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artemis32 · 2 months

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Lovelorn

Yandere Class 1A x reader

yeah, uh, i hate this, but you get what you get

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Izuku was at a loss.

He'd tried everything - absolutely everything - to get you to open up. To talk. To partake in group activities outside of class

But no matter what he did, no matter how he tried to sell the idea, no matter how manipulative he was, you declined.

Every. Single. Time.

What made it worse was that he knew several other people in your class were trying to achieve the same thing.

Mina had invited you out more times than he could keep count of, and each time she was met with a short, harsh rejection.

Sero and Kaminari had joked with you, trying to get you to at least crack a hint of a smile.

No success.

Momo constantly offered to help you study, and when you inevitably said no, she would insist on tea parties and lunch dates and shopping trips with the rest of the girls in the class. You had stared at her with a blank gaze until she felt uncomfortable enough to leave.

Even Uraraka, as sweet as she was, was unable to crack your tough exterior.

Izuku realised that they were quickly running out of options. They'd run through the list of class members they could turn to for a solution, and sooner or later they'd have to accept the worst-case scenario.

They'd have to ask Bakugo for help.

****

You hated your classmates.

They were annoying. They were insistent.

When they were around, you never got so much as two minutes of peace and quiet.

It was bearable during the first few months of your first year, when you could go home and have a break from their never-ending questions.

But then the school had decided that it was in the best interest of the students to have you all move into dorms.

You hadn't known a single moment of peace since.

There always seemed to be someone attached to your hip, or trailing a few steps behind you, or eyeing you from across the room.

It was annoying, and you thought you’d made that clear.

In the beginning, you thought they had all been so insistent because they were curious about your quirk.

That in itself was understandable - no one knew one another, so it was natural for everyone to want to get to know their classmates quirks.

You knew of everyone else’s quirks - of course you did, you knew everything about them - and for the most part, they knew about yours, or as much as you’d told them.

Teleportation.

You thought that would be enough to satiate them, but evidently, you were wrong.

At first, your classmates, Izuku specifically, wanted to know about all the intricacies of your quirk - the parameters, drawbacks, limits, range, all of it. That had been the first warning sign. You were taught growing up to never tell anyone more about your quirk than they needed to know. That was enough for you to avoid Izuku.

All of your classmates seemed to be in awe of your power, which was strange. You weren’t particularly fond of your quirk. It was just so boring.

Teleportation, especially at your current level, wasn’t very useful to a hero. You weren’t much good when you were only able to teleport yourself.

Regardless, you were working on improving your quirk as best you could.

A small part of your mind whispered to you that they knew about things they shouldn’t, but that was just the usual bout of paranoia getting to you. You’d know whatever they knew straight away.

****

You teleportation quirk had developed at four years old, which was slightly younger than your father had been banking on. He’d gone to great lengths to teach you how to control your ability - at four years old, you had a tendency to just disappear. Not because you wanted to, or because you were actively thinking about leaving. No, it was more because you had absolutely zero control over yourself or your quirk.

By the time you turned six, you’d mastered the control your father so desperately wanted you to learn. You found that keeping your emotions in check helped more than consciously thinking about not using your quirk.

That degree of control couldn’t have developed at a better time, because eight months later, right before your seventh birthday, you developed your second quirk.

Telepathy.

That’s what became the real bane of your existence.

Sure, you were blessed to have two quirks. In fact, you loved it as a child. But controlling this quirk proved to be significantly more difficult than your first.

You managed to get it under control, for the most part. You made sure that you weren’t blaring your thoughts out loud constantly, and you learnt how to talk to people one on one pretty quickly.

What you couldn’t control, even close to ten years after discovering your second quirk, was how to shut other people’s thoughts out.

It was a never-ending battle, trying not to up and leave whenever you got too overwhelmed.

You’re sure someone could have helped you. The adults in your life - middle school teachers, your friends, their parents, maybe even Mr Aizawa and your classmates could have helped you, but you would never breathe so much as a word to them about your quirk - not when you saw how people reacted to the idea of someone being able to read their every thought.

So you kept it to yourself, occasionally making use of your teleportation quirk to get a moment of silence, leaping far, far away from civilisation, from people’s thoughts.

In those moments alone, it wasn’t so bad. You thought about how incredible your quirks actually were, about how fortunate you were to have a quirk at all, never mind two.

Then you’d return back to your dorm, and the cycle would repeat.

****

You would admit, it was pretty funny.

Hearing how strangely obsessed your classmates were with you was actually hilarious, especially considering they thought you had no idea. Not to mention, constantly ruining their supposedly brilliant plans.

Some of their ideas truly were brilliant, and they may have worked, had you not known about them in advance.

There were times that you almost felt bad for them. Almost. But playing along with them, seeing just how far you could push them without raising suspicion - it was fun.

Like right now, for example.

“-but I’m sure the weather will be clear enough for a picnic next weekend, since you don’t seem to like the idea of a tea party. What do you think?”

Yaoyorozu and Mina, who stood in front of your desk as you stared out the window, were still talking. Of course, what they were saying sounded nice enough, but their thoughts betrayed their true intentions.

Come oooonnnnnn, say yes, say yes! Just one bit of personal information, that’s all I need. I absolutely have to win this bet with Kaminari, so just give me something to work with!

Mina was someone who remained loud and talkative both within her mind, and when talking to people aloud.

The bet she was thinking about had been a running gag for a while now, something you had almost grown bored of.

Mina, Denki and Sero had made a bet; whoever was first to learn a tidbit of personal information about you, from you, got free reign of the communal gaming system in the dorm lounge for a month.

At least, that's what it started out as in the beginning.

It quickly reached the ears of the other students in your class, and everyone wanted in on the bet.

The promise of dibs on the game system long forgotten, their focus quickly moved on to bragging rights - after all, getting you to reveal any amount of personal information was seen as a great feat, one worthy of praise.

It had been funny at first, seeing how they scrambled to talk to you first, or the awkward ways they interacted with you to get even the slightest sliver of information.

Now, their thoughts gave you a headache whenever they were near.

You could probably have gone to Mr Aizawa if you had to - you were sure you could fabricate some evidence of their weird behaviour and have him intervene.

But the problem was, he was just as bad.

He had this weird, protective mindset.

It had creeped you out at first, but with time, you'd almost grown fond of his concern. It was... endearing. Kind of. Like a father. Or a puppy.

Regardless, he knew about their antics, and he hadn't bothered with them so far, so you decided it would be best if you kept your knowledge of the situation to yourself.

“No. Thank you though,” you reply smoothly, turning away from them to signal the end of the conversation.

But of course, they never really took no as an answer.

“Why? If it’s because you don’t want to be around a ton of people, then don’t worry about it - it’ll be like, eight of us. Please,” they ask, eyes wide and hopeful.

You’re saved, literally, by All Might entering the classroom with a silent shuffle.

“To your seats everyone, get to your seats please.”

****

Even without the use of your quirk, you can feel your class glowering from across the room.

You aren’t sure how your purple haired companion doesn’t realise that they’re glaring daggers at him - he really doesn’t even register that they’re looking at him at all.

But he doesn’t mention it, and no thoughts of them cross his mind, so you pay them no mind.

You liked Shinso. He was good company - quiet, polite, and his thoughts were the kind that barely skirted the edge of your consciousness. Being around him was like a breath of fresh air, so you clung to him.

It wasn’t often that you found someone who didn’t induce a migraine as soon as they entered the room. In fact, you could count on one hand the number of people you’d met that you could tolerate for longer than ten minutes.

Shinso was one, and Aizawa, surprisingly, was another.

Even more surprising than that though, had to be that Bakugo of all people had a quiet mind.

If anyone had known about your quirk and you told them, you were sure they’d call you a liar.

But it was the truth. The angry blond had such a tranquil mind that, if he allowed it, you’d befriend him. But you’d grown an aversion to being near him, as wherever Bakugo was, a crowd of classmates was sure to follow.

You’re brought back to the present moment as Shinso shakes his hand in front of your face, throwing you a quizzical look.

“Ah, sorry, I zoned out.”

He nods in understanding, before glancing behind you.

“Just thought I’d let you know; your classmates look like they want my head on a stick,” he says in a bored tone, eyes sliding back to you a moment later.

You make a noise at the back of your throat.

“Yeah,” you wince, “I noticed that. I didn’t want to mention it.”

He shrugs, standing up and offering you his hand.

“Well, then let’s find somewhere else to sit, huh?”

You smile. Your classmates are outraged, seething as you accept his hand and sweep out of the cafeteria.

Thank goodness, you think, there were so many voices.

You only went to the cafeteria because Shinso liked the soba they served.

Honestly, braving the bustling centre felt like someone was hitting between your eyes with an ice-pick - pure torture.

The flood of thoughts fades as the two of you walk further from the main building, and your shoulders slump with relief.

If he notices, Shinso doesn’t comment. You’d thought originally that he was just extremely unobservant, but he really just didn’t think about or mention anything unless it raised any actual concern.

You’d realised that when you had accompanied him to a private training session with Aizawa, and you’d had a migraine from a long day of dealing with your classmates.

He only brought it up, openly thought about it when he saw how you grabbed at your head out of the corner of his eye.

Being with him was peaceful, you’d realised in that moment, because he had incredible control over his thoughts. That must have been because of his own predominantly mental quirk.

The thought made you happy, for some reason.

****

You liked when Mr Aizawa used his quirk on you.

The rest of your classmates hated it, and it really seemed to throw them off, but to you, it felt like sweet relief. It made everything quiet. Peaceful.

There were times where it threw you off, suddenly hearing nothing but radio silence, but after some adjustment, it was as if someone had released the pressure on your skull. Not that he, or anyone else knew.

Though, on some occasions, when he looked at you before you had time to mask the relief on your face, you saw the slight glimmer of something akin to realisation in his eyes. If he knew, he never brought it up.

It should’ve had you on edge - the fact that he might’ve known, but never said anything. But it didn’t. You didn’t know why.

If anyone were to discover your second quirk, you’d be in a world of trouble. Having an unregistered quirk, especially at your age, in UA of all places - it was unheard of.

It was criminal.

So you should’ve been terrified at the thought of someone finding out, knowing about your quirk.

But surely if he knew, he’d have brought it up by now?

“Quiet down class,” Aizawa demands flatly.

They don’t listen. Of course they don’t.

Their incessant chatter matches their constant barrage of thoughts, and it seems particularly noisy today. All their thoughts are focused on you, and it leaves a sharp throb in your temples.

Aizawa glares at them, eyes flashing crimson for a moment, and you feel all the tension melt away. You prepare yourself for the inevitable rush of returning voices, but it doesn’t come. Aizawa, for some reason, keeps his quirk activated, gaze roaming the class, lingering on you for a second too long before he looks away, brows furrowing as he blinks.

You mask your wince with an awkward cough, shifting in your seat. Now, most thoughts were centred around Aizawa and how scary he was.

The thought makes you laugh. They were so far off the mark, it was comical. Aizawa was like an overly concerned parent, thoughts constantly circling his students, how he could push them to be better. Honestly, it was quite heart warming, and the fact that his actions were so glaringly different to his thoughts made it ten times funnier.

Aizawa calls your name, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Sensei?”

“See me after class.”

Before you have a chance to delve into his mind to see what he was thinking, a barrage of thoughts hit you from all angles, your classmates wondering, like you, what this was all about.

You don’t give much thought to his request, too overwhelmed to try and sift through the turbulent sea of thoughts.

****

Aizawa schools his expression, staring down at you blankly.

“Well?”

You looked so young like this – wide eyed, trembling hands, pale, blanched face. You were panicked. He knew you were, but he made no move to ease your worries, waiting instead for confirmation.

“I– Sensei…”

He feels his brow twitch.

Not in annoyance. Not with you. Never you. You tended to tug at his heart strings, for reasons he didn’t fully understand.

Maybe because you were so young? You appeared younger still with that gleam of innocence in your eyes. Hero society was no place for someone like you - you were someone heroes should be protecting, rather than welcoming into their ranks.

“Answer the question.”

Your throat bobs as you swallow and turn your head to look out the window.

Were you thinking of a way to talk yourself out the situation? Were you trying to find a way to play off his discovery as nothing more than a funny happenstance? He didn’t doubt it.

“…yes.”

The word weighs heavily on you, shoulders sagging as you stand before him, curling in on yourself. His heart aches at the sight.

How overwhelming was it, to keep something like this to yourself? To live in fear of someone discovering your secret and hating you for it?

“And you’ve kept this to yourself for the past ten years? You’ve had no training or help whatsoever?”

You seem surprised at the shock colouring his tone, as if you’d expected him to be angry or fearful, rather than sympathetic. Again, he wondered how you’d dealt with this all alone for so long.

He sighs.

“You’re not in trouble. I’m not mad.”

He sees the tension melt from your posture in real time, as if someone had lifted an anvil off your shoulders.

“If you’d like, I can help you. We could do some training after classes; help you learn control? I can’t promise anything, but it might help.”

Of all the things Aizawa had expected to happen, you bursting into tears wasn’t one of them. Some long buried protective instinct rears it’s head at the sight of your red rimmed eyes as you try desperately to mop away the tears on your cheeks.

He awkwardly shifts from one foot to another, patting your shoulder in a pathetic attempt to comfort you.

“I’m really not in trouble? Y-You don’t hate me for listening in on your thoughts without permission?”

Again, that same painful clench in his heart.

“No, I don’t. Why would I hate you for something you can’t control? None of your classmates would either, I can promise you that.”

Aizawa spends the next twenty minutes clumsily comforting you, dismissing you as soon as your tears have stopped and he makes his way to the principal’s office a few minutes later. When he arrives, he’s immediately greeted by a very tense looking All Might and an oblivious, chattering Nezu.

He seats himself in the armchair next to Toshinori, posture sagging.

“You were right.”

Nezu cackles at that, hardly able to get a word in through his triumphant laughter. His reaction is in stark contrast to the other two men and their responses. The two share a tense, understanding look, glancing back at Nezu as he calms his laughter.

“Oh, this is most wonderful! I can’t wait to see what happens!”

Guilt eats away at Aizawa. He could only hope you wouldn’t hate him and Toshinori, or even your classmates for what they planned on doing.

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vampcubus · 11 months

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:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!yandere!izuku, dom!fem!reader, kinda mean reader, izuku being delusional & obsessive, spitting, oral (f!receiving), not proofread.

I wanna bully Yandere Izuku just a bit, just to watch him crumple at the slightest crumb of attention. Because let’s face it, Izuku doesn’t care if you’re being nice to him. He wants you to perceive him, to acknowledge him as something tangible — something worth your time. And if you spend that time pulling on his chubby cheeks and hooking your fingers in his mouth to spit into it, who is he to try and stop you?

If he can’t be with you, he can at least be entertaining for you. If you say all he’s good for is to spread his legs and fuck himself on his fingers while you watch, who is he to disagree? All that processes in his fuzzy little head is that he’s good for something.

It’s just fun at first, teasing your pathetic little stalker to see him trip over himself. You didn’t mean for it to go this far, but you can’t deny that the creep has grown on you. After all, who else would get on their knees and worship the ground you walk on while being treated like a pet? Not many, which makes Izuku a special case that you just can’t get enough of.

Your conscience is telling you to get outta there, that playing with someone’s feelings that was so clearly ill for you was a bad idea. You can imagine the fit he’d throw if you proposed such an idea, actually quite vividly because he’s throwing it right now.

“What do you mean we shouldn’t see each other anymore? I thought things were going so well!” He sobs into your thigh, his arms and legs clinging to your leg like a child. Your hands hover just above his head awkwardly, unsure if you should really be comforting him right then. “You can’t break up with me now!”

“Break up? We were never even a thing. There’s nothing to break up. I let you follow me around and we had a bit of fun, but really this is getting out of control. I mean, I’m using you, you know?”

Izuku doesn’t seem to be hearing you though, too caught up in his own delusions. You had expected him to take it poorly, but this was worse than you thought.

“You weren’t concerned about using me before. Why are you abandoning me all of a sudden? I just wanna make you happy!” The man bawls, and you’re ashamed by how the pathetic look on his face excites you.

He was pretty, even when he cried.

“Don’t you see that whatever fantasy world you live in isn’t real? I told you from the beginning that a relationship between us was impossible.”

“But you keep coming back to me. That means I’m useful to you, right? I’ve been so good for you. I’ve stopped following you around as much and I’ve been taking less of your stuff like you asked me to! I’ve done everything you asked without question, you can’t throw me away now!” Izuku’s fingers twist in your shirt, and he uses it as leverage to drag himself up from the floor.

“Izuku,” you sigh, more protestations resting on the tip of your tongue, but he beats you to the punch.

“Let me prove to you how much you need me. That no one can make you feel as good as I can, can submit to you like I can.” He sinks to his knees before you, like he’s done countless times before, his shaking hands pulling your skirt up so he can mouth at your cunt through the cotton of your panties.

Your knees buckle at the contact, your hand rushing down to hold the back of his head despite yourself. You can only sigh and let him lap at you, letting him tug your panties down your legs to suckle at your oversensitive pussy properly.

You have to admit that he’s gotten much better at this. You can vividly remember the first time you let him go down on you, teaching him how to eat you out the way you liked it. And you can tell now that he’d memorized every word, every moan of approval and scrap of praise you’ve thrown his way because he knows just where you need his slick tongue to tease.

Izuku still moans excitedly into your pussy after all this time, as if the act itself was pleasurable for him too. Not knowing that he dreamed of it years before you met officially, or how he fucked his fist until his cock was raw at the thought of tasting you. He savors every swipe of his pink tongue over you abundant slick like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to, and with a hitch of his breath, tears spring to his eyes when he realizes that it might be.

If he didn’t do a good job you’d leave him.

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thetreefairy · 11 months

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Yandere Midoriya!Family headcannons

I have been wanting to write a yandere midoriya!fam for quite awhile. warnings: manipulation, belittling, bullying, Reader is Izuku's quirkless twin and is studying as a support hero, since they are a prodigy in technology. they/them reader

Inko + izuku

Inko was rather glad that Reader didn't develop a quirk, just like their twin Izuku.

But she was rather proud of your knowledge in technology and support your hopes of becoming a support hero.

Izuku was glad as well, especially since he realized that you are too 'weak-hearted' for villain attacks.

Inko and Izuku have a little pact to hide his injuries from you as well as they can

And if you try to train physically outside of school, they will guilt your ass with excessive statements.

'What if you break bones, just like Izuku?'

'You don't have a quirk to help you when you get attacked'

'What if shigaraki realizes that you are my sibling and kidnaps you?'

'Do you want mom to worry so much?'

'Aish, I already have to worry so much about Izuku, not you too.'

'You aren't going to be a field hero because you are quirkless'

The two downplay their yandere tendencies when they are together since they don't want to make each other tendencies worse.

Both of them are rather aware that they aren't being healthy with their tendencies but truly they don't give a shit.

IZUKU

this asshole is using his connection to pro-heroes to make sure that your internships are 'safe' and 'uneventfulness'.

He also loves pointing out how he used to be quirkless so he can understand some of your struggles. And use his current misfortune against you.

'I know it's difficult to be teased all day, that's why I don't want you to become a public figure.'

'You can be a faceless role model for all the other quirkless kids, you need to be safe.'

'Shigaraki wants to kill me, what if he wants to play with me and kill you first?'

Normally he's kinda like a normal brother

But try dating, and he'll annoy the shit out of you.

I tried- I really did, but I think it needs some work. Taglist: @theninjabozo

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zentraex · 6 months

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Remember: German is a lot different than English. I apologize for any mistakes.

Yandere: Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto

Trigger Warnings: mention of Torture, guilt tripping, kidnapping, yandere

The Escape-Experience!

It's been years since you were kidnapped by him.

You thought he was a good person, a hero, an angel himself.

You had this impression of him all your school lifelong.

Then you woke up, chained.

Of course

There are no people who are entirely good. Fate showed it to you again in the most painful way.

Deku was a bad person, a villain, a monster himself.

For years, he has given you a false image of him.

But I can do that too

Usually, you defeat your opponent with their own weapon. That's exactly what you did with him.

For years, you've given him a false image of yourself.

You did everything he wanted. After all, it doesn't take much to be a perfect housewife.

Reality hits him hard when he comes home after a long mission and finds an empty house in front of him.

Someone kidnapped you!

It doesn't even occur to him that you might have left him. You love him as much as he loves you! Why would you even think of that? So, why would he?

It's been years since he felt such a thirst for blood, while being without you.

He wouldn’t simply kill your kidnapper… He would torture him to death!

Non-stop, without sleep, he searches for you.

It was a coincidence that he found you under a bridge.

"Reader!"

He doesn't see the horror on your face, doesn't take the time to think about why your kidnapper isn't with you. He's just happy to have you in his arms again, to bring you home and go on living your life in peace. He won’t punish you, chains you up or anything else. Why should he? It’s not your fault you were kidnapped.

However, you won't be able to escape a second time.

After all, we don't want anyone to kidnap you again, do we?

You should have been called stupid for even thinking of fleeing.

We're talking about Katsuki Bakugou: King Explosion Murderer.

The probability that you will manage to escape at all is almost zero percent. He didn't chain you anywhere, but the security system is higher than in any other house in Japan.

So, imagine how surprised he was when he entered the home and you were no longer there.

He knew you didn't really love him. He knew that his love was sick. He knew that what he was doing was not right.

It was clear from the beginning that at some point you would try to escape. That's why he took such precautions. So...

How did you do it?

Bakugou may seem strong and cold all the time, but deep down he is very vulnerable. That's why he's standing there, hurt, but also a little panicked.

Where did you go?

How far are you ahead?

Will he ever find you again?

What if he can't find you anymore?

Life without you is impossible!

However, it doesn't take too long for him to find you.

He knows you, has studied your thoughts, and stalked your behavior.

Before you know where you want to go next, he's already there.

You have lost the freedom to move around the house. At least for now.

After all, life without you is impossible. So why would he risk it again?

Shoto is not a bad person. All he wants is a little love, which he never really got to experience as a child. It would never have come to his mind that he would lock you up in his house, he doesn't want to do anything that could upset you, after all.

But the first time your life was in danger and Shoto sat powerless next to your hospital bed, he acted out of fear.

He can't lose you! The love you give him is making him feel complete!

What would he be without it?

Nothing.

So, he kidnapped you as soon as you were released from the hospital. No security system, no cameras, nothing.

He could never dream of doing something like that to you.

That's why it was so easy for you to escape.

But fate is cruel, so, you ran right into him.

When he got home, tears streamed through his face.

"I'm sorry, Reader. I just can't lose you!"

"I'm just so scared!"

"Please don't be mad! I love you so much!"

Seeing Shoto crying like that would break everyone's heart. So, you pull him into your embrace. It's so warm...

That it makes it even more difficult for him to force tears...

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sourlove · 6 days

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Could you please do how yandere mha boys would react to pregnant darling pretty pleaseee?

YANDERE MHA REACTING TO PREGNANT READER

ft. Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Aizawa

TW: OBSESSION. DRUGGING, KINDAPPING, BABY TRAPPING, YANDERE THEMES, DELUSION, FORCED PREGNANCY

Thanks for the ask!

MIDORIYA IZUKU

When Izuku first finds you throwing up, he's beyond ecstatic. Growing up with his mom was great but very lonely. He always wanted a white picket fence kind of family with three kids and a dog. To him, that was a perfect family, and there was nobody better to start that with than you.

After months of trying he was finally successful. Sure, you weren't exactly on board with the whole pregnancy thing and maybe he had to switch out your birth control pills with placebos but he was just doing what was best for the both of you! Why couldn't you see what he was trying do?

What was that? You don't want to keep it? Oh...well, that's just too bad. Izuku would do just about anything to get the family he's always wanted. Even drugging you and chaining you up in his basement. Don't panic, it's okay! It's just temporary. As soon as he changes your mind, Izuku will let you go, okay?

BAKUGO KATSUKI

Katsuki isn't really a family man to be honest, so he doesn't try to intentionally get you pregnant. But he's willing to see the silver lining when you do get pregnant. After all, maybe a baby is just what you needed to stop acting like a fucking brat all the time.

Plus, he likes when you start needing him to do things for you, like giving foot rubs and back massages and making healthy meals for you. But Katsuki's a bit of a sadist and can withhold these things, leaving you to fend for yourself, if you don't behave. You can't leave so there's no other person you can rely on.

Overtime, you start to become more docile, not just for the purpose of getting something. Mostly because, its...nice to have Katsuki dote on you. He can be sweet when he wants to be and you need all the help you can get right now. It doesn't hurt that he's pretty level-headed most of the time and can easily handle your pregnancy hormones flaring up your emotions.

Maybe being trapped in his house wasn't going to be as bad of a situation as you thought.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Shoto is very freaked out. He had a really sad childhood and the worst father so he doesn't even want to put himself in a situation where he ends up just like Enji. If you also don't want the baby, he is so relieved and starts looking into adoptions, etc.

But if you do want the baby, well...this is him...

He's trying his best okay?

Shoto really does try to be supportive because he would do anything for you to be happy. But like...yeah. It's easier before the baby gets there, when it's just you and him. Once the baby comes, good luck getting Shoto to even stay in the same room as them.

AIZAWA SHOTA

Shota isn't too bothered about you getting pregnant. He wasn't a fan of condoms and you didn't use birth control so it was bound to happen sooner or later. He would be a pretty good dad too, albeit a little strict and would help with the kids, unlike someone else *cough Shoto cough*

Shota finds it adorable how you waddle around or cry because your tea is warm instead of hot. He loves when you become more needy and cuddly. Honestly, Shota's just having a good time. Good enough that he wouldn't mind getting you pregnant over and over again.

He never saw himself wanting a family before but seeing you so cute and round, just does things for him and he can't help but want to see you pregnant all the time. Whether you want that or not :)

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Fallen Angel Part 7

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Takami!Reader, Hawks x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Violence/Battle, TARTARUS ESCAPEES ARC SPOILERS, murder, gang affiliation, mass injuries (stab wounds, gunshots, broken bones), later chapters will have more triggering content. TW: MASSIVE GORE WARNING, assault on a minor (fighting)

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First Name: Y/n

Last Name: Takami; L/n (Formerly)

Age: 16

Quirk: Quirkless (Currently); Angel Wings (Formerly) (With wings that resemble an angel, she can use them to fly and fight, she can fly up to 200 mph the fastest she has ever gone is about 300 when racing Hawks. She can also use her wings as a shield against attack by slightly hardening the feathers, but if enough damage can fail on her. Unlike Hawks she can’t remove her feathers to fight so has incorporated a staff in her fight style; melee combat)

Hero Name: Halo (Formerly)

Villain Name: Nemesis (Currently)

Affiliation: Student at U.A. (Formerly); Hero-in-Training (Under Commission) (Formerly); Devil’s Advocate (Currently)

Family: Brother: Keigo Takami aka Hawks, Father: Shinyo Takami, Mother: Unknown

BY CLICKING KEEP READING YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRIGGERING CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE AHEAD

When you woke up your ribs were sore and your knee hurt. You tried moving your knee slightly and it was immense pain and you weren’t able to bend it all the way. Pushing yourself up you hop over to the desk and open it up trying to find anything, you found a bottle of painkillers you open it only finding one and you took it. You open your staff using it as a cane as you exit the office entering the main area. The room was dark but there was light coming out of the windows.

The building was an old convenience store. Most of the shelves were looted, but you were able to find some snacks and other things, you head back into the office rolling up your pant leg to look at your knee. It was swollen with some bruising but you could hope nothing was broken. Fixing your pants you bring your staff to your leg using some medical tape and duct tape that you found to tape it against your leg as a sort of splint. You push yourself up to standing trying to keep your weight off your leg, you head back out looking around for something to hide your outfit, you find a large sweater and you tie part of your cloak up so it’s hidden under it. The sweater reaches your mid-thigh. It was the best disguise but you just needed to get somewhat closer back to the compound and out of the heroes’ watchful gaze.

You exit the store, the sun is rising with the streets are empty with only a few people walking by. You slowly walk your head on a consistent swivel not seeing any heroes patrolling or police. As you walk past a mother and her child you see something drop from the child's hands, catching the doll before it hits the ground you turn seeing the child looking at you. She doesn’t seem frightened by your appearance with the bruises and some blood still on you, her eyes are innocent, pure from the harsh cruel world you live in, the world you were forced into. You feel the nostalgia hit you, this was the same girl you saved over the winter during your work studies. Her eyes sparkling even with your disheveled appearance, her jaw drops slightly recognizing you. You hold the doll out and she grabs it, thanking you quietly before running off to her mother. You watch as the girl looks back once more giving a quick wave before she and her mother turn the corner disappearing from your view. Your eyes tear up slightly seeing that girl who impacted your old life. You could have had that life, a mother who was there, a brother that would fight around with you but still love you, a father who didn’t commit crimes and stayed, a family. You wipe unshed tears and turn back and continue walking, heroes only get a good life, and villains, get nothing but dirt.

After a bunch of walking and one quiet bus ride, you end up back at the compound. You limp up to the front gate seeing two guards standing there, their hands reaching for their guns.

“I wouldn’t do that.” You said and one of them steps forward.

“Get lost kid.” He grunts and you sigh, your hand reaching up and pulling the hood from your head, their eyes widen seeing Nemesis in front of them when they all heard you had died last night but also shocked to see you unmasked.

“N-Nemesis… You’re not dead.” The one guard says to open the gate for you while the other one is frantically talking into an earpiece.

“Yeah no...” You’re annoyed by his presence as you just want to go to the healer in the compound and get your leg fixed. You limp through the halls with the one guard following after he is trying to get you to stop.

“Nemesis.” A voice calls out from down the hall and you see it’s Kase. His eyes slightly widened, surprised by your disheveled appearance and the fact you are alive after you were shot. The guard is removed and Kase helps you into the healers’ room, immediately fusing over you, removing most of your clothing and the homemade brace so he could look at your injuries.

The healer pulls away from you his hands stop glowing, “You sustain many injuries which are healed now, you had bruised your ribs and sternum, your leg had gained a small fracture as well as the sprained knee.” You nod, thanking him, pulling your clothing back on, leaving the sweater, and heading out of the room. Kase is waiting outside and he brings you to Takami’s office. The doors open and you see him there, a smirk on his face almost expecting your return.

“There she is, alive and still fighting.” He claps as you enter, “I knew you were special after you defeated my champion.” He stands up walking around his desk and towards you circling you like a vulture ready to feast on its meal. “Special you are. Your prowess exceeds many of my strongest men, you would be a worthy opponent if you were a hero.” He is behind you and you freeze up when his hands land on your shoulders. Did he know something? Was all your work ruined?

“Luckily you're on my side, you remain loyal which says much. If only my own were as loyal as you were.” You feel your heartbeat quicken, his own. Funny how his own was in front of him right now. He walks back to his desk pulling out a cigar and lighting it, his wings stretching out covering the windows behind him giving the room a red glow. “You won’t fail me, you’re too good for that...too perfect.” His gaze is piercing and you feel like you are going to crack under his burning gaze. “You may leave now.” He waves you out, you nod bowing before taking your leave.

Your walk back to your room seems to drag as your head was elsewhere. The way he was talking and acting were way too cryptic for you not to react to, he has to know something. Does he already know you’re his child and is just toying with you, you could wait for that answer, and if the Pros knew anything about Takami they might be planning to attack here. You had to strike now. Night falls the compound silent as you exit your room, your heightened sense helping you figure out where the guards were. Your room was on the opposite side of the compound away from Takami’s office and the number of guards and all would take some time.

You are deadly cutting down opponents, the others not having a chance to react as you whip past them dead before they even hit the ground. You're just about to be at Takami’s office when you see someone exiting from a door next to it. The person turns and faces the end of a gun.

Kase sighs seeing you are the one holding it, “Give me your weapon.” Your face is void of any emotion as he pulls his gun out handing it to you and you throw it behind you.

“I knew this day would come, Nemesis, but it’s still a shame.” He says and you scoff.

“Open Takami’s door.” You press the gun harder against his face and he turns and you walk him towards the door.

Kase knocks on the door, “Sir a word.” You hear him grunt in response and a clicking noise and then Kase opens the door. The bullet rips through his skull and he falls dead, blood staining the rug. Takami is silently watching you as you close the door and you hear the automatic lock click behind you, the gun still pointed at him.

“Quite a surprise isn’t it Nemesis.” He says pouring himself a drink and you step over Kase’s bloody body going closer to the desk.

“What’s your connection with the League of Villains?” You demand and he looks at you before taking a sip of his drink.

“Nothing but business, increase trade, gain alliances.” He says placing the glass down. “Now why would my prized champion betray me?”

You scoff, “You’re a wanted man, the heroes would be overjoyed knowing you're arrested or better yet dead.” You hold your finger over the trigger and you see a smirk grow on his face.

“By all means, if this makes you feel better kill me, though would you really kill your dear father.” You falter, lowering the gun slightly and his grin grows. How did he know? “You may have been able to trick your foolish brother in your appearance, but it’s hard to fool your father. Though your mind didn’t hide your secrets either.” Your mind? “Kase, my best man, had a mind-reading quirk. Knew who you were when you first showed up at my doors, getting revenge on those who wronged you, bit harsh don’t you think darling.”

“Don’t call me that you bastard.” You hiss out and he laughs.

“What a spitfire! Keigo was weak, he took after his mother, but you..you followed right after me. Keigo killing that villain is nothing more than what you have done. Your ledger is gushing red with blood, just like mine. I thought you both brought shame to my name but you deserve it more than anyone. Y/n Takami, my champion...my daughter.” You're nothing like him, he murdered innocent people, and you killed villains that did wrong in the world.

“I’m nothing like you, where is the League of Villains hiding.” Your gaze was fierce and he shrugs.

“How should I know? You must be desperate to go after them, what did they do, hurt your friends at U.A.?” He mocks you, enjoying your frustration. You could hear sirens approaching the compound, you were right they were going to strike now. “Would you look at that? They’re here. We can have a great family reunion with your brother, wouldn’t that be swell.” He laughs while finishing his drink.

He opens a drawer next to him and you hold your finger on the trigger ready to shoot him, “Oh hush I’m not going to kill you.” He pulls out a phone tossing it at you and you catch it. “You want to get to the League, that’s your ticket. Think of it as a final gift for not being there.” You look at him taking in his appearance and attitude, he’s calm, not a single drop of fear almost accepting what is happening.

“This doesn’t forgive everything you did to me and Keigo.” You say and he laughs.

“I was never asking for forgiveness, you seek revenge. I'm just a stepping stone to get there. I’m only giving you a push in the right direction.” You look into his eyes seeing no ounce of deceit, almost feeling guilty. You shouldn’t feel bad for him, he left you abandoned like you were garbage.

“Why did you do it? Why did you leave me?” You say your throat all choked up tears stinging the back of your eyes. His mouth opens slightly, not expecting this question, and he pauses before looking back at you.

“Fatherhood was never meant for me. You would have gotten a better life without me, it seems like I was wrong though.” You feel your hands shake and you raise the gun ready to end it, cutting off all ties from your past the man in front of you ended your life before it even began. Your hand trembles holding the weapon and you bring your other hand up to stabilize it trying to focus on the man who wasn’t doing anything to stop you. You cry dropping the gun at your feet feeling like you were going to throw up.

“I can’t…” You feel a weight lift off you, you couldn’t kill him, you can’t kill him, you won’t. You look up looking at his surprised expression. “You say I’m like you, but I'm not.” You say and he nods. The sounds of sirens are louder, and you could hear voices inside the compound. Putting the phone in one of the pouches, you pick up your gun, and head towards the door before turning back to him. “I hope you get the punishment you deserve.”

“Y/n.” He calls out and you turn back to him, “You may be like me, but you still have the kindness and looks from your mother.” A permanent smirk is on his face as he takes one last look at his daughter before you turn and leave the room, letting your past go. You can hear police and some heroes inside and you rush outside running off into the night.

The compound is full of bodies, none of them alive, just a path of blood and death leading to a room. The locked door to the office burst open as police entered, taking into account the deceased Tadashi Kase, a bullet shell on the ground next to Kase, and one Shinyo Takami sitting at his desk drinking some liquor. Two heroes enter and Takami smirks seeing the Number One and Two Hero in front of him.

“Pleasure seeing you two again.” He grins at Endeavor's stone-cold face but finds more enjoyment in seeing his son's angry face as he looks at his father.

“Where is she?” Keigo says glaring at his father as he takes a sip from his drink.

“Just missed her, she is great don’t you think Keigo? Seeing the differences between the two of you, you are definitely the weaker one.” Keigo rushes forward but is held back by Endeavor and Takami laughs. “You’ll have to work harder to stop her, if she’s able to take down all my men she’ll be a real opponent.”

“Cut the jokes, where is she?” Keigo growls if looks could kill his father would be dead ten times over.

“Off to the League, you’ll have to be faster to be able to get her.” The police grab Takami, cuff him and begin leading him out of his office. “You won’t be able to stop her, Keigo! She’ll be finished when they are dead or if she dies herself!” He yells at his son as he is dragged off. Keigo feels another chance of getting closer to you slipping away. What a horrible family reunion.

You rush far away from Hosu, you run through the streets jumping over buildings flying through the air the entire night until it was the early morning far away from the heroes. You land on the side of a fallen building sliding through some debris on your landing feeling some rubble give you some scratches. The sun is barely rising and it's raining lightly, you pull out the phone you were given by your father seeing conversations between Giran and him. The latest one is a meet-up two days from now at Kamino Ward, this is just what you needed. You stand up ready to leave when you see below you a group of people standing in front of the All Might statue in his honor at Ground Zero in Kamino. A sign had been placed along his chest saying ‘I AM NOT HERE’. In front of the group seemed to be some kind of person on the ground, you couldn’t see much detail you assumed they were in trouble. Looking down at the crowd you see a villain amongst the crowd, Dictator, a villain that escaped Tartarus. You were hesitant to go down to help, but you decided to when you see the crowd rushing towards the person as they cry for help.

You pull your staff out jumping from the building, you land creating a crack in the ground as you rush to the crowd. They seem to ignore you as you rush towards Dictator, you slide the blades along the lines connecting him to some of the civilians breaking the connection. Dictator turns to see you and is about to send others to attack you when an explosion hits his head right as your staff pierces him in the chest. You don’t give Dictator a second thought, pulling away and heading towards the person that was the cause of all this. You didn’t have time to save people, you weren’t a hero anymore, the people around him are shocked that they are free as you walk up to the person. You freeze seeing someone you thought was safe back in U.A. his clothes were dirty and ruined, he wore a yellow scarf or cape around his neck. His hair was all messy, his face dirty and covered in bruises and scratches. His eyes were empty, lacking that spark you adored when seeing him.

“Midoriya..” You whisper and he looks up seeing a villain that Hawks and Endeavor were looking for, Nemesis. He tries to scooch away but you hold out your hand, “No stop!” You say pulling the hood off your head and his eyes widen seeing his classmate under it.

“Takami…” You were Nemesis, the villain that had a large number of murders on her, specifically villains. Your eyes were dull though there was some surprise from you seeing him. You had blood on your clothes and your face, he was expecting anyone, an assassin from All For One, a member of the League, or someone from the Paranormal Liberation, but not you. You hear a loud blast and you feel a chill hit you, turning around shocked to see all of your classmates there. They weren’t here for you no one knew where you were, they were here for him. You look back at Midoriya who is still shocked by your appearance.

“Oi! You step away from Deku!” You hear Bakugo yell at you, making you smile slightly.

You step back from him and he scrambles to stand up, “You’re Nemesis...why?” He asks, his tired eyes sad as he looks over you.

“I thought you were safe..” You say not answering his questions pulling the hood over your head and you can hear Bakugo still yelling at you. Midoriya grabs your wrist looking at you, you feel that same fluttering feeling when you look at him.

“I’m not letting you leave.” His face is serious and you knew this wasn’t going to be an easy fight. You twist your wrist kicking him in the gut sending him back a bit, you pull out your staff, the blade out pointing it at him.

“Don’t try to stop me.” You said and you hear an explosion and Bakugo yelling heading towards you, “You’re not getting away villain!”

A cloud of smoke appears and you look around. Where did this come from? You use it as your escape, running off you hear a loud explosion.

“Don’t let them get away!” Bakugo yells as the smoke clears. You look back seeing Midoriya has his mask on and green lightning surrounding him as he chases after you.

You jump against a building pushing yourself off and jumping over towards another one. You feel something around your waist and you see Midoriya's blackwhip, as he tries to pull you back. You get separated when the tape comes between the two of you sending you apart and you fall crashing to the ground a crater being made. You groan, pushing yourself up feeling your joint crack as well as bruises forming from the fall. You see some of your classmates going after Midoriya, so you’ll use it as an escape.

“Don’t think we’re done with you.” You hear Bakugo yell at you, sending explosions your way. You dodge them flipping over landing just in time to barely dodge a punch from Kirishima sparks coming off your arm brace, if only they knew who was under the hood they wouldn’t be fighting this harshly well maybe Bakugo would. You twist around Kirishima, swiping his legs out from him and you see Bakugo's fist heading towards you. You swing your leg out hitting one of the gauntlets and it cracks, you twist, swing your other leg, your foot connecting with his jaw and he goes flying across the plaza. Any other time he would have gone back a bit and his gauntlet wouldn’t have any damage but that was before you removed the implant. Not giving a second time to waste you take off just as you are running you see Midoriya shoot out of a building heading towards you. A large wall of ice comes up hitting Midoriya in place as well as trapping your legs.

“It’s over villain! Give up.” You hear one of your classmates say to you. You tug at your feet feeling the ice crack slightly but with how close your classmates were you could hear Midoriya crack through the ice as well. You had no way out, your options were completely cut off. You see your closest friends in front of you as they walk towards you ready to apprehend you.

“Don’t move!” You yell, in your time with your friends that you met and grew great relationships with you never thought they would be at the end of the gun you held in your hands. They are frozen as you wave it in front of you. Kirishima is standing in front of Mina and Jiro protecting them and Bakugo and Sero knew they couldn’t do much with the weapon pointed at all of them. You can feel your feet become slightly looser as one foot comes free from the ice. You can hear sirens heading towards the plaza and ahead you could see Endeavor. If Endeavor was here Keigo couldn’t be far behind.

“You’re that new villain aren’t you, you killed a lot of people!” Bakugo yells out wanting to attack you but with the gun pointed at his classmates, he can’t do much. You pull your other foot out just as you hear the ice crack above you and someone is crashing into you sending you both skidding across the ground, your gun flying out of your hands.

Your head knocks against the ground and you wince, above you, Midoriya is holding you down, “You were going to shoot them!” He shakes your arms in his grasp shouting down at you. “Your classmates...your friends!” He yells at you tears are in his eyes. You froze looking up at his face as he yells, tears hit your face cleaning the dried blood and dirt off you.

When had it all gone wrong, was it when you decided not to kill your father, or when you saw Keigo in that alleyway two nights ago or was it when you thought you could just leave everything behind to go after one man? You hear the police arriving and other heroes but your gaze is still on Midoriya.

“I should hate you! Everything you’ve done makes you a villain, but I can’t!” He cries holding your arms making sure you wouldn’t try to push him off but you stopped struggling when you saw who was above you.

“We were supposed to become heroes together!”

You remember a time when becoming a hero was forced upon you by the commission to survive in the world, you had no choice then but then you met Midoriya. A boy with green hair and eyes full of wonder and life, it was his contagious personality and light that radiated off him that changed your job to become a hero to become a dream. You both were going to be great heroes together but here you were, one a vigilante the other a mass murderer. The fog in your head with being with Midoriya clears when you realize you were surrounded by police and Pro Heroes.

You push Midoriya off you scrambling backward when you feel the fabric of your clothing tighten, immobilizing you in place. Best Jeanist’s work. Police come over pulling you up and Detective Tsukauchi comes up to you.

“You were quite hard to catch, you would have had a good future if you just stayed in U.A.” One of the officers holding you pulls your hood off you revealing your face, shocking your classmates, the person they had been fighting, the one that pulled a gun on them, the one called Nemesis was you.

“Y/n Takami, you are under arrest for charges of multiple counts of first-degree murder, first-degree murder on an officer, working alongside major gang organizations, breaking and entering on government property, and assault on Pro Heroes and hero students. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You lose the right to an attorney due to your crimes.” You are cuffed with quirk restraining cuffs although it would have no effect since you lacked one at the moment. You are pushed to get walking, you avoid the gazes of your classmates who are staring at you in horror and shock as they listen to the charges. You were nothing like the girl they knew before.

As you are brought towards a transport you see ahead of you the top three heroes. Endeavor and Best Jeanist look disappointed in what you had become and Keigo, he couldn’t even look at you. You weren’t the same girl he looked after, you were supposed to be a hero, not this. They put you in the van and you turn back to look at those you had failed. Some of your classmates won’t look at you while others keep looking trying to figure out if this was even real. Your gaze is only focused on Midoriya who is still sitting on the ground staring back at you, he is the same as when you saw him earlier, tired and hopeless. The doors close and here you are stuck in a van full of officers as you will probably get shipped off to Tartarus, will Keigo try to help you probably not you were a villain they all said so and here you were. You feel hopeless, handcuffed and your legs chained to the floor of the van with the cuffs connecting. It was just like that dream you had chained to the ground unable to do anything or say anything. You thought you could do something to make the world a better place, but where did that lead you? A wanted criminal with her future crumbling in front of her.

Midoriya doesn’t move from his spot. All the time he thought you were safe back with the class, probably pissed off at him but safe nonetheless. But here you were in the same scenario he was in, on the run from while he was working to find a way to stop All For One you were out joining a gang and racking up murders and crime. He almost didn’t recognize you but it wasn’t until you took your hood off and he saw your eyes he knew it was you. Your beautiful eyes used to hold some form of innocence when they twinkled when you played arcade games together, or when they crinkled closed when you laughed or smiled at what he said, but now they were cold and dull as if they were holding all the world’s problems in them. When did things go wrong? Why didn’t he try to talk to you when you got out of the hospital, he could have stopped you from going down this path.

“Midoriya…” Iida calls out to him and he looks seeing his classmates near him each having their worries about what they all just experienced. This was all his fault if he had been stronger if he stopped Shigaraki then if he knew what Dabi had done to you none of this would have happened. Izuku pushes himself to stand stumbling, slightly exhausted from the nonstop fighting, and this revelation wasn’t not helping.

“Deku!” Bakugo calls out to him, making him look up at him, Bakugo hesitates to step forward.

“Come back to U.A.,” Mina says and he shakes his head, he couldn’t go back, he wanted you with him.

“I can’t go back, things are different now.”

Bakugo scoffs, “You think just because you have all these quirks and responsibilities you can just push us away!”

“You all were supposed to be safe!” Izuku yells out and all of Class 1-A knows who he’s talking about by staying safe.

“Listen I always looked down on you because you didn’t have a quirk. You were always behind me, but now you're ahead of me by miles and I couldn’t deal with it. I didn’t want to believe you could be better so I denied it all until you got into U.A and I knew I lost. You had everything Deku, the quirk, the mentor, and I didn’t. You improved better than I ever could,” Bakugo spills all the insecurities he had since they met, from their time together as children, to middle school, to them in U.A., even now. “I know none of this does any justice for what I did to you. Izuku, I’m sorry for everything until now.” Izuku's eyes widened in all the times he knew Kacchan he was only referred to as Deku or Nerd or any insult he could come up with. Hearing his name come out of his mouth meant something that seemed to break the walls he put up when he left U.A.

“The path you’re taking with All Might isn’t wrong but you can't do it all on your own, you can barely stand, you’re physically and mentally not there. Even All Might couldn’t do what you’re doing now. So get better and continue on but the things you can’t do, let us remove some of the burdens.” Bakugo points back at his classmates who look at him pleading with their expressions to come back. “Y/n wouldn’t want you to kill yourself over this.” Your name feels like a bullet piercing him, would it have been you telling him all this, begging him to come back to the class to you?

Tears fill his eyes, “I’m sorry..” He takes one step but his body gives in and Bakugo catches him and Izuku cries into his shoulder, all the burdens and weight falling away as he wept. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry to all of you.” He sobs his tears, cleaning the dirt and grime off his face as he cries.

“We know you are,” Momo says they are all tired and relieved but the thought of you still didn’t make it all better.

“Tsukauchi-san! Endeavor-san! Hawks-san!” One of the officers calls out to them frantically and class 1-A turns to see the commotion. “What is it?” Tsukauchi asks. “The transport was intercepted and attacked by a group of Nomus and a villain.” Keigo feels his blood run cold, you were attacked, you may be a criminal but he still will worry about you.

“When did this happen?!” Endeavor shouts ready to go after the villains and Nomus.

“About 15 minutes ago sir, someone was able to send a distress call. Everyone on the transport and escort was killed.” You were dead, his sister died in fear knowing that the last thing she saw or felt was the hatred and disappointment from her friends and family.

“And the prisoner? What happened to her?” Keigo asks ready to receive the news that his sister is dead.

“In the call, one officer said that there were flames before the line went dead.” The officer says. All of class 1-A are nervous. They knew the things you did were wrong but they never wished death on you.

“What..what color were the flames..” Keigo says. He knew there was nothing he could do to take back what you did but he would be damn sure you wouldn’t go through what happened to you again. His nightmare of you going back to him is coming true and leaves an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

“Blue.”

The transport journey is silent, your gaze is focused on the cuffs around your hands, you probably could break through them but you didn’t have the will anymore to fight. You gave up once you lost sight of your friends and brother, you never should have left, you should have let Keigo help you but you thought you were strong. But you weren’t. Your father was wrong, you were weak..imperfect. The transport jolts as it slams on its breaks sending you sliding slightly as well as the officers in the back with you.

“What the hell! Why’d we stop?” One officer says banging the wall towards the driver to get their attention. You hear a roar coming from outside before the truck is hit sending it down the highway and flipping over a bunch. You're tossed around but with you chained to the bottom of the truck you get jolted a bit the chains digging into your wrist and ankles when it flips. Your head hits the side and you blackout as the truck continues to flip before stopping on its side. Your vision is blurry and your ears are ringing as you hear the sound of gunfire and yelling over before you hear screams. You blink slightly seeing the back doors open one of the doors ripped off, you lay on your back your head fuzzy as you try to push yourself up. You wince slightly, pressing a hand against your temple pulling back and seeing red. You see in the back of the van lay your staff and your knife, you pull at the cuffs seeing it short circuit before cracking.

You pull your wrist apart, the cuffs falling off you, you hear a roar followed by gunfire, “There’s too many of them!” You hear someone scream before you see someone get flinging against the door. It dents and you see them drop blood surrounding them and you see a Nomu rush past the door. Your heart drops, what were Nomus doing here?! You tug against the chains around your ankles pulling yourself closer and trying to reach out toward your staff. The screams get louder as the Nomus tear through the people outside. You can still hear someone alive until you see flames erupting shooting past the van doors and then screams. You feel true fear and panic for the first time in a while, the blue flames that caused all your pain and trauma.

You tug harder against the chains, one of them breaking and you stretch reaching your fingers brushing your staff but not reaching. You hear voices and the sound of the Nomus getting closer to the back doors, you turn back to the chain tugging harder. What did they even make these out of? You pull with all your strength feeling it snap and you jump forward reaching your staff just as you feel something wrap around your leg. Your fingers curl around your staff as you are pulled out the truck is sent flying out as you hit the pavement rolling a bit. You sit up seeing a large amount of Near High-End Nomus two in front of you, one of them has the head of some kind of animal, the teeth are razor-sharp, and the other has a long neck on all fours with a few behind them. You scramble up, turning to run when you are face to face with another large Nomu. This one has a large mouth, it has teeth surrounding its entire head, you scream falling back trapped between them all. They are just staring at you, panting blood all over their bodies. You hear someone crouch down behind you but before you could do anything you feel a hand wrap around your neck and you can feel the warm hand as he holds you in place.

He leans into your ear, his breath hot as you are frozen in fear. You thought you were free.

“I got you songbird~”

Seconds ticked by as you sat frozen millions of thoughts running through your head. Any thoughts of attempting to run end in your death and you did not want to end up like the officers surrounding you. You felt bile rise in your throat. The pavement of the highway where you are is stained red with blood and guts. The Nomus tore through them the police escort car flipped over on fire as well as the transport truck parts were in blue flames. You feel Dabi’s hand around your throat just holding it, not putting pressure just a reminder of what he could do.

“When I received your message I thought you would have been involved with your brother and those pathetic heroes, but here you are. A high-ranking villain, part of one of the most notorious gangs in Japan, your ledger is drenched red.” Dabi laughs, “What did they call you Nemesis… Right?” You’re silent as trying to form words seems like the hardest thing to do.

“what...what are you going to do to me…” You whisper your gaze glued to the ground in front of you, you don't want to look at the blood-thirsty Nomus, or the dead bodies around you, and especially Dabi. Your hand grips the staff, this was your only form of defense, you knew you wouldn’t be able to defeat Dabi and the Nomus but you could still get some damage.

You feel his hand leave your neck and you take in a shaky breath bringing your hand up to your throat. You turn to see him standing above you, the dark aura he radiates and the Nomus around you make a chill run down your spine.

He stuffs his hands in his coat pockets smirking, “So many things songbird…” You feel the bile rise in your throat and you cough black ooze. You choke on the ooze as it comes out quickly and you see the same thing happen to the Nomus. The black liquid surrounds you and the last thing you see is Dabi grinning at you with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. The cage you were once free of is now locked, and you were not getting out this time. All that is left on the abandoned highway is the burning vehicles and the mass amount of bodies, conveniently a traffic camera picks up the entire accident but the location of where you went is unknown.

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𝐁𝐇𝐍𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐟𝐭. 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨, 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢, 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞)

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 (*𝟖𝟎𝟎-𝟕𝟗𝟗-𝟕𝟐𝟑𝟑* 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔.𝐒. 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓��𝐎𝐍 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮:

𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊ç𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

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𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐. 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢.

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𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.

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𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍-𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚎𝚝𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚡. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 "𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙". 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜.

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𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖è𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍,𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞,𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚:

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚌𝚝... 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜. 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛 "𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛". 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜.

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨:

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚘'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏. 𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚝, 𝚕𝚞𝚡𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚘'𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢:

𝙳𝚊𝚋𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙳𝚊𝚋𝚒'𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙸𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙳𝚊𝚋𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢:

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚜 "𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍" 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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mitsukiwa · 6 months

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infatuated/ disillusioned

A/N: Inspired by the song Glimpse Of Us By Joji

You've consistently maintained an optimistic perspective in life or at least you tried to. Waking up with a smile each morning as you splashed water onto your face to rouse you up from your groggy state in the sunrise. Whenever you felt sorrowful you'd think about something to put your spirits back up, many people had told you life isn't just all rainbows and you comprehended that yet you always chose to dismiss it until you fell for so and so, who to your demise didn't love you back as you thought he did, he just had something to sell he was beautiful and pure beauty. Staggered yourself that you even had the chance to be with him even if it meant for a month. You surrounded yourself in thinking about him and only him no man else, neither yourself besides of course when you'd dress up all nice nevertheless it was for him, somehow you don't regret even a bit of it at all. In the one-month relationship you had with him, you learned many things that he hadn't told anyone before, things he kept to himself only, you were starting to feel special until he pushed you away and started to distance himself far and far. You didn't see this coming at all you spent your days thinking of a reason why he just all of a sudden started to avoid you, you loved him and you thought he loved you too, or rather so you thought until you were in your professor's class taking psychology class feeling your phone buzzing in your pocket you sneakingly grabbed your phone out.

we need to break up.

Solely like that, you felt your world pulverize finding it difficult to breathe properly, your sight was beginning to obscure as you felt a lump form in your throat.

What did you do wrong?

Did he not love you?

That can't be it at all You believed as you remembered numerous nights he whispered he loved you quietly into your ear as you fell into a slumber, and regardless this just didn't make sense at all not even one bit.

you gripped your phone with such strength you heard the screen crack, though you didn't care to hurt and were heartbroken to disquiet.

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Not even a month departed you caught him with some different lassie as he held her close to him.

Was it that she wasn't as appealing as her, that girl was bewitching She radiated pure beauty. Her smile was bright, her features graceful. He looked happy next to this woman. She then giggled at something he whispered into her ear, even her laughter sounded perfect.

He wore a grin as he drew away from her ear and then made contact towards your direction feeling like a dear in headlights you froze on the spot.

he didn't break contact as he leaned down to kiss the woman in his arms not breaking his eyes from you. it hurt all over again, all the healing you passed for weeks, feeling your heart bleed out from the tender wound.

your soul only came back into your body feeling your phone vibrate in your hand. You were the first to break contact turning around and pulling the strings of your tote bag over your shoulder as you began to walk away from the cafeteria. You arrived at the bathroom, strutting over to the sink and wiping the mascara smudges around your eyes. You looked horrible hadn't even realized you had been crying perhaps that's why he was enjoying himself to have seen you cry in front of him must have made him feel satisfactory.

So you then decided to move on for the better.

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She lay in his bed, as drool came out of her mouth and rolled onto his silk pillows, He couldn't help but wear a disgusted expression on his face. He reached over to his bedside table grasping a cloth as he wiped the drool off her face.

If it was you instead, he wouldn't have felt disgusted at all he'd probably think it was cute that you were cute while sleeping.

He found himself smiling, his face dropped in an instant as he saw the woman on his bed slur awake. She stared up at him with a smile.

''good morning handsome'' she cooed

He didn't reply to her simply hopping off the bed as he went over to his closet to put on some clothes.

He was 20 minutes late. Usually being this late he would've stayed home, but today he didn't want to be with her alone.

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You picked at your food, moving the macaroni around not ever eating a spoonful.

''Not feeling hungry?''

You looked up to your demis- surprise, you saw him

Looking back down at the food that looks plain and stale you grabbed the tray and walked past him and over to the waste bin. Not glancing back at him as you exited the cafeteria.

Your arm was abruptly grabbed and yanked against a firm body, wiggling out of whoever held you but to no avail, you craned your neck up to get a visual, and your eyes widened.

''It's not very nice to ignore someone, angel''

You then began to wiggle out but with much strength, this time his hold was firm holding you flush against him.

''let go'' you snarled

''getting balsy on me huh, angel.''

''No, you just won't let me go, you prick.''

The vocabulary you were using on him made him feel angry. Just who did you think you were speaking to him like that, remembering all the honey-sweet ways you'd talk to him? However, this didn't compare at all, not a bit.

His grasp on your arm tightened enough for you to let out a shriek of pain.

He smirked, lowering his mouth to your earhole.

''forget who are you talking to, princess?''

He saw you still, not moving a muscle, you mumbled a sorry.

''what? I didn't quite hear you.''

He heard you inhale through your mouth with gritted teeth.

''sorry''

A grin made its way to his face. This is how he liked you When you were obedient to him.

#character insert #dabi x reader #hawks x female reader #bnha izuku #bakugou katuski x reader #keigo tamaki #yandere katsuki #yandere hawks x reader #my hero academia #mha

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sweetheart4you · 11 hours

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Hi! Can you do villian deku x ftm comfort for when his boyfriends dysohroic? Thanks! It’s okay if not! Can I be 🐾Aon?<3

You can absolutely be 🐾Anon! Sorry it took me so long (・・;)

Deku is such a sweetheart in cannon that even as a villain, he'd be good at comforting his partner.

I assume you'd been feeling dysphoric for a while, which he would most definitely pick up on. Even if it's just little things like looking in the mirror longer, off handed comments, or you stop actually getting dressed in clothes other than sweats and oversized goodies.

So he'd drop small comments like: “There's my pretty boy”, “You're so so handsome baby”, “Darling, you're such a handsome boy”

When (and if) you finally break down, Izuku would be there for you completely. If Shigaraki wanted Izuku to go on a mission when that happened, Izuku would throw a knife at his head.

He'd cuddle you and mutter so many praises and gender affirming statements you'd feel so much better by the time dinner was ready.

Oh, and he never mutters the same phrases to give you affirmation. It's never “You look like a man” twice. He'll comment on specific parts of you that are man like.

#sweetheart4you #male reader #gay #x male y/n #trans #yandere #yandere x darling #mha #comfort #fem reader #female reader #mha izuku #yandere izuku #izuku x reader #bnha izuku #izuku midoriya #villain izuku

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

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— Pu$$y eater

Pairing: yandere Deku x female reader

Warnings: Smut: use of word of cunt/pussy, praise play/body worship, oral receiving (reader), groping (reader received), cursing.

Authors note: There may still be some mistakes as this was wrote on my phone; tried my best.

Izuku was whipped for you.

He loves you with every fiber of his being, he loved seeing you smile, especially if he was the cause for it.

He loves everything about you, even the oddest things, you consider the worst of you.

He gets so hard thinking about you praising him, hell, even the sheer thought of you touching him, hugging him, and the smell of you make his knees weak.

He, especially, loved smelling you, stealing your clothes to jack off whenever he couldn't.

He couldn't get enough of you, just like right now.

You were laying down in bed, thighs wrapped around Izuku's head while your being fucked out.

You're a drooling mess, fingers gripping at his curly hair and the sheets below you.

The broken cries made him even harder, making his eyes roll back as he kept eating.

You felt on cloud (9) nine, seeing white dots in your vision as it became blurry, fast.

As you kept moaning, you made eye contact with his green eyes; making him groan into your cunt, making you moan out louder to the vibrations.

“B-bunny...hah, you've got the p-prettiest pussy I've ever s-seen...”

His breath tickles your inner thighs as his tongue runs a lap up your drooling slit, messy from the praise your boyfriend had knowingly fed you.

Your body is hot, hotter than ever and when you down at his shiny green eyes—they’re reassuring, telling you it’s okay for you to let out those cute little gasps, cries, and moans.

You arch your back, rutting your hips into his face as his nose bumps your sensitive clit.

He could tell you were almost at your limit, seeing tears amongst tears fall down your pretty, angel‐like face.

As he kept licking and growling on your pussy, he kept digging further into your sweet spot; pulling at your folds, sucking on your clit until you couldn't pronounce his name anymore.

“Mmm'—You taste like sweets, 'm gonna make you feel like this over and over again.”

He slurs his words, clearly being pussy-drunk

He thrusts his tongue inside you over and over again, cursing and spitting at your sweet ol' sensitive cunt.

As he kept eating you out, his left arm let go of the inside of your thigh, slowly traveling up to your breasts and pulling at your nipples; kneading them as he kept pulling you forward to his soaked face.

“You moan my name, my name. No one else's. Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

You gasp, “Y-you! Yours, Izuku!”

“That's right pretty girl, beg for it. Beg to cum.”

“'Z-'Zuku, i-I want it! Wan' it, please!”

You demand, wailing as he dives in more, slurping your juices like it was his favorite meal.

Your voice starts to crack, growing raspy.

You cry over and over again, tears falling down your cheeks from the overstimulation as the pleasure and pain mix together; like chocolate and syrup.

“'M gonna cum! Lemme cum 'Zuzu!”

Your legs are shaking, choking on your words as your toes curl and your hands tighten on Izuku's hair.

“i-love you!” Comes with your muffled sobs, thighs tightening as you pressure your hold on his head.

They're quickly forced back open by his two (2) big scarred hands, taking turns fastly to play with your clit and pulling at your nipples.

His tongue was killing you, ravaging your spasming hole with his magical muscle.

As you cry loudly, back arching from the bed, and toes curling; you cum big.

“That's right baby girl, you did such a good job. 'M love you so, so so much.”

Izuku praises you, letting his hands wander to fondle your breasts and body.

He gently kept kitten-licking your messy cunt, drooling.

You roll your eyes to the back of your skull, realizing that this wasn't the end and that, in no way, he was stopping.

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flynnahh · 7 days

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MHA MASTERLIST

I don’t write for denki or mineta

Midoriya

Iida

Uraraka

Bakugo

Yaoyorozu

Todoroki

Ashido

Jirou

Tokoyami

-affectionate and gift giving fem!reader

Shoji

-affectionate and gift giving fem!reader

Koda

-affectionate and gift giving fem!reader

#mha #mha x reader #Yandere mha #class 1a x reader #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #YN #x YN #izuku midoriya #bakugo #mina #jiro #tokoyami #shoji

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sweets-yandere-lover · 2 years

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Yandere Deku Headcanons💚📗

He would have a lot of notebooks about you and your personal life(birthday, hobbies, family, friends, etc.) 📓

He would become so shy around you and nervous 😳

He is also a stalker type of yandere ( the notebooks)🔭

He would daydream about a life with you 💒👰🤵

Have a drawing with your guys initials inside of a big red heart❤

Steals some of your stuff (it starts out small thn gets bigger)✏

Will kill for you but only if he has to🔪

Will kidnap you (but after you trust him)⛓

Will guilt trip you into staying with him🥺

He will make other people hate you so you can't get help from anyone to leave him😠

Sorry it sucks this is my first time doing a Headcanon 😅

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killsaki · 1 year

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final girl. ☆ surely all the girls being murdered in your town having something that fits your own description is a coincidence… right?

izuku midoriya x female!reader

4k words | part 2 (tbp)

cw/tw : yandere!izu, quirkless/loserboy!izu, stuttering, stalking, drugging, thighfucking, facial, male masturbation, noncon, somnophilia (kinda), alcohol, oc side character, kidnapping, murder (mentions).

“you’re not seriously going out, are you?” comes from your doorway, you turn towards the voice in just enough time to catch sight of your roommate inviting himself into your room, as he always does, before plopping himself down on your mattress.

you sigh before answering, knowing he’s about to spout some of his repetitive nonsense.

“of course i am, fuzen.” he blinks at you with his usual unamused expression, heterochromatic eyebrows slightly raised in a way that you’ve come to learn is a signal for you to ask more about what he’s saying. you take the bait. “but, why do you ask?”

“you’re the target of that serial killer.” you purse your lips at his immediate and dramatic response to stop yourself from laughing, you really shouldn't entertain him all the time. he’s mentioned a few things that could probably cost him his job for disclosing the, in his words, eerie similarities, that you have had with all the victims of recent murders.

it started with things like how they all had your eye color, or that they were all described to have your height and build. you passed those off as generic things, but fuzen didn’t. it spiraled into things as specific as one of them having your hair. well, their hair, but it was the same length as yours, the same color, and her body was found with it styled with the same way that you’d fallen in loved with and wore repeatedly that week. one girl was found with copies of the jewelry that you frequently wore, another even had her nails done almost exactly like your new set.

the longer it went on, the more insistent your roommate became about you listening to what he had to say. but you always changed the subject, figuring that the less you know the easier it’ll be to shake off the cold feeling on your back you sometimes get after leaving the apartment.

“i thought you were a stealth sidekick,” you laugh him off, yet again. ”when did you get demoted to a detective?”

“why does your room feel weird?” he asks suddenly, adjusting his sitting position like he’s been made uncomfortable while he looks around your space. “has someone been in here?”

“uh, yeah, me.” you suck your teeth at him before turning back to your vanity and get back to finishing getting ready.

“why don’t you believe me?” he asks, you can tell he’s a little irritated and it makes you feel bad for always brushing him off.

“‘zen… i know you care about me, i’m sorry.” you meet his gaze in the mirror, finding him already looking back at you. “maybe you’re just overthinking because you care about me?”

he nods slowly, before cracking a grin and shaking his head, “nah, i’m probably just jealous because i don’t have a stalker.” he rolls his neck and you wonder how much truth is in his words. “though i’d probably prefer it without the murder.”

“i don’t have a stalker.” you retort while he chuckles to himself before standing.

“you know,” he stretches his arms, fingertips touching the ceiling as the hem of his shirt lifts to reveal his toned stomach, something you quickly look away from. “that habit of immediately denying stuff that you’re anxious about is gonna bite you in the ass one day.”

his mouth is good at keeping you from being attracted to the rest of him.

“but not today,” you speak matter of fact, “because i do not have a stalker.”

“right, yeah.” he sniggers, clearly not believing a word from you. “didn’t you say you felt like you were being followed home the other night? you should think harder on the description—”

“anyways!” you cut him off, knowing that he’s not going to stop talking unless you make him. sometimes you’re not sure if he actually likes having conversations with you or just the sound of his own voice. “shouldn’t you get back to tying some red thread between the pictures and articles hung up on your wall mr. detective.”

“fuck off.” he flips you off from where he’s now lurking by your dresser, leaning against it as he’s focused on checking his phone. “i know you think i’m joking, but they put me on the west end so i’ll be patrolling over by the party if you–”

“oh! my rides here,” you lie, jumping up to slip past him and out of the conversation. “so, i’ll text you when i make it back home since you’ll be on patrol and i won’t see you again tonight, right?”

“wait!” he calls after you, annoyed by your sudden escape, as you slip on your shoes. “text me if something happens with your ride and i’ll walk you back!”

“bye, fuzen!” you yell back, walking out the door. “love you!”

/// /// ///

maybe… fuzen wasn’t just talking to hear his voice. maybe, there’s a small possibility that you do have a stalker.

you could chalk it all up to your roommate giving you anxiety about the whole situation, or that you’ve had a few too many already. but you can’t deny the fact that from the moment you stepped out of your apartment building until you climbed into your ride’s car, you felt something watching you.

it was a hot gaze, a familiar one. it could’ve been a neighbor, you reasoned to yourself as you waited for kirishima to arrive, and that theory sounded best as you repeated it to yourself at the party, laughing with him and his friends and downing drink after drink. until the chill on the back of your neck reappeared, despite how warm your blood is from the alchol. and no matter how much you looked over your shoulder to try and find some kind of source for it, there just wasn’t anyone there.

“you good?” sero asks when you fail to reply to your name being called.

“huh?” you turn to him to find the whole group looking at you with concern, your face flushes at how ridiculous you must look, being so skittish. “oh, i’m fine,” you force a laugh, hoping it seems genuine. “think i just had a little bit too much.”

“no sweat.” kirishima nods towards the glass door behind him and you try to ignore how sero and denki exchange glances. “let’s go get some air.”

“yeah, okay.” you hope the earth swallows you whole as you follow behind him.

you regret coming, regret not shutting your door while getting ready, regret letting fuzen talk his mouth off at you for so long about it. you’ll chew him out about it tomorrow.

you take a deep breath as you walk out the glass door, kirishima’s large palm rubbing soothingly on your back helps settle the nerves. there’s a comforting warmth that takes over the anxious heat as you lean into him.

“sorry i’m being weird.” you mumble as he guides you into his chest, melting into him and the sound of his steady heart beat.

“you’re fine,” you feel the arm holding his cup raise, the pause between his words meaning his downing the rest of his drink that smells way too strong. “don’t worry about it.”

the two of you sway for a bit, his arms around you and your head on his chest with the muffled music as ambiance.

it could be blamed on the alcohol but in this moment, you’re thankful you have kirishima. thankful for how it took absolutely no time at all for you to get comfortable with him, how it felt like an instant connection when he silently prompted the two of you to play tictactoe in the margine of your notes. something that quickly snowballed from passing messages to walking you back to your dorm, and then hang outs as his frat house.

he’s always offered himself as a stress relief for you, making sure you’re comfortable while you’re with him and pressing you about it any time that you seemed tense. there’s been a few awkward moments where you thought he’d tried making a pass at you but he’s always been quick to clarify. plus he’s so warm, like… really warm. his arms feel like a blanket around you. god, how is someone so big and bulky also so soft? you could probably fall asleep like this, surrounded by him.

“hey.” you’re pulled from your thoughts, and from where you were tucked into him. “you knocking out on me?”

“sorry.” you giggle, at his ever playful expression. “you’re just so comfortable.”

the smirk on his face is a harmless one, you think. and it’s awfully pretty.

“bakugou needs me at the beer pong table.”

“i don’t need you, fucker.” you hear the blonde shout from where he stands at the door. did he yell at him before too? “they just don’t want me to embarrass them by beating their asses by myself.”

kirishima laughs. ”you stayin’ out here?” you hesitate, but nod. you feel better, but the thought of facing his friends again so fast is a little too intimidating. “i wont let anyone come out here and fuck with you.” he squeezes your hip before chasing his friend inside. “come watch me when you’re ready!” the redhead calls to you from where he now hangs out the door, his toothy grin clear as day even from this distance.

you only wave back, your dizziness telling you it’s not a good idea to raise your voice right now.

you let yourself stumble back against the wall before pulling your phone out. you try three times to call fuzen and it immediately cancels before you realize you have no service where you’re standing. you curse under your breath as you push off the bricks and force your legs to carry you around the corner of the house. finally a full bar of service, you have to focus on the blurry phone icon while your thumb finds its way there.

why is everything so hard?

you manage to fumble your phone before you’re able to start the call. it feels like there’s a brick in your skull with how heavy your head becomes as you bend over to reach for the device. just as your finger tips touch your screen, there’s big, rough ones which grab at your hips. you don’t have time to scream before your arm is wound behind your back and used to press you against the brick of the house. you lose any hope of grabbing your phone and yelp as your chest and cheek sting at the harsh contact. your vision spins as you blink in the dim light, you can’t even make out the shape of the person behind you.

”don’t scream.” the stranger speaks in your ear, though slightly muffled, it still makes you freeze all the same. the adrenaline delays the recognition of the cold blade at your back, a knife. how were those girls killed again? you immediately nod, further scraping yours skin against the jagged edges of the brick. fear courses through your veins as he takes hold of your free arm and brings it back with the other, wrapping a large hand around both to keep them in place.

you try to plead with him when his knife moves from your back, the threat of it gone, or maybe all the alcohol making you bold enough to speak.

“i haven’t seen your face.” you whisper, hoping it was low enough for him to allow it. “you don’t have to kill me, you could just let me go.”

“let you go?” he asks, surely it’s your intoxicated mind, but he sounds genuinely confused, almost hurt by your words. “i can’t,” he mutters and you whine as your heart hammers in your chest. “i f-finally have you.” you hear the man sigh behind you before he presses his face into your neck, you can hear the echo in whatever metal he has wrapped over his face as he inhales deep against your skin and your body instantly reacts with chills shooting up your spine. “you smell so good.” he begins to pant as his free hand gropes at your body. “so m-much better than any of them did.”

“please… don’t,” you beg when he reaches your breast, where he squeezes it just enough to hurt before clumsily rubbing his fingers over your nipples through the cloth.

“but i knew you would.” he continues as if you didn’t speak, as if your words don’t matter. “you’re the b-best, the only good one, only you.”

his hand drags from your chest down to your waist where he starts to struggle with your bottoms. and your eyes begin to feel with tears at the inevitable.

“please just let me go.” you try again, hoping for just an ounce of pity. “i really won’t tell anyone.”

“i’m sorry.” his body pressed up against you, shoving you farther into the hard wall, ”i’m sorry, angel,” you finally realize just how much bigger the man is than you. “im just–i can’t stop. i need you.” his grip on your arms disappears as he opts to use his large stature to keep you pinned, with both of his hands to work your bottoms down to your knees before he’s humping against your ass. “i wanted to wait– wanted our first to be special.”

the deadweight feeling at the back of your mind aches to takeover, the dizziness, the fear, the effor it takes for you to just breathe right now it far too much, so you succumb to it all– making you completely helpless. all you can do is stand there and hope he’ll let you go once he’s had his fill. not that it’s easy, there’s bile churning in your stomach when you hear the click of his belt, feel the shuffle of him tugging his own pants down.

you have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from crying when you feel the heat of what has to be his cock prodding between your thighs. the only thing keeping any distance between its heat and your most vulnerable parts is the underwear holding the last bit of your dignity together. but once he wraps his arms around you—which squeeze you so tight you think you’ll burst— and he angles you so your hips stick back enough for him to rub between your thighs while pressing up against your cunt, you’re sure you’ll throw up regardless.

he, however, groans at the contact. “s-so warm.” you can hear him begin to pant as his hips start rhythmically pressing into yours, the force alone enough to jolt your body against the wall. “f-feel so good.” you can taste blood as you hold back your sobs. it feels like an eternity passes, each groan and inhale against your nape makes you more nauseous until your body has had enough.

being pushed too far from the fear, the drinks, and the pain, it causes you to collapse on yourself. everything seems like it fades as you fall slack in the stranger's arms. maybe if you die while unconscious, it’ll be okay. at least you won’t feel the pain.

sounds come in and out like you have bad radio service, your eyes too heavy and body too weak to get a good sense of what’s happening, but you hear—

“t-this? my girlfriend drank too much s-so i’m j-just—“ comes from somewhere around you, somewhere close.

“awww!” you hear, whiney and dragged out from some girl who definitely had more than you tonight. “you’re such a good boyfriend for babysitting.” your heart aches when you try to fight, to move, to scream and you’re far from successful.

“i wish my boyfriend let me drink that much.” if you could just tell one person what’s happening, if you could just show even a little bit of struggle, someone could save you. “you’re even carrying her! so cute!” if someone could just see your face, maybe they’d see that this is not who you arrived with, someone could tell kirishima. “you guys get home safe~!”

you feel like a boulder is set on your chest, the weight of your failure weight bearing on you when everything’s quiet again.

/// /// ///

you don’t know how much time passes before you’re able to bring yourself out of your useless state until you’re finally able to blink your eyes open and take in your surroundings. it’s all blurry at first, but the furniture in your line of sight slowly starts to resemble that of the setup you have in your room. there’s your vanity, your nightstand, this is your comforter, a weak smile works its way onto your lips.

you could cry from the relief. whatever happened, whether it was all a dream or something you won’t be able to remember, you don’t care. you’re home.

you toss your head back into your pillow, taking in a deep breath, catching the smell of what's likely your own sweat before you try to stretch your arms out, the needles stabbing into your hands making you feel the need to shake them to fix your blood flow. but they don’t budge, and the sound of metal clanking makes you shoot your eyes open and then you feel it.

your grogginess to blame for you not being able to the cuffs that encase them before. nor the sinking weight that kneels beside you, a large figure looming over you looking that much more daunting with the light behind him illuminating only his towering figure as he hunches over you, huffing and whining with his cock only inches from your face.

your lips tremble when the false sense of safety washed away and you look up past the movement of his hand, slowly taking in the dark green mess of hair that falls around his face, the chunky metallic mask that causes each of his heavy breaths to be echoed before you meet his eyes, the wide, terrifying green gaze that burns back at you makes you wish you were still unconscious.

“o-oh.” he’s so loud as he shoots out his load across your face and the bare parts of your chest, thick and hot where it lands. you cringe as your name is chanted off his lips and you squeeze your eyes and mouth closed, not wanting to let yourself be any more violated than you already feel. your head pounds as you feel the urge to cry, but you can’t seem to force yourself to.

“i didn’t—i didn’t finish earlier,” you hear him mutter above you, “and it hurt—looking at you,” a hand smoothes along your hairline, making you jump at the contact, and he retracts. “s-sorry… you’re just… so pretty.”

“can i…” he starts and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to answer if he actually asks you a question. “can i take a picture? it’ll only be for me, i promise.”

“please…” your voice is weak and you have to try and gather some spit to swallow to allow yourself any more volume. “don’t…” your request is sure to be ignored, he’s seemed to do whatever else he’s liked.

“you’re r-right,” you feel the mattress rise once he disappears from beside you, “another time.”

you try to test your voice again, you’re not sure how long it’s been since what you can last remember, but if fuzen wasn’t on patrol, he’d be in bed. if only you could scream.

“i’ll clean you up, is that o-okay?” you don’t reply, only tense when the warm cloth wipes at your skin. “sorry, again. i feel like such a pervert.”

you open your eyes again once they’re clean, and staring at your curtains, you try to think. you can’t even speak, can’t move, can’t fight. how long are you going to be so helpless?

“are you okay? i know i probably scared you…” you wish you could scoff. “could you at least look at me?”

you don’t move to face him, not wanting to look into those horrifying eyes again. just the thought of him, next to you now, staring at you with them makes you shudder with fear.

“look at me.” he grips your jaw, reminding you how big his hands are as he forces you to turn towards him. you avoid meeting his gaze. not wanting to know if it’s just as piercing as before, instead, you take in the green mess of curls, how they stick about and fall into his face. you can see him staring at you, but still, skip over making eye contact and make out the freckles at peek out from behind the metallic mask that seems to be slipping, making you close your eyes again.

if there was any small chance of you getting out of here alive, there’s no way you can see his face.

“hey–”

“your mask,” you whisper, and his grip loosens as soon as you speak.

“oh,” he mumbles back. you can hear what you guess is him toying with it, but you realize as you peek up, was him removing it. “guess i don’t need this.”

with his face fully revealed, you can feel yourself sinking into acceptance of your fate.

“you’re staring…” you can visibly see him swallow, his eyes darting between yours and the floor. “am i attractive?” a soft smile grows on his lips at him complimenting himself as if you’d really said it. “i’m happy you think so.”

“i have a roommate,” you speak, voice cracking.

“what?” his eyebrows drawn together, face set in a scowl before he pushes himself from your bed. “you need some water.”

“he’s a hero.” you try again, even as he walks away and you’re sure you’re out of earshot. “a strong one, and he’ll be home soon.” you pick your head up to watch him throw the door open, and all of your hope for your roommate saving you drains as you stare down a hallway that doesn’t belong in your apartment; you’re not home…

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