound with hand sanitizer (getting another yelp out of Jāo). She wiped away the excess blood and told him to hold the paper towel there, fishing around in her skirt pocket before finding a little container with bandages.

        "You just carry those around? That's dumb." Jāo spoke, stifling a soft laugh.

        Kinda cute too... Jāo thought.

        "It's coming in handy, is it not?" (Y/N) spoke, allowing a small smile to appear on her lips.

        She opened the container and grabbed a bandage, peeling off the wrapping. She moved Jāo's hand (ignoring the way his face heated up slightly) and applied the band-aid on his wound. 

        She could care less how deep the hole was or anything, it was his fault to begin with. If he wanted to go to the ER and get it checked out, he can do it without her.

        "There. All better. And don't worry, you won't get lead poisoning." (Y/N) explained. "Your friends are gonna wake up in at least ten or thirty minutes." (Y/N) spoke as Karma touched her back, returning inside of her.

        (Y/N) picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She pushed her hand against the classroom door but stopped when she heard Jāo speak up.

        "I'm sorry..." he mumbled, gaining her attention as she turned around to look at him. "It wasn't cool for us to corner you and threaten you... like that." He huffed. "Wasn't cool all the other times we hurt or picked on you either."

        He says this, but he won't make it an effort to change. Karma huffed. Tomorrow he'll go back to being a pain in our ass! 

        "You say this, but I don't believe you're actually sorry." (Y/N) admitted, speaking out both her and Karma's thoughts. 

        "That's understandable." Jāo nodded. "I can prove it." 

        (Y/N) hummed, thinking about it. Well, it'd certainly be nice to get some blackmail on them.

        "Jāo." (Y/N) spoke, gaining his attention.

        She paid attention to the blush on his face and mentally smirked.        

        He likes the caring type? Huh? I can play that. (Y/N) thought, nearing him.

        "What information can you give me on all the boys here, huh?" she questioned, getting up close to his face. 

        "I-I can't really—" (Y/N) placed her hands on Jāo's cheeks, leaning her face closer to his.

        "C'mon, Jāo. If you tell me, I might give you a little reward." (Y/N) pushed, licking her lips to make him pay attention to how close they were to his.

        "Um... Kishō has daddy issues." Jāo spoke, immediately throwing his bud under the bus. "Yamada stole that pocket knife from his older brother, who would genuinely kill him if he found out..."

        "Any more, hon?" (Y/N) questioned, wiping her thumb gently on his face to lead him further into her trap. "Just some more details. I'll make it your worthwhile." 

        "S-sheesh. Um... Gen has a crush on his cousin from his mother's side, Aunt Debra, her eldest daughter Josie." Jāo explained. "Hiro... has a crush on you and likes picking on you because you'd notice him that way."

        Woah, wasn't expecting that. Karma admitted, as (Y/N) blinked, almost slipping up her act.

        "What about you, cutie? Surely there's a little something you might tell me about yourself?" (Y/N) smiled.

        "I-I might have a crush on you too now!" he blurted out, his face beet red as he got embarrassed.

        (Y/N) giggled, letting go of his face and backing up as he covered his face with his arms, ashamed of easily being swayed with just a few words. 

        "Are you ready for your reward?" (Y/N) questioned. "Close your eyes."

        Jāo removed his hands from his face rather quickly, his face still red but a determined smirk on his face, closing his eyes real tightly. (Y/N) wound up her fist and punched him in the face, a crack being heard as his nose gushed blood. 

        "W-what the hell?" Jāo spoke, holding his nose with his hands.

        (Y/N) took a step closer, bending down so Jāo could get an eyeful of her chest through her destroyed shirt as an apology. She removed his hands and swiped under his nose with her thumb, applying the crimson shade on her bottom lip, closing her mouth and smearing the blood on her upper lip. She placed her hands on Jāo's jaw and kissed his cheek just under his right eye.

        "Mwah!" she kissed audibly so he could hear, moving away to admire the kiss she left on his cheek. "Do me a favor and keep this whole incident and all between us. You can do that, right?"

        Jāo nodded as (Y/N) took a few steps backwards, then pulled out her phone from her backpack. She pulled the camera out and took a picture of Jāo's vulnerable, pathetic, bloodied (and slightly aroused) state. She shoved the phone back in her backpack and walked out of the class, licking her lips to rid herself of all the blood as she made her way out to the gardens.

        What are you doing? I thought we're going to the library? Karma questioned.

        We can't wait until lunch, Hiro and the others will be conscious then. They'll be furious at us, and I already told them we'd be there. Going to the library is a death wish, we're going past through the back gates. (Y/N) explained.

        She ran to the back where the security was, having Karma get out of her back and take shape of a random student. Karma ran past the security quickly, causing the security to chase after her. (Y/N) ran to the gate and climbed it, jumping over and landing on her feet.

        I got out. Let's go. (Y/N) spoke, running away from the school and to Hitoshi's apartment. 

        (Y/N) waited at a stop sign for Karma, catching her breath. Karma caught up and touched (Y/N), going back into her body. (Y/N) made it to Hitoshi's apartment and climbed through his bedroom window. Hitoshi jolted awake at the noise, seeing (Y/N) on the ground with a torn-up uniform and messy hair.

        "Hi, Toshi." She smiled, standing up from the ground and throwing her backpack on the ground.

        "What happened to you?" Hitoshi questioned, alarmed as he sat up from his bed.

        "The usual. Hiro and his gang." (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders. 

        A scowl formed on Hitoshi's face as he was about to stand up, only for (Y/N) to push him down on his bed. 

        “What do you think you’re doing, mister?” (Y/N) lectured, placing her hands on her hips. “You gotta be in bed sleeping off this sickness!”

        “How can I sleep when your whole shirt is basically ripped and your chest is hanging out?” Hitoshi grumbled. “What all did they do to you?”

        (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. 

        Does he not like my chest? She thought, a tinge of insecurity crawling into her mind. 

        Would another girl with a bigger bust satisfy him? 

        Focus. Karma huffed.

        (Y/N) adverted her eyes for a second, her silence only concerning Hitoshi more, before looking back at him.

        “Just some light touching, but I’m fine now. I had Karma help me escape.” (Y/N) spoke, crossing her arms to make herself seem a little tougher, but in actuality it just gave away that she was feeling small and weak at the moment.

        “Come here.” Hitoshi sighed, the scowl still present on his face but he at least tried to make it look softer so that he wouldn't accidental scare her.

        She had no objections coming near him (Hitoshi was thankful she still trusted him and his touch). She climbed into his lap without needing to be told, wrapping her arms around him and placing her head on her shoulder.

        Hitoshi used one of his hands to rub circles on the exposed skin of her back where her uniform’s hole was, petting her messy hair with his other hand.

        “Are you okay?” Hitoshi questioned, his voice soft.

        (Y/N) took a moment, deciding whether or not she really wanted to answer that.

        “No…” she mumbled. “I-I was really scared that-that they’d do more than just touching.” She admitted, tears forming in her eyes. “If Karma didn’t come save me, or if she wasn’t out which would’ve made Hiro’s quirk take effect, they could’ve really done more. They had a knife and threatened me, ripped off my shirt and tried going up my skirt.” She cried, shoving her face in his neck.

        Hitoshi listened to her, using all of his will power to not stand up and find the group. 

        “I didn’t like their touches. I hated it. I like your touch better. Your touch makes me feel safe, it makes me feel happy. I like being able to touch you like this, not with anyone else but us.” She confessed, sniffling. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go on a rant.” She muttered.

        “No, no. It’s fine. I’m glad you can talk to me about this. It won’t ever happen again. They’ll leave you alone, I promise.” Hitoshi spoke, the promise coming out of his tongue without even processing the words himself. “You should be allowed to talk about your feelings with me.”

        “I’m sorry for bothering you. You’re sick and tired and you need rest.” (Y/N) spoke.

        “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I want to you go to me when you’re upset or in trouble. You’re not a bother.” He admitted.

        She nodded, more tears escaping her eyes as she sobbed more at his words. She hid her face in his neck, not caring how sweaty he was from his fever or how hot he felt to the touch. 

        “Thank you.” She cried. “Thank you so much, Hitoshi.” 

        “Here, you go shower and you can spend the night. Okay?” Hitoshi spoke.

        (Y/N) nodded, hesitating to stand up from his lap and escape his arms. She ended up getting up reluctantly, unwrapping her arms from his head. She rummaged through his closet for a big long-sleeved shirt before finding a black one she liked. She walked out of his room and to the shower, undressing.

        Hitoshi bought bath products for (Y/N) when she started to stay the nights more often ([Y/N] bought some for him too at her house, though it’s hidden in her room to hide from her family). It brought her joy to know he bought products for her and just her. It made her happy knowing she was the only girl staying at his house, sleeping in his bed cuddling him at night. 

        Karma suddenly forced her way out of (Y/N)'s body, shocking her as she jumped.

        “Karma, what the hell are you doing?” (Y/N) questioned, instinctively covering herself up with a towel.

        “I need to run. I have too much adrenaline still. I’m going to go crazy cooped up in your body.” Karma groaned.

        (Y/N) huffed, rolling her eyes, “Fine, fine. Go. Just be quick.” 

        Karma walked through the door and to Hitoshi’s room. Karma walked through Hitoshi’s door, alerting him.

        “Hey, lover boy.” She spoke. “I have a little proposition for you.”

        Hitoshi looked at her suspiciously. He knew that if she was out, there usually was trouble to follow with her.

        “What is it?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “Me and you both know those bullies aren’t going to stop leaving her alone. We have to do something about it.” Karma spoke.

        “… Like what?” he asked.

        Good, he’s actually entertaining the idea. Karma thought.

        “We could kill them, make them transfer schools, something like that.” She suggested. “I promise I won’t tell a soul.” 

        “What? We can’t do that. I want to become a hero and so don’t you?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “Sometimes… heroes have to make sacrifices. Your good deeds will outweigh your bad ones. Besides, no one is going to find out. I won’t even tell (Y/N).” Karma egged on. “Cross my heart.”

        Hitoshi paused, thinking.

        “You… wouldn’t happen to know where they all live… would you?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “I’ve done my own spying while she’s been asleep. I can write down the addresses.” Karma spoke, an invisible smile on her face.

        Hitoshi ignore the slight fear that bubbled in his chest at Karma’s words. He gave her a paper and pen as she started writing the names and addresses.

        “You’re going to make sure she stays asleep tonight while I take care of them. Okay?” Hitoshi ordered.

        “I can do that.” Karma agreed. “I’ll even do you a favor and unlock all their windows so you can go in.”

        Karma walked outside of the house, going to fulfill the promise she gave Hitoshi. Hitoshi looked at the list Karma gave him, going on his phone and opening tabs for all of the locations as he sat down on his bed. He decided on the shortest route to get all of them in one night, putting his phone in his pocket just as (Y/N) knocked on the door, entering his room. 

        Hitoshi opened the covers for (Y/N) to climb into, noticing how she had no problem getting in the bed. He noticed her dull eyes glance at the paper on his desk. (Y/N) swore she recognized that handwriting.

        He ignored the paper and hoped she would too. She didn’t mention anything as she hooked her legs around him and rested her head on his chest. 

        “Are… you okay now? Do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight?” he questioned, not wanting her to be uncomfortable or scared. 

        “No!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sitting up rather quickly. “Don’t leave me, anything but that.” She spoke, her eyes starting to form tears in them.

        Right, Karma’s gone so (Y/N)'s emotions are unstable at the moment. Hitoshi thought.

        Karma is apart of (Y/N)'s body and mind in a sense, so she shares half of (Y/N)'s limbic system (the emotional part of the human brain), so when the two of them separate from each other, their emotions are unstable and their logic can be scattered. It's one of the annoying parts of their quirk, which can be troublesome quite troublesome to making the right calls in battle.  

        “No, no. I won’t. I just wanted to make sure you feel safe.” Hitoshi mumbled, his voice quiet to soothe her.

        “I feel safe with you.” (Y/N) spoke, not even taking a second to think about her answer as she stared at him with an unusual seriousness in her eyes. 

        Hitoshi smiled softly, gently guiding her head back down onto his chest. She didn’t hesitate laying back down, allowing Hitoshi to pet her wet hair with one of his hands, the other wrapped around her to keep her close.

        “You tired?” he questioned, keeping up with petting her head so she’d fall asleep quicker.

        “Yeah.” She admitted, her hands clutching onto his shirt to keep him close to her and to anchor herself. 

        Hitoshi took off her glasses and placed them on his nightstand, continuing to soothe her until he was certain she was fast asleep.

        Karma phased through the window, being careful not to knock anything down. She walked up to Hitoshi and (Y/N), standing over them. She opened the window gently, pulling through a long rope and black gloves.

        “They’re not home.” Karma spoke, leaning down and rummaging through (Y/N)'s backpack.

        “Where are they?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “The abandoned cabin near Lake Samui.” Karma informed, pulling out Yamada’s brother’s pocket knife and handing it to Hitoshi.

        “All together?” Hitoshi asked, receiving a silent nod from Karma. “What’s with all this?” he questioned, talking about the rope and gloves as Karma handed him the knife.

        “Just in case you gotta round them up like cattle. Keep your fingerprints off the knife and bodies too. You never know when you need a knife.” Karma smiled, indirectly screaming at Hitoshi to murder them. 

        Hitoshi sighed, “Okay, you make sure she stays asleep.” 

        Karma nodded, helping Hitoshi untangle himself from (Y/N)'s grip. Hitoshi managed to break free, taking a second to look back at the two.

        Should he really be trusting (Y/N) in her care? Sure, they’ve lived together for basically their entire lives, but still, Karma has a knack for creating chaos. And can he really ensure such an important secret to Karma?

        Karma waved her fingers teasingly, as if knowing his thoughts.

        “Don’t worry. Have fun~” Karma whispered, a childish glee in her voice.

        No. No, he won’t. But as long as he just gets the boys expelled or convince them to moving schools, then she wouldn’t have to endure such abuse when he’s not looking. He gathered the rope, gloves, and pocket knife Karma gifted him and climbed out of his window, landing on the ground. He pulled his phone out of his pockets, discarding the route originally made. He knew how to get to the lake, it’s best not to use a GPS, especially at this time to look up where the lake is. That’s be suspicious and a possible connection to him.

        How convenient of them all to be at the lake, did Karma do something? he thought, walking towards the lake.

        It was an hour walk on foot, giving Hitoshi all the time in the world to reconsider and turn back. He’d force them to switch schools, get a good few punches in to give them a taste of what will happen if they don’t comply. Hell, he can send Karma to go after them and she’ll do it just because she can get away with it. 

        The laugh of the group echoed throughout the lake’s thin woods, giving away their location as Hitoshi walked near. He needs to get rid of Hiro and his quirk; Hiro can disengage someone else’s quirk within ten feet of him, so if Hiro activities his quirk before Hitoshi can get him under his brainwash, it’d be a fight of 5 against 1 while he'd be temporarily quirkless—he doesn’t exactly like those odds.

        Hitoshi got close enough to see their silhouettes by a fire they made. He could make out their voices, their laughs and taunts, their grumbles and grips, talking about what they did to the junior high senior. 

        “Did you how her bottom lip trembled?” Yamada giggled.

        “I was kinda knocked out.” Gen huffed, annoyed. 

        “Two kicks was all it took for you to get knocked out? Let alone two kicks from a girl half the size as you.” Kishō giggled, messing with Gen.

        “Wish I would’ve saw. You should’ve took a picture, good material for later.” Hiro sighed.

        “Gross, man.” Kishō gagged. “I don’t need to know how often you wank it.” 

        “Shut up.” Hiro hissed, punching Kishō’s shoulder. “Can't blame me. She’s American. Exotic, they say. It’s not everyday you see what a naked American looks like face to face—they’re naturally more curvier than Japanese women, you know.”

        “Hiro’s got a thing for foreign women.” Gen teased. “Besides, you can’t talk, Kishō. Your dumbass got knocked out by the shadow. How the hell did you manage to not see that?”

        “Dumb luck! I had my guard because you and Yamada were taking care of things. I didn’t think she’d try anything with a knife against her throat.” Kishō sassed back.

        “Oh! That reminds me! She took my brother’s knife! He’s gonna kill me when he founds out it’s stolen, and he’ll probably drown me in my own blood once he figures I took it.” Yamada groaned.

        “We can just get it Monday. Shinso wasn’t there today, probably won’t be Monday. Even if he was, she won't be with him all the time.” Hiro shrugged his shoulders, before a smirk spread across his face. “Hey, maybe we can get her tomorrow. See the birthday suit?”

        “She was a piece of art at that festival. That image is still stuck on my mind man. Japanese kimonos look hot on foreigners.” Gen admitted, giving his own devilish grin.

        “Hey, guys. I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Jāo spoke up.

        “Finally fucking speaks.” Gen spoke, before realizing what Jāo said. “What do you mean? You didn’t have a problem with messing with her today.”

        “I didn’t know we were going to go that far.” Jāo admitted. “Don’t you think that’s kind of messed up? Trying to assault her like that?” 

        “What? You want her to yourself or something?” Hiro snarled. “You’re even lucky I’m willing to share.”

        “Bros before hoes.” Yamada hummed.

        “For God’s sake, you tried raping her! Don’t you see what the problem is? That’s way too far!” Jāo exclaimed.

        “What? You gonna tell or something? You realize you were there, you could’ve stopped that. You’re just as guilty as us. If we go down, you’re going with.” Hiro explained. “You won’t be a damn hero if you’re in prison.”

        “I don’t want to be a hero. I don’t want any of us to be heroes if we’re going to be crooked like that.” Jāo huffed.

        Kishō looked at the two friends argue before he whistled, a smile on his face as he hit his palm with his fist.

        “I get it, man! You like her!” Kishō laughed. “She stabbed you with a pencil, then bandaged ya up, then fucking punched ya and kissed your cheek! You like the crazies!” 

        Jāo opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He couldn’t defend himself, not with how red his face was. He could still feel the sting of her punch, but also the warmth of her kiss.

        A bubbling feeling started to form in Hitoshi’s stomach and chest. It was like anger, but different. He’s not sure what it is or how he’s describe it, but he knows he hates the feeling.

        “Sorry, Hiro called dibs.” Yamada spoke.

        “Bummer.” Gen spoke sarcastically, clicking his tongue.

        “Yeah. You can’t just steal her like that, I called dibs years ago, before you joined our group.” Hiro growled, standing up from his spot on the dirt.

        “She’d like me better than you anyways. At least I still have some morals, not to mention the kiss she gave me.” Jāo spoke seriously, standing up from the ground too so he could challenge Hiro.

        The bubbling feeling in his chest and stomach exploded. His hands shook and his body felt awfully hot for a winter night. He walked up to the group and looked at Hiro.

        “Hiro.” Hitoshi spoke.

        “How the hell did you find—“ Hiro’s eyes went blank, the string of words he was going to say now nonexistent on his tongue.

        “Gen.” Hitoshi called out as Gen neared him, a pissed off expression on his face.

        “I’m still mad abo—“ his eyes went white too, no longer vocal.

        “Kishō.” Hitoshi acknowledged.

        Kishō charged at him without a word, swinging his fist at him. Hitoshi dodged and grabbed his arm, slamming him down onto the ground.

        “You son of a—“ his fell under Hitoshi’s quirk.

        “Yamada.” Hitoshi spoke. 

        Yamada stayed where he was, unsure whether to run like a coward or fight and most likely lose. 

        “Speak. Or are you too scared of me?” Hitoshi questioned, hitting a nerve in Yamada.

        “I’m not sc—“ he fell too.

        A headache was forming for Hitoshi, his concentration close to breaking, but he had just one more person. Jāo stood there, not in fear, but in understanding. Like he knew this was their punishment.

        Hitoshi deemed he wasn’t a threat and quickly grabbed the pocket knife from his pocket, cutting the long rope into four sections. He tied nooses with the rope and he walked to the motionless men standing in front of him, placing the nooses on their necks before tightening them tightly. 

        Jāo now understood what Hitoshi was doing, but he was too afraid to try and stop him with force, so he used his words.

        “Wait, aren't you supposed to be a hero? You can’t do this.” Jāo spoke.

        His words almost snapped Hitoshi of his concentration, almost snapped the strings connected to the brains of the gang.

        “Justice is blind in the eyes of the law.” Hitoshi spoke. “Heroes have to make sacrifices.” He spoke, relaying the words Karma told him. 

        Hitoshi found a big rock to stand on as he lifted one of the bodies—Gen—by their rope, tying the ropes end on the tree. He broke Gen out of his concentration, moving the rock away so Gen couldn’t use it to stand on. Gen immediately snapped his hands to his neck, trying to undo the noose but it only made the rope worsen, tightening itself around his neck more.

        Hitoshi heard the footsteps behind him, Jāo’s scared but pissed off expression reaching his eyes as he turned around.

        “You can’t kill them. You can’t have all of them suffocate and die slowly like that.” Jāo explained, walking closer to him.

        “Did you guys stop when she said to?” Hitoshi questioned.

        She said it herself. If Karma wasn't there to save her, they wouldn't have stopped. Hitoshi thought. So why should I stop?

        Jāo’s eyes held uncertainty, and his mouth wasn’t quick enough to try and defend him.

        “W-well, no… but—“ and the last domino falls, completing the game as he too fell under Hitoshi's quirk. 

        Hiro, Jāo, Gen, Kishō, and Yamada are the losers of tonight’s game.

        Hitoshi handed the pocket knife into Jāo’s hands.

        “Jāo, cut your wrists.” He ordered.

        Jāo brought the blade to his wrists, and cut, over and over again, then moved on to the next one.

        “Sit down on the ground, lay on your back.” Hitoshi spoke, prepping him for his framed suicide.

        He left the knife in Jāo’s hands, turning around to see Gen take his last breath. He grabbed the rock and found another sturdy tree branch, repeating the process of hanging Kishō up, then breaking out of his concentration for him so Kishō could feel the air be taken from his lungs, before meeting with Death. He repeated the steps with the others bullies until there were no more.

        He grabbed all their phones from their pockets, using their thumbs from their dead bodies to unlock them, and texted to all of their parents a message.

        “I love you.”

        “I’m sorry.”

        “Don’t forget about me.”

        “Stay strong.”

        “I hope you understand.”

        He sent the texts at the same time, changing up each message so it didn’t sound exactly like one person typed it. He quickly left the crime scene, knowing it’d only be a matter of time before one of the parents read the text and call the police. Their phones would be tracked and authorities would get here in ten minutes or less. Hitoshi ran like hell, his thoughts foggy as he guided himself out of the woods.

        I’ve should’ve let them suffer longer, but that was the only way to make their deaths look at least semi-normal. He thought.

        He could be in bed right now, cuddling (Y/N) and getting an amazing night's sleep, but he’s here, running away after committing first-degree murder for her.

        The realization set in on what he’d done. There’s absolutely no way he can even try justifying the murders, not to the law at least. In his brain, he knows what he did is wrong, but his heart is saying that it wasn’t enough.           He’s a convicted felon now, a runaway. He hopes that the police have no traces of him, hd hopes he didn't overlook something and accidentally leave a trace of him there. He doesn’t feel sorry for what he did to them, only angry at the crime itself. How wrong can it be for him to kill bad guys? Sometimes prison cannot redeem a man of his wrongdoings, it just worsens the man. They seemed too far gone for help. 

        Seriously, talking about being a hero when hours ago you tried to assault a vulnerable woman? Not to mention all the times they’ve hurt her before that. Justice was served on a bronze platter, they should’ve have worse done to them. 

        Hitoshi wasn’t sure who he was more mad at, Jāo or Hiro. Hiro’s claim about owning her, calling dibs on her before all of them. Jāo’s right, like she’d pick him over Hitoshi. Hitoshi’s her friend, Hitoshi never treated her like how he treated her. Hitoshi gave her space and an ear, all Hiro’s given her is bruises and trauma. 

        And Jāo, the damn lucky bastard. How’d he get a kiss from her, willingly? Hitoshi doesn’t care that it was on the cheek or that she messed him up the most beforehand. He only cares that she gave him a kiss. 

        At least I was her first. Hitoshi thought.

        Those two boys combined could never be good enough for her. They didn’t understand her like he did. He knew her moods, her favorite foods, what to do when she cries, her past. He would be a much better fit for her, if she’d allow it. They’re such good friends that they’ve stayed up together, spent days playing video games together, slept together in the same bed, wore each other’s clothes, even kissed (though accidentally). Hitoshi’s the best person that could ever be a part of her life. She doesn’t hug them, she doesn’t whisper secrets to them, or make funny jokes or wear their clothes or sleep with them—if she did, he probably would’ve killed them sooner.

        He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of police sirens wailing down the road. He was at least five minutes away from the lake’s woods, so it’s be suspicious to see him nearby after they discover the dead bodies. He ducked to the playground nearby, hiding in the bathroom stalls there, waiting until there were no more sirens.

        He walked out of the bathroom and continued his way down the road, sticking closer to the shadows. 

        He shouldn’t have been thinking like that. That’s wrong. He killed five people. He didn’t really mean to go that far, only wanted to teach them a lesson. But they didn’t learn the first time he taught them, so he had to go to more drastic measures, right? 

        These thoughts aren’t normal. They aren’t healthy. What would (Y/N) think?

        (Y/N) this, (Y/N) that. He might be going insane. He blames it on his sickness, his fever. Maybe that’s why he’s so disillusioned at the moment! Maybe he’s just sleeping right now! This is all a dream and he didn’t commit the murders! 

        He finally made it to his house, crawling into the window quietly as Karma waited patiently.

        “What happened?” she questioned, her curiosity comparable to a morbid child’s.

        “They’re all dead. I killed them.” He spoke blandly, grabbing a pair of clothes from his closet. “I’m going to shower.” 

        Karma nodded, resisting the urge to giggle. 

        Now that they’re out of the picture, Karma won't have to worry about their annoying asses. Now (Y/N) can calm her brain down and shut up about those stupid bullies. (Y/N) will be so happy once she hears they’re gone! She’ll be even happier when Karma explains why. 

        Hitoshi needed to rid himself of all the dirt on him. He needs to scrub his skin raw, confirm he still did have feelings and didn’t commit that act out of insensitivity or something like that. 

        When he finished showering, he put on the new change of clothes and made sure to throw out the gloves in the bathroom trash to dispose of later. He walked out of the bathroom and back to (Y/N), seeing Karma had disappeared. He opened the covers and crawled back inside, awaking (Y/N). She jumped, startled.

        “Sorry, it’s me.” Hitoshi whispered.

        “Why did you leave bed? Where did you go?” she muttered, climbing in between his legs and resting her body on his, placing her head down on his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

        “Bathroom. I went to shower.” Hitoshi lied.

        (Y/N) subtly rested her cheek on her right, facing Hitoshi’s bedroom. She peeked at the clock on Hitoshi’s nightstand with blurred vision, making out that it was 10 P.M. 

        She came here around 1 P.M. when she ditched class, then fell asleep around 2 P.M.  She felt Hitoshi leave her arms at 4 P.M. but Karma told her to act like she was sleeping, so she did. When she heard Hitoshi leave the room, Karma simply said Hitoshi had a surprise for later and forced (Y/N) to go back to sleep after an hour of worrying about where he’s going, who he’d be with, if there would be any girls. Karma didn’t answer her and didn’t allow her to leave the room, resulting in (Y/N) using the scent of Hitoshi’s pillowcase to fall back asleep. Then he wakes her up around 10 P.M. fully showered in a new pair of clothes. 

        Suspicious. She thought.

        “Go back to sleep. I’m here.” Hitoshi muttered, resting his hand on her head and the other on her back. 

        He combed through her messy hair to lure her back to sleep. It worked as she closed her eyes, figuring tomorrow Karma would tell her all about what he’s been up to. 

        The shame from earlier diminished from his chest and mind as he looked at the girl comfortable in his arms. The warmth in his chest made what he did so worth it. At the end of the night, he was the one she laid with, not any of them. She’s safe now, exactly what he wanted for his friend.         .         .         (Y/N) woke up first before Hitoshi. That was a rare thing, it only proved how exhausting his night was yesterday.

        The gnawing feeling of curiosity appeared in her stomach, wondering where he was. It shifted to jealousy, a rabie-like bite as she needed to know who he was with doing what.

        She admired his sleeping face, rested her thumb under his eyes 

        Karma. (Y/N) called out, seeing if Karma would answer or make her suffer more.

        Yes? Karma questioned, a giggle in her voice.

        It appears she’ll spare (Y/N) the trouble. 

        You know where he went, don’t you? (Y/N) questioned.

        Lake Samui. Karma answered.

        A lake? Did he go skinny-dipping with some broad she doesn’t know of? It seems unlucky, but maybe he’s in a rebellious phase of his life? She knew her chest wasn’t big enough to satisfy him!

        I can tell you’re overreacting and I’m not even in that section of your mind. Karma sighed. 

        There were three thought sections in her mind. One designated to just (Y/N), one designed to just Karma, and one where they shared their thoughts and talked telepathically.

        Who was he with? (Y/N) questioned.

        Hiro and his gang. Karma answered.

        What? Why? (Y/N) questioned. 

        Check the news. Karma urged.

        (Y/N) huffed, rolling her eyes. She grabbed Hitoshi’s phone on his nightstand, gently picking up his thumb and using it on the touchpad. The phone unlocked, showing a picture of him and her resting on the grass under their favorite tree. She had encouraged him to take a picture of the two since they didn’t have any photos together. The picture he has as his screen saver is also matching hers, the fact bringing a smile on her face. 

        (Y/N) took a minute to scroll through his messages and photos before Karma redirected her attention back to the news. She opened up his browser and typed out “Japan news” along with their city. 

        Multiple articles from just hours ago brought up the suicide of five. Every article she read had very limited information, all she knew was that five teenage bodies of boys were discovered at Lake Samui last night, seeming to be suicides, the authorities say. She didn’t know the names as the police wouldn’t disclose personal information for the sake of the minors, but she could piece out it was Hiro and his gang since they had five members and there were five bodies.

        What was Hitoshi doing there? (Y/N) questioned. Why would he be there late at night? 

        He killed them, obviously. Karma huffed.

        Hitoshi? Do something like that? I doubt it, he’s a sweetheart. (Y/N) spoke, defending Hitoshi when he couldn’t. I mean… he’d tell me! We're friends!

        Come on. I’m serious! He even asked for my help while you were in the shower. Karma insisted.

        But why would he do that? They don’t mess with him anymore. (Y/N) questioned. 

        Obviously, he has a thing for you too. Karma groaned. You’re supposed to be the experienced one in this field, not me. 

        I apologize for not believing the falsehoods you lead me to. I don’t appreciate you lying for entertainment. (Y/N) huffed. Especially if you’re involving Hitoshi.

        I’m not lying! Cross my heart and everything. You’ll see, he seemed a little out of it last night when he returned. I bet he’ll crack. Karma giggled.

        Karma’s last comment brought a sense of fear into (Y/N)'s heart. What if he does break down? What if he tells the police and they take him away from her? What would even be the point of being a hero if it’s not by Hitoshi’s side. If he left, she’d probably quit everything about being a hero, move out of Japan and back to America, start a career in nursing. Or worse, she might kill herself. She was barely able to survive the weekend without seeing Hitoshi before, but now that they’re on a touching basis, she can’t survive five hours without seeing or feeling him. 

        (Y/N) noticed movement from Hitoshi and quickly deleted the search history so Hitoshi didn’t know she was searching the news. She deleted all other tabs she opened and put the phone back on his charger, hoping he wouldn’t reach for it when he wakes up and sees the battery is down by 2%. 

        “Morning, Toshi.” (Y/N) whispered, brushing his purple hair out of his eyes.

        “Morning already?” he groaned.

        “Well, really it’s 2 P.M.” (Y/N) corrected, looking at his clock for a second before turning her attention back at Hitoshi. “Want breakfast?” 

        “I want to go back to sleep.” He sighed, tired from last night.

        “I don’t have a problem with that.” She spoke, immediately squirming herself deeper into the covers as she got in a comfortable position, being held by Hitoshi as she faced the fan he bought for her in his room.         .         .         On Monday, news vans and police cars invaded the front gates. Police tried to hold off the media while anchormen tried to interview students about the dead kids, looking for any information such as who they were, why they could’ve committed suicide.

        The police thought it was awfully suspicious for five kids to commit suicide together, of course they could’ve done a suicide pact, but there was nothing for the hanging kids to stand on before they hung themselves; raising some alarms for the police. Not only that, but from student reports, the kids weren’t well-liked either so there was definitely a chance they had enemies. If it was a murder, it was premeditated and five accounts of first degree murder alone. 

        Hitoshi looked normal per usual, but (Y/N) could tell his nervousness. His brows were furrowed a little more than usual and he avoided all eye contact from her and the police, instead keeping his eyes on the ground. His hands were slightly clammy but it was winter so there should be no reason Hitoshi’s feeling overheated. 

        Maybe Karma was actually right. (Y/N) thought. She said she helped him. The day he went out there was a paper on his nightstand that wasn’t there when I arrived but it appeared after I shower. The messy handwriting was obviously Karma’s, Hitoshi doesn’t write as passive-aggressively as Karma does to a piece of paper.

        (Y/N) spared Hitoshi a glance, gaining his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned to look at her. They both stared at each other in silence before (Y/N) smiled, squeezing his hand slightly to give him reassurance.

        We know your secret~ Karma singed, acting as if Hitoshi could actually hear her.

        What’s his next move now? (Y/N) thought. We’re going to need to keep an eye on him in case he tries to rat himself out to the police. 

        He seems easy to crack under pressure when he feels guilty, and he definitely feels guilty right now. Karma commented. You can watch him during the day and I’ll watch during the night? 

        Why are you trying to help? You’ve already done enough damage. (Y/N) huffed.

        Because I unlocked all their windows and rummaged through their rooms. That looks suspicious. The time that Hitoshi left last night, if the police tracked his phone, they would see he wouldn’t have had enough time to go to all their houses then the lake, and he never even passed them. So they’d think there was an accomplice, which was technically us because I broke into their houses and told Hitoshi where they were. Karma explained.

        I shouldn’t be held accountable for your actions. (Y/N) sighed. But that’s just more of a reason to keep him quiet. We all will go down if he confesses.

        We can still kidnap him? Karma questioned.

        You’ve lost the smart streak you just had. (Y/N) commented.

        (Y/N) and Hitoshi walked into class together, letting go of each other’s hands as they walked to their seats sat next to each other ([Y/N] made Karma change the seating charts digitally when the teacher assigned the seats). (Y/N) noticed the way Hitoshi kept his eyes on the window. He wasn’t very talkative today, but (Y/N) wasn’t either.

        Is she sad that they’re gone? Is she mad at whoever did it? Is she mad at me? Is that why she’s quiet? Hitoshi thought anxiously. 

        “Toshi.” (Y/N) whispered, getting his attention. “Why are you so scared?”

        “It’s just… surreal that they actually died.” Hitoshi whispered back.

        “It’s not so bad, I mean. At least they won’t pick with us anymore?” (Y/N) spoke, then realized how dehumanized she sounded. “But, it’s a little depressing since they were apart of our lives. Even if bad.”

        That makes them sound important. Hitoshi thought, resisting the urge to grimace.

        He seems displeased. Was that not a good enough response? How do I feign grief while seeming not out of touch? (Y/N) thought. Should I start crying? Will that prove to him I’m a little affected by their deaths so it doesn’t seem like I’m crazy or apathetic, yet I don’t care much about what he did so I wouldn’t hold it against him?

        Human emotions are very complex. Karma sighed.

        I agree. (Y/N) commented.

        The bell rang, signaling for everyone to get into class. The students that walked in either whispered or didn’t speak at all, seemingly stunned at the loss of the five students.

        What’s the big deal? Five students out of the entire student body, who cares? They were assholes anyways. I say it should’ve been done sooner. Karma huffed. 

        Humans are social beings, I supposed it’d be natural to feel sympathy for the loss of others. Think about their friends and family, they’re probably heartbroken at the news. It’s like watching a kid die in a movie, it touches the audience and brings out the wanted reaction of sadness. (Y/N) explained.

        So, you’re telling me humans can feel another’s pain? Karma questioned.

        Yeah, that’s probably the closest you’d get to understanding it. (Y/N) confirmed.

        Karma’s not as good with emotions as (Y/N). Karma has more battle IQ and brawn, but (Y/N) has more emotional IQ and brains (even if the emotional IQ is just a little more than Karma’s).

        When lunch rolled around, Hitoshi hesitated a bit with standing up to go outside. The media might try to talk with any students who leave the school to get lunch, hell, news reporters will go as far as to trespassing school grounds to talk with the students because their company needs the latest details first before any other rivals get a hold of them. 

        “Our tree is in the back, away from the front gates where the reporters are. We’ll be safe from their greedy hands.” (Y/N) reassured.

        “I just hate all the attention. Too much noise.” Hitoshi sighed, the lie believable enough for any outsiders hearing, but (Y/N) knew better.

        They walked out of the classroom with no fear of being tailed by Hiro’s gang, heading to the vending machines to buy lunch; probably something like chips and a drink. (Y/N) didn’t make any lunch last night due to all the events that unfolded so quickly.

        (Y/N) guided Hitoshi to their tree outside, being right as there was indeed no reporters, just stray students walking around and the high kids hiding near the dumpsters. 

        (Y/N) sat under the tree, watching as Hitoshi basically collapsed onto the ground. She waited a minute for Hitoshi to speak about something, anything really, just hear his voice and thoughts.

        But he didn’t say anything, he kept quiet.

        “Do you think it was actually a suicide?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “I’d rather not talk about it.” Hitoshi sighed.

        “Understandable.” (Y/N) nodded, not wanting to pry and have him mad at her.

        She didn’t want to sleep on the couch, or in her own bed alone if she made him mad. Hitoshi hadn’t kicked her out yet so she’ll fully abuse every opportunity she gets. 

        That led her wondering to what their relationship really was. Friends don’t sleep in each other’s beds holding each other late at night; especially if they’re the opposite gender. They especially don’t kill for each other either. It made (Y/N) wonder if Hitoshi finally likes her now. The signs are there, he spends almost every day and night with her now. They eat meals together, sleep together, watch TV together, hold hands together, almost anything that can come to mind. The only time they seem to be apart is when they’re in the bathroom or (Y/N) has to go back to her father's to avoid suspicion (Hitoshi always ends up climbing through her window to sleep with her during those nights though). 

        Why don’t you ask to date? Karma questioned.

        Are you serious? With what’s going on in his brain? He’s obviously affected by what he’s done, I don’t want him to panic and say no! (Y/N) hissed. When he’s in a more stable state, I’ll confess. So I’m going to have to wait a few months, perhaps when high school starts.

        Their lunch was quieter than usual. No little games or random questions, the silence they had wasn’t even a comfortable one, but it wasn’t awkward either—just dead.

        The pair stood up and headed back to class when the bell finally rang. For once, (Y/N) was more worried about Hitoshi than the math equation on the board. Hitoshi couldn’t even focus, he started to speculate that (Y/N) knew—there’s no way Karma actually has the ability to not tell (Y/N) something that can cause problems. From now on, Hitoshi has to keep a close leash on (Y/N). 

        Hitoshi may have a leash on her, but (Y/N) knows she can drag him in the dirt if she truly desired.         .         .         Hitoshi knows it’s wrong. He understands he’s making his friendship unhealthy and risking his friendship by doing this. He used to believe he and (Y/N) spent almost all their time together, but now he knows they truly do. 

        He refuses to allow (Y/N) to leave bed without him, even if she has to go to the bathroom (he’ll wait in the hallway). He’s always watching from (Y/N)'s shoulder whenever she’s on her phone, even going as far as to unlocking it while she’s sleeping so he can go through text messages, call history, and search history to make sure she hasn’t contacted the police or spoken about the possibility of her knowing. He doesn’t allow her to go outside in public without him, always making sure he’s holding her hand in case she tries to wander off to the police station. Perhaps he’s being a little too paranoid and probably only setting alarms off in her head, but instead she seems to be enjoying the attention. 

        He doesn’t miss the big smile she gives him when he initiates hand-holding first, or when he hugs her tighter to make sure she doesn’t leave bed. It was exhilarating to be on the receiving end of the clingy affection. Her heart speeds up and her face gets red, but in a good way. She hopes that whenever she holds Hitoshi’s hand that he feels the same way she feels when he grabs her hand first.

        He hopes—prays—that (Y/N) doesn’t notice how he’s purposely going out of his way to spend all his time with her. Even on the days she goes back home to spend at least some time with her family because her father is finally off with her hero work, Hitoshi would be staring through the window, waiting for the second she finished the little social intervention so he could call her to come over again. He’d read her lips to make sure she wasn’t spilling anything about him or the five boys who “committed suicide”. 

        He wants to say he feels terrible about stalking her like this, but he’s been learning so much more about her now that he’s going out of his way to pay attention. He’s an observant person as it is, but now it’s like he really knows her like the palm of his hands.

        He knows of the burn marks on both her hands. He was peeking over her shoulder one night while she was texting (making sure she wasn’t contacting the police) and he noticed the pale marks. He questioned her about it and noticed how her face turned red yet played it off. “Oh, just some accidents I had as a kid. I was clumsy cooking.” 

        She was embarrassed of the scars because she was afraid it’d be unattractive to have damaged hands, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact starting to absentmindedly trace the scars whenever they held hands (it never failed to make her face explode red when he did this).

        He had learned about her writing books. Sometimes during mid-conversation or in class, she’d pull out her phone and write notes that came to her mind, ideas for her current stories or ongoing stories, thoughts for her to unravel and piece together later. He found the book on her shelf one day when he was alone in her room when she went to go shower. He noticed her name on the book and opened it, reading the first chapter until she finally came back. When he questioned if she wrote it, she nodded and showed him her laptop with the ever growing story ideas and plans. 

        Since then, whenever she published a book, he’d be the first one to buy it. He usually read them while she slept or in his rare spare time since she got embarrassed when someone would read her work in front of her, unsure if they’d enjoy her hard work or not. She was ecstatic when he returned and rambled on about the characters and story ideas inside of just saying a “that was good” or “good job” like everyone else did. 

        It made her feel as if the hours of researching, writing, planning, editing, rescaling, formatting, and tears she spent on the book was for nothing or had little value. It made her smile knowing he genuinely enjoyed her work and it left a mark in his head that he had to go to her and talk about the details he noticed. He actually pointed out the small details, actually put in the time to observe the words she had written. 

        Her writing gave him a better understanding and glimpse of her thought process. A writer usually puts themselves in the main protagonist’s shoes that way their actions, words, and thoughts would be of the protagonist, but sometimes, a writer’s true perspective accidentally slips into the page, whether it’d be a favorite color or a character. He noticed how one of the characters in her book had a little more screen time than the other characters, a good friend of the main protagonist who struggled with insomnia, so the pair would go out on long night drives to battle her friend’s insomnia. The characters were hinted of having crushes on one another, and he noticed how (Y/N) got especially more flustered than usual when bringing up how he liked the bond between the two characters. 

        It made him wonder if that was her true feelings about him, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The story was about the murder of the main protagonist’s friend, and how everyone forgot him except her. He returned to her one day in spirit, asking for her help to find his killer. The crazy thing was there was a clone (more of a shell) of the best friend wandering around the place, helping erase people’s minds of the murder. A tale of mystery and the supernatural, of romance and of betrayal. It was definitely something more different from her other books, but he felt enraptured all the same. The dead friend’s tired eyes, his soothing voice, his pale skin, his teasing yet sarcastic remarks, his actions such as holding the protagonist’s hand through her anxiety—all of it left his face red and heart hammering at the possibility (Y/N) was describing them, his face in mind when she was writing (friendly blushing, of course, because they’re friends, he tried to convince himself).

        His stalking led him to noticing many things. The items she had saved on her online shopping cart (he went through her phone). The books she read (mostly of slasher horror, fantasy, and true crime, but he did notice a couple of manipulation and deception, whatever those were for). He noticed the TV shows she enjoyed. He noticed the pattern of stuffed animals she had; big and fluffy and cute, oddly enough for her personality. Even learning her favorite foods in each category.

        All these details help create an image of (Y/N) in his head, each new thread of information helping perfect the image and expand ideas of how to react in situations and what to buy for gifts (friendship gifts, of course). 

        Unfortunately, his prayers of her not noticing could not be answered (whether there was no God or he wanted to see Hitoshi suffer for his sins), as he was caught. Many times.

        “What are you doing?” (Y/N) questioned, sleepy eyes recognizing her phone case in Hitoshi’s hands, along with seeing the threads of messages he was reading. 

        “Nothing.” He spoke, waving it off despite the sweat rolling down his face from being caught. 

        He’s been caught scrolling through her phone while she slept.

        “Toshi? What are you doing all the way over there? I can walk to the mailbox myself.” (Y/N) shouted, spotting Hitoshi from down the street when she got too paranoid and turned around to make sure she wasn’t being followed.

        “The weather is nice!” Hitoshi shouted.

        “But… it’s pouring? And you don’t like getting wet?” (Y/N) spoke.

        Caught tailing her in public (not only to the mailbox, but the grocery store). 

        Those were only two scenarios of the many stalking situations he’s been finding himself in. He tells himself it’s just to make sure she doesn’t learn the truth, and if she does, keep her mouth shut, but he’s convinced it’s because of the beating in his heart. The heat in his face. The sudden inability to breathe. The soothing tranquility of her touch. The luring relaxation of her voice. The blood rush to his ears and—

        “Toshi? What are you doing out my window? It’s 2 A.M?” (Y/N) spoke, suddenly opening her window and scaring the soul out of Hitoshi. 

        “I—Uh.” He stammered. “Couldn’t sleep without you.” 

        “Oh.” (Y/N) spoke. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep without you either. Come in. It’s cold out there.” 

        Hitoshi climbed into her room, shutting the window behind him as she walked to her door and locked it.

        “You know, you’ve been acting a little weird lately. Mind telling me?” (Y/N) questioned. 

        Hitoshi looked to the side, unsure of what excuse he can use this time.

        “It’s complicated.” He sighed. 

        “Sure is. You’ve been on edge for weeks.” (Y/N) pointed out, walking to Hitoshi. “Could it be? No…” she muttered, purposely audible for Hitoshi to hear her.

        It’s time to let the mask slip.

        “What?” Hitoshi spoke quickly, alarmed.

        He knew Karma couldn’t be trusted.

        “It’s just… Karma told me something funny a few weeks ago. The day after the those boys committed suicide. But it’s probably noth—“ he was so quick, she didn’t even notice he moved until she felt herself get shoved down onto her bed.

        He had pushed her down and pinned her wrists, his legs in between her legs, trapping her from trying to escape him. Her fear of men be damned, he couldn’t even remember that if he tried to, at the moment he was too worried on what she knew. He needed to know what she knew.

        “What did she say, (Y/N)?” Hitoshi muttered, his voice quiet, as if scared anyone else would hear their conversation, serious enough to acknowledge her name (something rare from him).

        “She said you killed them. Hiro, Yamada, Jāo, Gen, and Kishō.” (Y/N) spoke.

        “She’s a liar.” Hitoshi snapped.

        “Oh, but it makes sense, Hitoshi.” (Y/N) retorted, a smile growing on her face. 

        For the first time, he didn’t like her saying his full name. Not as sinisterly as she said it.

        “You left that same night they died. You left late. There was a paper on your desk that had Karma’s handwriting. I read their names and the addresses. Then you left when I fell asleep. I woke up because you weren’t there and Karma was on watch. You came home hours later with gloves on your hand and your clothes smelt like the woods and Jāo’s cologne. You showered right when you came back and crawled back in bed. My pocket knife I stole from Gen was missing, found at the crime scene later on the news.” She explained. “Why aren't you the killer?” 

        “It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to.” He hissed.

        “Oh? Hitoshi, what happened to you saying you didn’t kill them? I thought Karma lied, you said.” (Y/N) pointed out.

        “Fuck. I-I… I did. I did do it.” Hitoshi confessed, his lungs having a hard time breathing at his confession, as if telling him to not utter the words. “But I didn’t mean to.”

        “How could you not mean to? You got their addresses. You figured out where they were. You walked hours to them. You were fully dressed and tied your shoes. You had gloves, rope, my pocket knife. You couldn’t stopped at one, at two, at three, hell even four, but you stopped at five. You stopped your murder spree when there was no other man left to kill.” (Y/N) explained. “You know what that makes you? Do you know what killing five people makes you? Not only a murderer, or even a serial killer, but a mass murderer.” 

        Wow, Karma really set him up on that. Was that planned?

        “It. Was. An. Accident.” Hitoshi hissed, his grip on her wrists tightening.

        “You can say that, I can say that—the police won’t.” (Y/N) hummed.

        His heart fell out of his chest, betrayal lacing his eyes.

        “Don’t look at me like that, love. You’re almost making me feel bad.” (Y/N) pouted. “Why’d you do it? Huh?”

        “I…” he paused, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves as he started shaking. “I was mad. They hurt you—and that wasn’t even the first time. They could’ve done worse if Karma didn’t step in.” He confessed. “I wanted you to be safe. For them to never hurt you, I killed them for you.” 

        Yeah, he killed them for her. She’s safe now. He saved her. She’s basically indebted to him now. The least she can do is keep a measly secret for him.

        “Jāo was killed different. Why?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Just felt like it…” Hitoshi muttered, adverting her eyes.

        “He was my favorite one.” (Y/N) hummed. “He was cute too. I would’ve gave him more than one kiss, but—“ 

        “Shut up!” Hitoshi snapped, his grip tightening on her wrists more.

        She relished the pain, imagining the bruises for later as she let out a giggle, obviously enjoying this little moment between them.

        “You were jealous. I knew it.” She laughed. “You wanted your own kiss, didn’t you?”

        Hitoshi refused to look at her, his jaw tight and clenched as his eyebrows were furrowed, showing his rage. 

        “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” (Y/N) barked, gaining his attention.

        She thought it was funny, she was the one pinned under him yet she held entire control of the conversation and situation. 

        “Now tell me, were you jealous of Jāo? Were you jealous that I patched him up? That I kissed—“ 

        “Yes.” Hitoshi hissed, his teeth gritting together as he cut her off, anything so he didn’t have to hear the dreadful details of the two sharing an intimate moment he should’ve had with her.

        (Y/N) hummed, pleased of his submission.

        “You know. I didn’t kiss his lips. I could’ve, but I saved that for you.” (Y/N) admitted. “You’re the only one I would want to kiss like that.”

        “…Huh?” Hitoshi voiced, confused.

        A few moments ago, she was beating it into his head that he’s a mass murderer, and now she’s talking about wanting to kiss him?

        “I can’t do that if you’re in jail. So, let’s make a deal.” (Y/N) smiled. “I’ll keep your secret safe if you kiss me. A real kiss, not a peck.”

        “W-what? But… we’re friends. Friends don’t kiss each other.” Hitoshi mumbled.

        “That’s because we’re special friends. Me and you have been together for a long time, so we’re special friends. Special friends can kiss each other.” (Y/N) explained. “You said you wanted to kiss me, did you not?” she questioned, tilting her head and licking her lips so a gloss appeared on them.

        “I-I mean… yeah.” His words are getting twisted by her, he knows that much, but he also knows she’s speaking the truth he tried to hide under his words “but—“ 

        “I’m willing to go to jail for you. I’m willing to be an accomplice to murder, the least you can do is kiss me, Hitoshi.” She spoke, pouting her lips.

        He was shocked, unsure of what to do. His heart told him to do it, but his brain had alarms going off at her red flags he’s just now noticed. He’s too deep in now, and if he backed down now, she can easily turn him in and wouldn’t be an accomplice because she’d have the excuse of “not knowing” until now since he gave an official confession.

        He’s not sure when he leaned in, but found himself giving in as he brought a hand up to her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. (Y/N) used the opportunity to take her hand and rest it on his cheek, using her other hand to grab his shirt and pull him in closer, resting his chest on hers. Hitoshi pulled away after a few seconds, maybe three. 

        “My lips are now sealed.” She whispered, looking into his eyes with nothing but sickening-sweet adoration.

        Hitoshi let out a relieved sigh. He hopes that she’s better at keeping a secret than Karma. He looked down and noticed the smile on her face, her cheeks red as she looked up at him.

        “See? It wasn’t so bad! Did it taste like strawberry?” she questioned. 

        Hitoshi took a moment to think. He couldn't exactly focus on the kiss, not his with pounding heart or shaky hands. The fear of almost being caught and blackmailed, then the sudden request of a kiss, was working his heart and brain overtime. He couldn't even process the kiss, his first purposeful kiss (both kisses that he coincidentally shared with her).

        "I-I don't know..." He muttered. "I gu—"

        (Y/N) grabbed his shirt and smashed her lips onto his, stealing another kiss from him. His eyes widened, shocked at her boldness, but he soon closed his eyes, taking the time to relish the taste of her lips like how she wanted. His hands found their way to her head, wrapping his fingers around her tresses and positioning her head in a more comfortable position for them both. She gave his bottom lip an experimental lick, silently telling him to do that same. He did, and somehow the intoxicating strawberry taste got stronger, like a drug he couldn't get enough of. Before the kiss could develop any further, she pulled away. He found himself chasing her lips for a second before gaining his composure. A fire red took over his cheeks, ashamed of how caught up he had himself over a little kiss with his best friend. 

        "Did you taste it then?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry to tease him.

        He nodded, adverting her eyes so he didn't have to look at them and have his heart quicken again.

        "Tastes good, yeah?" (Y/N) questioned, receiving another nod from him. "You can kiss me as much as you'd like to taste it again."

        Her comment shocked him, forcing his eyes back to her as he opened his mouth.

        "But—" 

        "Special friends, remember? We're allowed to kiss each other." (Y/N) spoke, before her lips turned into a pout. "Do you think I'm lying to you? You think I'd like to you, Toshi?" 

        Hitoshi noticed how she went back to using his nickname again. He was a little relieved of that, it must mean that the tense situation disappeared. Hitoshi realized that even know he wasn't pinning her arms anymore, he still had her caged on her bed.

        "Oh, sorry." He muttered, backing up a bit to give her space before remembering her question. "No... I don't think you'd lie to me."

        He honestly wasn't sure he believed his answer himself. He believes he's lying to himself too. 

        "Don't be sorry." (Y/N) smiled. "I liked it." She confessed.

        Hitoshi looked down to advert his eyes, noticing the marks he left on her purple wrists. 

        "Ah, crap. Your wrists..." he pointed out.

        He wanted to reach out and touch them, gently rub them in hopes that their normal pale color would reappear and the dark red marks would disappear. He didn't even realize how rough he was treating her. 

        "I'm sorry." He finally got out. 

        (Y/N) trailed her eyes down to them, noticing the coloring. It'll bruise later, but she doesn't mind, she actually looks forward to seeing the vibrant color later.

        "Oh, don't worry about it, Hitoshi." (Y/N) waved off.

        "But I hurt you." He spoke, his eyebrows furrowed, angry in himself. "I told you I killed them to protect you, but I ended up hurting you."

        "Hitoshi..." (Y/N) sighed.

        She used his first name, becoming serious once more (something he didn't quite like, not after everything that's happened tonight). She stood up from her bed and walked towards Hitoshi. She noted that he didn't even try to back up, he just stayed in place and watched as she got closer, close enough to rest her hands on Hitoshi's face, forcing him to make eye contact with her so he knew she was being serious. 

        "I trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. I wouldn't have let you pin me down for as long as you did if I felt unsafe." (Y/N) admitted.

        Hitoshi nodded, his nerves at ease as he looked into her eyes, before noticing the way she started smiling.

        "Besides, it felt good. I like it when you do it." (Y/N) confessed, backing up from him to give him space. "You should do it more, yeah?" she hummed. 

        Hitoshi almost choked on air at her confession, his eyes darting to her as he gulped air down.

        "Hey! Y-you can't just say that!" Hitoshi spluttered.

        "What? I'm just being honest." She smirked. "Anyways, you're probably tired, huh? It's been such an emotional roller coaster for you. Come to bed." 

        Hitoshi hesitated for a second. After everything they've been through tonight, is it really a good idea to sleep in the same bed with the girl who not only is blackmailing him, but who he was also kissing just moments ago? His mind grew fuzzy just remembering the kiss again. He's convinced she has her own brainwashing quirk, there's no way a memory should have that much of an influence on his heart.

        (Y/N) was already in pajamas, but she went through her drawers and gave a pair of clothes for Hitoshi. She unlocked her bedroom door and walked out of her room, going to her bathroom to brush her hair and use the restroom. She left Hitoshi with his thoughts.

        He's not sure if (Y/N) is a sociopath or a psychopath or both. Considering her mood swings tonight; from prying, to cunning, to straight up manipulation, to teasing, to seriousness, to manipulation, to teasing once more. He's certain a stable and normal person wouldn't act like that (he's also sure a "stable and normal person such as himself" would stick around and deal with this too). 

        As (Y/N) brushed her hair in the bathroom, Karma tried leaving her, but (Y/N) fought her reigns.

        "What are you doing?" she hissed, accidentally speaking out loud, then recognizing she was verbally speaking and retreating to the subspace Karma and her shared to communicate with one another in private.

        I'm not going to let you cause anymore trouble! (Y/N) huffed.

        I can't believe you allowed me to stay in your body during that kiss! With absolutely no warning given to me! Karma snapped.

        I didn't know it would happen, besides, you didn't feel it. (Y/N) sighed. 

        I don't want to be in your body at night with him anymore! she whined. Who knows what else you both will do! Teenagers and their damn hormones!

        Shut up! (Y/N) growled. Fine. You can leave at night, as long as you stay in the house and don't communicate with anyone!

        She knew damn well Karma would leave the house, she just hopes she won't create as much trouble as she has lately. 

        Deal. Karma agreed. 

        (Y/N) sighed, pulling up her nightgown so Karma could leave her body without ripping her clothes. Karma quickly escaping, turning to look at (Y/N) before running through the bathroom door, going who knows where. 

        (Y/N) opened the door and walked back to Hitoshi, opening her bedroom door before turning around and shutting it, locking it behind her. She crawled into bed and opened the covers for him, noticing the slight tensing of his shoulders before he relaxed, laying down in bed with her yet keep his distance. 

        Like I'm going to allow that. (Y/N) thought, scooting closer to Hitoshi and grabbing his head, leading it to her chest and making him the little spoon as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, before resting her hand on his hair and threading her fingers through his hair.

        She noticed how his eyes widened, and before he could speak, she stopped it.

        "It's about time for you to be the little spoon now." She spoke, then smiled. "Want a goodnight kiss?" she teased.

        Hitoshi let out an exhale of air to let out a huff, rolling his eyes to seem annoyed, but she knew he wasn't by how the corners of his lips raised and how his cheeks had a dusted pink sunset on them. He leaned up and gave her a goodnight peck on the lips. Even though it was a peck, she supposes it'll suffice. 

        She knew she had him wrapped around her finger, but she knew he didn't mind it either. 

That was the last of what I had for this series! The Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader is currently my main priority to write, so the next chapter for this series might take some time.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Shinso with curvy gn neko reader

Request(ed?): Yes! - gn reader with shinso? They have a cat quirk that functions with ears and a tail, plus, they are curvy and have blump hips...? — Requested by 🦴 anon.

Warnings: NSFW headcanons towards the bottom; minors dni!!

Authors note: This was soooo cute!!! I may have gone overboard so enjoy haha. Also, there may be some mistakes; Kloe is busy atm with their private life :)

His dream has finally come true. Years and years of dreaming of petting your ears and messing with your cat-like instincts are making him a blushing and smirking mess.

Hitsoshi will definitely be using the nicknames: kitten, kitty, whiskers, and mama-cat. Not that he uses these before, but they are more prone to show up due to your quirk.

Whenever you yawn or sneeze, showing your fangs and narrow tongue, he gets very bashful. I can't promise you that a few times you'll yawn, he'll boop your canine teeth or try to pull your tongue.

Because of his insomina, that has yet to go away during his adult years, he loves that you sleep mostly the day and practically stay up all night. He gets to cuddle more, and he has a reason to sleep in with you during the weekends.

Those slitted eyes of yours make him feral! He absolutely loves how they change from 'cute' to 'serious' very quickly. This also includes with him messing with your cat-like instincts! Hitoshi will buy many, many cat toys (Ex. Laser pointer, feather wand, and cat-nip) to see if you act like 'an actual cat'.

If you ‘nyah’ around him, he’ll literally pass out with a nose bleed. If he does hear you make that sound, he'll tease you and beg for you to do it again: "Come'on kitty, no need to be embarrassed. Pretty please, do it again."

Definitely will twirl your tail in his giant hands when he's relaxing and bored. However, if it's sensitive, he will be more cautious around it but at times, he has impulsive mood-swings where whenever he sees it swing side-to-side, he grabs it ‘angrly’ and slightly tugs on it.

Hitoshi loves to play with you, so when you ‘love-bite’ him, it never bothers him and practically (silently) begging for you to do it again.

If you can change into a cat, he’ll definitely love for you to turn into it! And yes, this includes him buying the best cat-trees for his lover. He’ll even buy the famous shark, sushi, and honey cat-bed; hoping you’ll lay into them if you decide to turn into that form. He'll also be hoping that you'll want to lay with him, maybe on his chest or lap; Hitoshi really wants to love on you.

Always preps kisses all over your face, ears, and tail; including your chonky cheeks and neck; including gently teasing you by grazing his teeth, to hint, that he'd like to be bitten on his body.

Whenever you snuggle and rub yourself against him, it never fails to make him smirk and chuckle out loud. He finds your behavior so cute and hard to resist his urge to squeeze your plushy body.

Hitoshi will buy you cute lingerie to wear in, including bow ties for your tail and a bell choker, hoping to pull on it as he snaps into you fastly; holding your love handles like his life depends on it.

If he can have bite marks on him or you, he's set for the whole day. He'll purposely wear shirts that reveal his neck to show others that he's taken by his favorite kitten.

Hitoshi always loves to cum onto your back, watching it drip down your lower bottom and mix it with your tail; don't worry, he helps you clean up afterwards.

Giving head to Hitoshi is always an adventure. Your tongue against his erect shaft feels amazing, he's never felt something like this before; quiet groans coming from the man above you while he rubs your ears, watching you resist the urge to slightly graze your teeth against his length.

Will playfully pull your tail as you take the chance to be control, teasing you with his manipulative voice: "You can do it, come'on... I know you have it kitty. Be a good kitten and cum for me, will you?"

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[amive2567]

Ingredients: Shoto Todoroki x gn!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x gn!Reader, Hitoshi Shinsou x gn!Reader

Contains: violence, mention of murder, mention of Stockholm syndrome, illegal gambling, just illegal stuff; don't take notes kiddos, yandere behavior

Type of order: macarons (headcanons), galaxy milkshake (au/ villain Au)

Hitoshi Shinsou:

He's a bounty hunter on the run, but also kinda like robin hood

He killed the rich/villains in the way and gave his money to you or donation organizations

He is always on the run, so he can’t spend his time with you

He doesn't want you to know about his doings, but he always keeps you safe from everyone that wanted to hurt you

Tbh he hid in the dark and snatched those “not so good” people away from you

He works together with the Kurogiri

His mind control was pretty helpful

Winning their trust, controlling them, and boom dead

At the end of the day, he made a lot of money and he would gladly spend it on you

With that, you could live a lavish life

He may be always on the run, but he still visits you about 5 times a week, always in another disguise

He came in for cuddles, dinner dates, or gaming nights

You knew that bringing up his work would only cause arguments, so you just rolled with it

He would kill everyone if it meant keeping you safe and sound

You are the most precious thing in his life

You are the only one who sees him vulnerable

As long as he is by your side, nothing will ever happen to you

 Shoto Todoroki:

A corrupted speculator, he started in high school and gambled with the money he stole from his dad. 

Online, of course.

He always wins and people were are by his skills

Never lost a bet and earned an immense sum of money

If he won his conqueror would never be seen again

He spends a lot of his money on you, to get you little gifts or flowers

You knew what he does as an earning and you understand it somehow, even though you were anxious at first

but he will protect you at all costs, even if it meant to freeze someone to death

Even though he loved his job, he loved you more, so he spend as much time with you as he could

even though he is feared by most, he is pretty clingy and sweet when he's with you

His job wasn’t always as fun as it sounds, he had to deal with death wishes and gang fights

Due to these circumstances, you had to move now and then

But you didn’t care, you would go everywhere he goes

Izuku Midoriya:

After all, might told him he can't be a hero, he wanted to full fill Akatsuki's dream and jump off the school, but he thought about it one last time

Rage filled him and as he turned around from the building he ran in one for all

OfA gave him a powerful quirk to help him to tear down the hero-society

He wants to have everything under control

He always got ruled over by everyone, and now he rules over everyone 

Only kills heroes with bad intentions like endeavor and other fame-hungry heroes

Has an All might hate page, because he crushed his dreams

He helps ofa as a double agent, he feels like he needs to pay him back

Izuku is a Yandere you are his obsession and no one can have you except for him

You can't escape 

He will give you everything to satisfy you 

Loves you deeply and adores you to the core 

If someone harms you he will go feral and extremely protective of you 

He creates a sort of Mafia to get the hero-society down 

Will fulfill all your needs 

New car? No problem 

Traveling to Hawaii? He will book the best flight 

If the member of the Mafia take a wrong look at you, they are instantly dead, shot in the head in the center hallway of the Mafia 

He will take revenge if someone does him wrong 

You are the only person to see his caring side 

He loves you and you learned to love him to (thanks stockholm syndrome)

 



[yanderecrazysie]

Good day! 😁

I had this brainrot for days now and i feel like your the perfect writer to send you this crazy idea so unto the actual request:

Lets have yandere shinsou x ex-besfriend shinsou. So here’s the details, you know how shinsou was bullied when he was young due to his quirk being villainous? How about the reader being the only friend he had, the person who defended him and cared for him. Shinso sees you as his hero and you and him were close in middle school. But here comes the problem despite the reader having a perfectly heroic quirk like being invincible for a short period of time, the reader doesn’t want to be a hero and is content being a general course student but this feels like an insult to shinsou as he works so hard yet he sees you having a quirk that he wishes he had and your not even using it to be a hero. Shinsou wants you and him be a heroic duo of brains and brawn but the reader is happy in the general course, that is where reader belongs but shinsou can’t accept that which leads to a big fight between them. I can imagine shinso going off on reader for being wasteful of the quirk they were given and generally insulting the reader and the general course and just storms off. Fast forward a bit and we see shinsou eventually getting his dreams of getting into the hero course with the help of aizawa. Shinsou tried so hard to forget about you but he can’t even when he is now in the hero course and achieving his dream yet he feels empty as you’re not with him. Due to cross class excercise you and shinsou meet again but you keep your distance from him which hurt. Cue angst and shinso pining till he turns yandere, shinsou misses the reader and he wants them back to his side, he wants the reader to be as close as to the reader before and he’ll to whatever lengths he need to.

-sorry for the very long request, I just wanted to see your perspective on this idea/brainrot

Awww thank you so much! I’ll do my best to deliver!

Title: So Far Away

Pairings: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, insults

Summary: Shinsou has achieved his dream. Mostly.

“How do I live without the ones I love?

Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned

Place and time always on my mind

I have so much to say but you're so far away”

-from “So Far Away” by Avenged Sevenfold

Becoming a part of the hero course was supposed to be a dream come true, but really, it was bittersweet. 

You were supposed to be here with him, but you were so stubborn.

Shinsou had become friends with you on his first week at UA. Somehow, someone had figured out what quirk he had and, to his dismay, the old bullying started up again. And, like in junior high, the teacher turned a blind eye to it.

You, however, did not.

“How dare you judge him when you don’t even know him? Do you know how useful that could be for being a hero? He could just tell the villains to put the handcuffs on themselves and they would!”

Shinsou couldn’t verbalize just how much he appreciated you saying that. Not only did you shut up the other general course students, but you tapped into his one and only goal in life: becoming a hero.

It hadn’t been fair, the physical exam. How was he supposed to stop robots with his quirk? It made him feel useless, helpless.

But you didn’t make him feel that way.

Maybe you were unbothered because you were invincible yourself, quite literally. With a quirk like invincibility, you would make a fantastic hero! The two of you could become heroes at the same time- the brains and the brawn, together forever.

But to his dismay, when the sports festival rolled around, you showed no interest in working hard and making it to the end.

“Why don’t you want to make it to the next round? We could work together and one of us could win!”

But you didn’t care. You simply wished him the best and lost in the first round. 

You could have been with him in the cavalry race! You could have fought against those hero course students and taken them down, one-by-one. You could have even taken down Bakugou if only you had tried!

When Mr. Aizawa reached out to him, asking if he wanted to train with him, he was thrilled. He’d asked if you could join him and Mr. Aizawa had agreed.

But when Shinsou told you, you’d waved him off, uninterested in something like that.

“Sorry, Shinsou, but I don’t really have time for that,” you said dismissively, “I don’t really want to change classes, especially not to a different department, so it’d be better if I didn’t waste a teacher’s time.”

“Why don’t you want to change to the hero course?” Shinsou asked, blown away by your attitude, “You could be a literal superhero! Isn’t that the greatest thing to strive for?”

“Not really. Sorry,” you wrinkled your nose a little at the idea, “I just don’t feel the same way you do. There’s too many heroes out there, they don’t need me. I’d rather have a more practical job, you know?”

Shinsou didn’t understand you. Maybe that’s why he lost his temper. 

More likely, it’s because he couldn’t stand the thought of being a hero without you.

The daydreams of you starting a hero agency with him crumble to the ground around him and he’s yelling before he knows it.

“Are you stupid? You’re wasting your quirk on a boring everyday job? What, you’re too much of a coward to do some good in the world? You’re just a selfish bitch.”

You jerked your head back as though you’d been slapped and tears filled your eyes. Shinsou immediately regretted his words, but it was too late to take them back now.

“Fuck you,” you said shakily, “Go be a fucking hero on your own, bastard.”

That was the last time you’d spoken to him. After transferring to the hero course, this was the first time he was seeing you in weeks- at a cross class training exercise. 

You don’t try your best, that much is obvious. You have no competitive spirit, even now.

Shinsou is shaking when he approaches you, scared to death about what you’ll say.

Before he can even get out his apology, you’re turning your back on him, ignoring his outstretched hand.

His heart shatters in his chest. Tears burn his eyes.

He’s miserable without you. 

The next few days, his performance in class suffers. It’s hard to think about math when his mind is only on you. Your absence is a constant ache in his heart. 

He knew he had hurt you, that much was obvious, but he couldn’t find a moment to apologize. All he wanted was to make amends and have you back in his life.

One night, as he walked back to the dorms after another distracted day, Shinsou couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to salvage whatever was left of your friendship. 

And if you didn’t accept his apology this time, maybe he’d have to resort to something a little more… convincing.