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Summary: You made a lot mistakes in your new job, but do you regret them? Nope, not a bit. But who can blame you for it? If you wouldn't have done them, you never would have met this pretty boy.

Remember: German Grammar is a lot different then English grammar. I apologize for any mistakes.

Pairing: Francis Mosses (doppelganger) x gn! Reader

(A/N): I usually write for mha, but this men dominates my fyp on TikTok and I can't stop grinning like an idiot about all this fanarts. My men is just too attractive for his own good. Nevertheless, Tumblr has too few fanfictions for him, so I had to do it myself. Still, I am not that proud about how it turned out. It certainly sounded better in my head, but I don't care. One shitty fanficion is better than none.

Art by @asteriscks on TikTok

This game is not mine, but Ignacio Alvarado. I also used phrases from the game.

Mistakes? Yes, but no regrets.

It's been a week since you started working for D.D.D as a doorman. 

You can remember your first day so well, it could have been yesterday. 

Well... probably because your life is constantly at stake. 

_

It started with a mistake that you ended up here. It was completely unexpected since you always made sure, that you sent your rent to the right account. 

Surely no one can blame you for a small typo, right?

Well, your landlord, who kept pounding on your door until you woke up, surely did.

"What?" you asked, annoyed, as you opened the door.

"When do you plan to finally pay your bill? The date has already been overdue for two weeks!" he complains. 

What?

"Sorry, but I've already transferred my money to you."

"Well, I didn't get anything. Do you still have the receipt for the transfer?"

"No..."

You already knew what that meant: double payment.

"Look, today, I'll transfer it to your account again, okay? If it doesn't work this time, it's not my fault."

You were about to close the door, but your landlord had other plans when he held the door open with his foot.

 "No no no. You will give me the money now. I don’t trust you. Why would you transfer it to me today, when it should have happened two weeks ago. You will give it to me now."

Your eyes widened. 

Now?

"But I don't have that much money in my hand? Who's got that?"

"Then I'll have to kick you out for now. But don't worry, no one is going to buy an apartment here anytime soon, so you can move right back in as soon as you give me the money."

Staring stunned at his smiling face you could have sworn you were about to hit him. 

"The keys?" 

With watery eyes, you grabbed your keys, placed them in his outstretched hand, and frowned.

What kind of person had such sharp fingernails as he does?  

You were sure that he could definitely have stabbed someone with them.

Thank God, I didn't hit him. 

"When do you plan to give me the money? I've heard that all banks closed today. Some kind of holiday among them, I've heard."

What!?

How were you going to get through the day today? You intentionally left everything in your apartment since you were so sure that you could have given the money to your landlord in a matter of minutes. 

"You’re telling me this now!?"

"If you had paid, you wouldn’t need to know." 

That filthy bastard.

No matter how angry you were at that moment, your panic was overweighting.  

What were you going to do now? 

Shit.

"Man, I really wouldn't want to be in your situation...", the landlord murmured.

Fuck the nails- This guy deserves a punch.

Just as you raised your fist, he speaks again.

"But maybe we can agree on something.

Then you stopped. 

"The D.D.D., which is responsible for the safety of all residents in this area, is looking for doormans. Ours has recently...quitted, which is why we are urgently looking for one. They pay three times the amount of your rent in a week. If you take the job, I can overlook your sloppiness this time."

Three times your rent? In a week? And for what? To sit there and check a few documents. You'd be crazy not to take the offer! 

"Okay. I'll do it. Where can I apply?"

"Don't worry, I'll sort it out for you. Tomorrow, you can start”

_

Looking back, it should have been clear to you that something was wrong. Starting with the sudden his sudden threat, the fingernails and this stupid story about the holiday of the banks. 

Maybe it was just because you were too panicked at that moment to think rationally.

But let’s be true here: when are you thinking rationally? If you did, you would certainly have quitted after your first day.

_

"Welcome and congratulations on your new job."

After watching the short video, a man in the yellow suit came to your window. You are so shocked that you can’t even answer.

I'm going to die today!

After all, you know it yourself: you're too gullible for the job. There's no chance you'll unmask a doppelganger who copies someone well.

“As you could see on the introductory film, your job is to verify the entry of the neighbors of your building. Each day there will be a list of individuals who will request entry to the building. It is possible that there are individuals who request entry and aren’t on the list. In which case you will mark on the checklist that they are not on the list and proceed to question the individual. Also, you must verify that the ID and the entry reqest are correct and have the respective D.D.D. logo. Don’t forget to also check the expiration on the IDs. Remember it’s Febuary 1955."

Your gaze wanders to the note that was stuck to the wall. 

Arnold Schmicht F02 – 01

Anastacha Mikaelys F02 – 04

Robertsky Peachman F01 – 02

Steven Rudboys F03 – 03 

Mia Stone F03 – 01

Rafttellyn Cappuccin F03 – 04

Admittedly, you don't know any of your neighbors, neither by character nor really by sight. You were never the type to care about your neighbors. 

"I wish you good luck."

C’mon Reader, be like Henry…

But better.

The first inhabitant was Mia Stone and you already started to sweat.

"Good evening."

Was she real? Was she a doppelganger? 

With shaky hands, you reached for her ID and entry pass, only to find that everything was fine. She was also on today's list and her appearance doesn't show any deviations either, right?

Just to be sure, you looked into the folder that described her appearance: 

Long hair

Small round nose

She has freckles

...

...

...

Freckles?

Your eyes wandered again to the woman in front of you, who was waiting patiently behind the window. 

You narrowed your eyes a little and leaned forward to get a better view of her.

No matter how long you stared at her, you didn't see them, her freckles. 

"You look different...", you murmur after a while.

"What's wrong with my appearance? I think everything is fine with my appearance."

Her photo on her ID and Entry Pass both have no freckles. 

Perhaps a mistake on the part of the D.D.D.? 

You're about to press the green button, but then you see her grinning slightly out of the corner of your eye. 

Shit. 

She almost had you. You're really not made for this job.

Your hand slammed hard against the red button, causing the siren to blare and the metal window to crash down. 

"3312," you murmur to yourself.

"You have contacted the D.D.D.. A group of agents has been sent to your building. Please wait for the cleaning protocol to run."

Cleaning protocol? 

What happens to those who were cleaned? They certainly won't be killed, will they? 

What if they will?

What if your judgment was wrong?

What if...

Your thoughts were interrupted as the siren fell silent and the metal window went up, only to reveal the yellow man.

"Cleaning protocol completed. You can continue your job."

It took a while until someone finally came again. 

This time, your heart was pounding faster. Significantly faster. And this time, you can't even say for sure that it's all out of fear. 

Milkman...

You definitely can't deny it: he's probably one of the most attractive men you've ever seen. 

You don't even have to look at today's checklist to tell he's not on it – a face like his would have caught your eye right away. 

"Francis Mosses, huh?" you murmured to yourself as you looked at his ID. "You're not on today's list."

"I’m not on today’s list because I had to leave due to an emergency."

Long nose

Thin chin

Tired eyes

Short hair

Wears a hat

It all fit. The only thing left now was a call. 

Just as you began to spin the wheel of the phone, he said, "You're new here, aren't you? I've never seen you here before."

"Yes, today is my first day."

"Must be hard, huh? I've heard that more and more doppelgangers are appearing and they are becoming more and more error-free. It would be a shame if such a pretty face as yours were to disappear forever."

Your cheeks turn red and suddenly you feel shyer than you actually are.

"B-But your job has to be hard as well. I didn't think that being a milkman would rob you so much sleep."

Francis smiles a little. So little that you almost didn't see it at all.

"It's not. I just stay up for a very long time. If you like, I can bring you some milk sometime. It's refreshing, calms the nerves."

You bite your lip slightly when you have to refrain from a question.

What milk do you mean exactly?

My God, why were you just such a sucker for handsome men?

"I'd be delighted, Francis."

You talked to him for a while and you quickly forgot that you were actually going to call someone. 

"I'd like to talk to you more, but I don't want to stop you from your work. I'll see you tomorrow, right, Reader?"

And you quickly forgot that you never told him your name. 

You pressed the green button.

_

"Shh," whispered the voice of Francis next to your ear. 

It was your third day, your third time to change shift.

Well, it usually would have been.

Your vision and mouth were blocked by the bloody hands of the doppelganger who claimed to be Francis.

He had killed the doorman, that should have taken over your shift.

You had to admit, that you were more than inconsiderate. After all, you didn't ask for his entry pass, nor the reason why he wasn't on today's list.  

"I'll let you go now, yeah? No wrong move, okay?"

He laughed softly as he released his hands from you and turned your chair, so you were facing him. 

"We don't want to hurt you, do we, Reader?"

The sentence shouldn't have given you hope, because after all, you were more than sure that you were going to die one way or another.

Maybe you should have shown a little resistance. For your honor, but....

Oh?

He is so close to you that you can practically feel his body heat. Or was it your own? Your face, despite your situation, was burning. 

Even though he said he was letting you go, his hands ran over your body and you couldn't deny that it did something to you. 

Were you so shameful?

"Actually, I wanted to wait, but I couldn't take it anymore.  I've been patient long enough, haven't I? It was so much work for me, to let you get this job."

You didn't know what to say. Honestly, you didn't know if you would even be able to answer him. 

His breath touched your throat as he spoke, "I think I deserve this, don't I? What do you say, Reader? Do I deserve my reward?”

If you were going to die anyway, why not enjoy the last few minutes?

Regardless of whether he was a doppelganger, he had lived up to his title as "Mlikman" that night.

_

"You killed the real Francis Mosses?" you asked the next day. 

Francis grins, almost so much so that his real form was threatening to show itself.

"Yes, of course. What would have happened if he had come before me? You would have sent the D.D.D. after me."

Well, he had a point, huh?

No matter how wrong it was, you were glad it didn't come to that. 

You didn't know the real Francis Mosses. That's probably why his death was so insignificant to you.

"Have you killed more people?"

"Just more doppelgangers you let through."

Your eyes widened. 

You were so sure you caught them all. The false success was the reason why you didn't quit…well, it was one of the reasons.

"How many have I let through?"

Francis just continues to wear his smirk as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't rack your pretty head over it, okay?"

You just nod, smiling.

"Are you going to kill others...?

You don't know why you added your next question. Probably because you wanted to feel special. 

"Would you kill for me?"

"Hooooonn"

When you turn your gaze to his face, two white pupils stared at you and his grin is inhumanly wide and black. 

You don't know if it's joyful or sadistic, but it definitely made you feel special.

_

Looking back, you made more than a few mistakes. 

But honestly? 

You don't regret a single one of them. After all, all of them have led to an all-too-familiar knock on your window.

When you look up, he waves, the milkman. 

[zentraex]

Wishing on World Wish Day is a funny thought. Magic doesn’t exist in our world. Still, trying doesn’t hurt, right? Maybe your favourite fictional character comes to life?

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

Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, Yandere, Mentioning of Masturbation, Stalking

From Another World

Monday, 29. April 2024

Dear Diary,

Today is World Wish Day. Normally, I don't believe in that, but what's wrong with giving it a try, right? After all, no one will know but you, so it's worth a try, even if it's just for fun.

I'm totally obsessed with this anime: "My Hero Academia". It's been a long time since I've watched the anime and yet I can't stop throwing my money out the window for merch. After all this time, I still read fanfictions about Katsuki. I wish someone like him would exist in real life, or better yet, he would exist, explicitly. Do you think he'd like me then? I hope so. I like him so much that my heart wouldn't take it if he hated me.

With red cheeks, you close the book and grin to yourself. It's a silly entry, but you still love to think about "what if..." situations.

And what better day to try than World Wish Day?

Maybe, just maybe, the wish will come true after all.

You giggle again, what a stupid thought.

_

A loud noise that you can't assign wakes you up the next day. Tired, you rub your eyes and glance at your phone's clock.

It's an hour before your alarm goes off and you need to get ready for school. Smiling, you lie down again, but the rumbling in your apartment startles you up.

Your parents are on vacation and you should be alone.

A burglar...

is your first thought. Your heart pounds against your chest as you reach for the baseball bat in your closet. It was a gift from your childhood friend. You don't have any contact with them anymore, but you find it difficult to detach yourself from things.

Who would have thought that it could be of use after all?

The sleepiness is completely gone and adrenaline is pumping in your veins. Completely in a state of euphoria, you are not even silent as you rush into the living room, club firmly in your grip and ready to strike.

Of course, the burglar notices you. Your footsteps are not quiet. But don't worry, someone like him would even notice you if you sneaked up.

It's dark, you can only vaguely see his head turned in your direction.

You swing with full power...

...

...

...

... but suddenly it explodes, your bat. The blast causes you to fall back to the floor of your room and the smell of smoke blocks your nasal cavities. Your breath is shaking and your body trembles.

Was the explosion real?

You don't even have time to think about it, because a few milliseconds after your impact, the burglar grabs you by the face and pushes your upper body down. You can feel how he puts pressure on your body with his legs, not only immobilizing you completely, but also causing you immense pain.

What do you do in such a situation?

Right! Crying and begging.

"T-Take what you want," you begin as fat balls of water flow through your face. "Just not the family pictures, my mother is very attached to them. Please don't take my beloved father's trophy either, he's so proud of them," you sniff. "A-and please don't take the necklace in my jewelry box. It's a family heirloom."

The otherwise silent room fills itself with your sobs as you tell him about the things that are worth so much to you and your family. He doesn't say anything.

You're scared. Your field of vision is blocked by his hand, it stinks of smoke, you are immobilized and everything hurts. All the while, the burglar is silent.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he says after a while.

"Huh?"

The grip on your face comes loose and your watery eyes show you a blurry gray vision of a man. His voice sounds like Bakugou's.

"You kidnapped me, why are you begging like a baby now?"

It takes a while for you to be able to process the info. The last heavy drops roll down your cheeks and your vision are clearing. There is a man in front of you and he has light, spiky hair and a prominent face that you would recognize anywhere.

"B-Bakugou?" it slips out of you. "A Bakugou cosplayer?"

He looks and sounds one-on-one like Bakugou, your beloved anime character.

At the mention of his name, his grips tighten again, eliciting a whimper from you.

"I'll give you ten seconds. Tell me who you are and how you know my name. Why am I here?"

"I-I'm Reader a-and I know the character you're cosplaying because I'm a huge fan of him, a-"

He interrupts you by putting a hand on your mouth.

"Figure that I cosplay? I'm real."

Shit, I'm dying at the hands of a maniac...

He looks at you for a while before speaking again.

"I'm going to let you go now, turn on the lights. Don't do shit, you’ll regret it."

He doesn't let go of you until you nod. For the first time, you can breathe properly, but your limbs still hurt unbearably. On shaky legs, you walk to the light switch and then turn towards the person.

Now that you can see it closely, you notice that he looks like the real Bakugou down to the smallest detail.

Crazy...

When you look into his eyes, you notice how he looks around the room. Your whole walls are full of him, your bed is full of plushies, and your closets have a whole bunch of Bakugou figurines. Even your pajamas have a Bakugou pattern.

"Are you a stalker? Shit, ended up with a lunatic."

"What? No! I'm just a huge fan of him."

He then just clicks his tongue and crosses his arms.

"Stop talking like I'm not real."

In the meantime, your pulse has regulated itself again. Maybe that's why you find the courage to raise your eyebrows skeptically and cross your arms.

"No, you're not. Bakugou is a fictional character. You really need to get help, my friend."

Then he says with gnashing teeth: "No, I'm not."

"Oh, yes? How do you think I get all the close-ups of you?"

He seems to pause and steps closer to the images. His gaze scans them all: the moment he collapsed in front of Deku after fighting him, when he was kidnapped by the League of Villains and sat tied up in a chair, when he fought Deku and Ochako with Ida on the team, and many more. More precisely, all the defining moments of his life are glued to your wall, just not from his perspective.

He has to swallow as he lets it sink in.

Could you be telling the truth?

No way, right? He experienced it! He can feel and think, how can he be fictional?

But then why do you have all these memories?

Suddenly, he is plagued by a headache and nausea almost makes him spit up.

Was his life just a show for people like you? Was it never about saving lives? To be a hero? All his work, courage, heroic deeds were not self-willed, but written by someone?

But he's here now, isn't he? He's made it to the real world, so he's thinking for himself now, isn't he?

But how did he do it?

His gaze wanders to you, who looks at him expectantly.

It must have something to do with you. After all, he's in your house for a reason, right?

Did you bring him to life?

"Look, I'm serious. I'm real. The explosion earlier, can anyone else do that?"

Your eyes widen, you've totally forgotten about it in the heat of the moment. A normal person can't do that, so how did he do it?

You are silent and your silence gives him the answer he needs.

"See? Maybe I was fictional, but you must have brought me here somehow."

Me?

Your gaze wanders to your journal and the idea that your wish has come true pops up.

Can it be?

Impossible...

It was just a stupid thought, a little joke to yourself. Magic doesn't exist in your world, but how do you explain this situation?

Suddenly, your heart is beating like crazy and your body is getting all hippy.

Bakugou Katsuki? Real? In your house?

However, the fan-girl in you only comes out briefly when you realize that you're not just standing in front of your big hero in your pajamas, but he's standing in your fan-girl room.

You can't even put into words the shame you suddenly feel when the blush goes to your head.

"S-So you're real, huh?" you say quietly. "That's cool."

Nervously, you play with your sweaty fingers and quickly realize how overwhelmed you actually are.

What are you doing now? What's the best way to deal with the situation?

"What do we do now? My parents are on vacation, so you can't stay here forever."

He frowns thoughtfully and asks, "How long are they on vacation?"

"Four days to go. I don't know if that's enough to find a way to bring you back to your world...", you murmur.

Bakugou pauses for a moment.

His world, huh? The world in which he is only fictional, controlled by the ideas of a stranger.

Does he really want that?

_

By now you're at school and Bakugou is alone in your house, bored. The TV program only brings junk, which is why his gaze wanders around your room all the time – nothing better to do anyway.

Something has been confusing him since the beginning of his arrival...

This strange feeling...

This feeling of...

Pride?

Proud that he is being loved here like this. Of course, in his world he also had fans, but no real ones. It elicits a grin full of arrogance from him.

He wants to feel it, recognition, appreciation, love.

Without much thought, he goes out and runs in any direction.

You are home in a series of apartment blocks close to the city center. So, it doesn't take long until he hears the first people talking about him.

"Oh my God, look at this Bakugou cosplay! How good is that?"

"How well taken!"

"Can I take a picture with you?"

This goes on all the time.

In the beginning it feels good, very good.

But...

Something is bothering him....

That he is not recognized as himself, but only as a costume. He puts his hands in his pocket and walks back with an annoyed expression. Almost at your apartment block, you run into him.

While he remains as still as a board, you almost fall over when you two collide.

"Bakugou!" you breathe a sigh of relief. You look like you've been scared, your skin sweaty and your eyes wide open. "I thought you didn't like it with me or something..."

Something is happening in him again.

He can't even describe this feeling...

No matter what it is, he likes it, very much and he has to pull himself together so that he doesn't start grinning.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I've had a look around here."

You smile and nod in understanding. In the meantime, you have calmed down and can think clearly again.

"I wanted to go to the library today and see if there are some solutions to bring you back. Do you want to come with me?"

Then his brow furrows again and he clicks his tongue.

"I don't have time for that."

Instead of being sad about the answer, you have to giggle. You've already expected such an answer, after all, you know him – and you love him just the way he is.

"That's okay. Here's the key to getting up. I'll see you later."

Deep down, he hopes you can't find a way to bring him back to his world.

_

You didn't find a way, not even for the next four days. Your only guess is that you'll have to wish him back next year on World Wish Day.

Hopefully this will work out...

As much as you like him, your favorite character doesn't belong to your world. Here, he has no IDs, people only know him as a character, he can't live the life as a hero that he wants to and he doesn't have a place to stay.

His life would be a disaster here and you don't wish that for him.

But how do I make it possible for him to live here for a year?

Your front door rings and your face turns pale.

Your parents...

As you walk to your door with your legs shaking like crazy, you swear your heart stopped for a second.

"Reader, you should have told us about the current situation!"

...

"And you could have introduced us to your boyfriend earlier!"

What?

Your gaze wanders to Bakugou, who smirks at you while your mother hugs him.

"My poor son-in-law, you were afraid of ending up on the street after your parents died."

Your father puts a hand on Bakugou's shoulder.

"As long as you continue to treat my daughter well, you can stay here for eternity, Mania."

_

"I found someone on the internet who would fake all this paperwork," Bakugou says.

"Yes? This is good. Do you want me to come with you?"

He shakes his head.

"No, it's too dangerous."

You just nod silently, and turn to your wall.

Sighing, you begin to tear down the pictures on your wall.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to rip it all of. It's certainly creepy for you to see all the photos of you. You live here and I want you to feel comfortable."

"It doesn't bother me."

Surprised, you turn to him.

"Sure?"

"Yes."

You gaze at his laid-back form, missing out on his racing heart.

For some reason, he didn't like it.

For some reason, he panicked.

For some reason, he had started taking pictures of you as well...

_

"Today is your first day of school, excited?"

"No."

"Not a bit?"

"No."

"Not even a little bit?"

This time, you only get an annoyed look in response, after which you just laugh.

Bakugou then turns his gaze to the ground and fights the flush of his cheeks with a frown.

No matter how grumpy or negative he reacts, you always seem to be smiling.

He's noticed how well you seem to know him.

"You don't mean it."

And every time you were right.

No matter what he did, you always seem to like it.

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

At school, he quickly realizes that you're incredibly popular.

Especially the boys seem to like you a lot...

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

Since he's been in your world, he feels less and less like a hero...

When you leave the house, he follows you in the shadwos. The fear that something could happen to you is so big that he wants to lock you up...

He takes pictures of you all the time. If you take a shower, he'll sneak in and steal a few moments, only to be able to blow off steam later.

When you're sleeping, he lies down next to you without you knowing.

He takes advantage of your ignorant parents to be able to play "couple" with you.

Maybe that's his true self?

His gaze darkens as a classmate embraces you.

Bloodlust leaves him thirsty for violence.

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

He’s sure you'll accept it that way as well.

[zentraex]

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

Trigger Warnings: death, murder, yandere, slight mention of: masturbation, stalking

Pairings: Yandere! Deku x f! Reader

Hero?

Love knows no limits. 

Is that really the case?

Are his haunting gazes, footsteps, thoughts normal? Is he really normal?

You can't help your feelings.

So... Is it okay as long as he does it out of love? 

Are his photo collections, notebooks and his shrine, okay? Is it really, okay?

You should not be ashamed of your feelings.

Reader...

Greedy nose in her underwear, love-soaked gaze fixed at the photos, eager hand in his pants. 

How many times does one look at her make him hard? 

I love you....

He would do anything for her. 

His childhood dream of becoming a hero? To save people with a smile?

Forget everything. Erase it!

For her, he becomes a villain. Kills anyone who does anything to her, talks to her, or looks at her the wrong way, with the widest smile on his face. Merciless, even finds joy in it. 

He can't remember when he laughed as loudly as he does now. 

This bastard...

He was her best friend, had a crush on her. Always put himself between the two, he warned her about him. 

Poor darling, didn't know anything about it. 

It's not her fault. Never her fault. 

Love knows no limits. 

That's why he disposes of this plague for her. 

You can't help your feelings.

That's why it's okay for him to feel bloodlust.

You should not be ashamed of your feelings.

That's why his eyes are big with joy, his mouth contorted to a grin. 

That's why he stabs. 

Again

And again

And again

Until you can't recognize him anymore. Until you can't call him human anymore. Until you can only call it a pile full of pieces of meat. 

That's why he exhales in satisfaction, in the bloodbath.

And laughs. Louder than ever in his life. 

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Masterlist

If you have any request: I am not sure what I will write for. So, you can request anything regarding MHA for now. No platonic though.

➪ Requests are open

I am actually from Germany. So, English is not my first language and German grammar is a lot different than English grammar. I apologize for any mistakes.

You are welcome to leave a like or reblog :)

!EVERYTHING IS YANDERE!

Hero?

Escape-Experience

False Hopes

Escape-Experience

From Another World

Headcanon

Escape-Experience

Perfect Finace (cheater! Shoto)

I hate you (Mafia Boss! Aizawa)

Obsession (Fanfiction)

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

Trigger warnings: yandere, kinda forced relationship

Pairings: Yandere! Bakugou x f! Reader

False Hopes

It was a typical autumn day. The green leaves have changed color: yellow, orange, red and dry brittle brown. One by one, they leave the tree, leaving it naked and bare. The sun starts to disappear behind the horizon, behind the thickening clouds, showing the world its last rays of sunshine for the slowly ending day. 

She also says goodbye to the couple, who are enjoying a date at the young man's house. 

"I have to admit, I'm surprised. When you told me to come, I didn't expect anything like this. Especially not from you," she says, a sly grin on her lips. 

He copies her grin as he speaks, "It wouldn't be a surprise if you could have guessed it."

"True, True," she says and sits down. The covered table is bursting with romance. Romance that she only knows from books. 

Who would have thought that she would be one of the lucky ones to get such a dream come true?

"Do you like it?" he asks, his eyes reflecting a hint of nervousness. Hers are sparkling, looking directly into his, seeing right through him.

"Who knows?" she teases him. However, he can see right through them as well and reads the actual answer from her eyes.  

His heart beats faster, drops of sweat run down his forehead, and his foot hurriedly taps the ground. His gaze drifts to his plate. Each time, she triggers these overwhelming feelings in him.

From the first time he saw her, the first time he spoke to her, and the first time he touched her. 

At first, he hated this attraction and these new feelings, but now he finds himself thirsting for more and more of it... demanding.

He wants more, needs more.

Not seeing her makes him starve.

His gaze wanders back to her.

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Should he dare? 

She feels the same, why should she object to that?

The sun has now been swallowed up by grey clouds. A light drizzle patters against the window.

"Bakugou..."

"Huh?"

"What are we to each other?"

He raises an eyebrow, leans back, and crosses his arms. 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what's our relationship status? We always do so much together and I feel like there's more to it than just friendship."

Oh.

Friendship?

He laughs. 

"Friendship? You saw us as friends?"

Her gaze becomes uncertain, her smile fades. 

"All the dates, this here... Did you really think I would do this for simple friends?"

"No, but-"

He gets up abruptly, interrupting her.

In the meantime, the rain has become stronger and the heavy drops clank loudly against the window.

"You're my girlfriend, of course," he says, walking up to her. 

Her body tenses as he stands directly in front of her seated form. He looks terrifying, gives her a feeling of...

Fear.

Fear? From Bakugou? Her crush? 

Her heart beats faster, drops of sweat run down her forehead, and her foot hurriedly taps the ground. Her gaze drifts to her plate. 

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

The food is cold. 

"Look at me!" he says, his voice deep, vibrating with anger and disappointment. She flinches, looks at him slowly. He sees her fear.

"You're my girlfriend," he repeats. "Whether you like it or not." 

Her mouth opens.

...

But nothing comes out of it.

His hand moves in her direction. She leans away, falls, but supports herself in time. 

With trembling legs, she stands up and both stare at each other. 

BA-DUM

BA-DUM

 BA-DUM It's instinct that she runs away. She didn't even think about it. From the living room into the narrow hallway. 

He follows her, slowly.

She grasps the door handle and pushes it down. 

There is lightning, then thunder. Outside, there is a strong storm. 

Yes, things like her dreams only exist in books. 

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Hey this is from the person who requested the yandere todoroki and I am here to say that your English is good. I’m also not a native speaker of English and is in fact not my first language

Thank you very much! This means a lot to me :) You also asked for a part 2, but I won't write one, sorry. I am big fan of open endings, I hope you are not upset about it.

I had a lot of fun with your request, so thank you very much again!

[zentraex]

hello can give yandere todoroki shoto x fem reader headcanons please

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! This is my first head canon actually. I am kinda unfamiliar with this...so, I kinda mixed it with my usual writing style. I hope you are okay with this.

There is also something I am not quite sure about... I used a saying in German: "Was ich nicht weiß, macht mich nicht heiß." It's kinda this, "As long as I don't now about it, I won't get mad." I searched for a translation in English and found a solution... I guess. I hope I used the English version right.

Like usual: English Grammar is a lot different then German Grammar, sorry for any mistakes.

Yandere Shoto Todoroki Headcanon

Shoto is technically the perfect Yandere

technically...

His feelings would not bloom from one day to the next 

It would start with a fleeting glance, then a few more glances 

At first, you are simply....

Interesting

The few glances quickly become analyzing, pursuing 

Your way is just enchanting for him, he wants to see everything from you

Your beaming smile, your sparkling eyes, your different facial expressions...

oh, everything about you makes his heart beat so fast

Poor boy...

Growing up in a family that couldn't show him what love is, he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings

How is he supposed to behave?

What do you do when you're in love?

Hmm..., if you're on your own...

He would look for advice on the Internet and try to apply them

He really tries his best

Charming smile, warm eyes

Who would be able to resist such a person? 

Like the song of a siren or the scent of the Venus Flytrap, he lures you with his prince-like behavior 

And you fall in, like a sailor, like a fly

At first everything is okay, fresh in a relationship, you don't see the red flags

But...

Your friends are taking your time to much, huh?

Shouldn't you be with Shoto? With your boyfriend?

The boys talk to you way too flirty, why don't you ignore them? You belong to Shoto! 

Jealousy... what a strong emotion

What a great boyfriend, accompanies you everywhere. You don't want to? 

Well, what the eye don’t see, the heart does not grieve over, does it? 

Someone has to protect you!

There is no stalking... just being overcautious

Your smell is way too intoxicating, did you know how sweet you smell?

Can you blame Shoto for having the urge to take some things with him?

He just can't resist some lusts

Don't worry about the missing clothes, Shoto will buy you new ones

But do you want all this?

First of all, no way, his whole way is way too suffocating for you

But for Shoto you are his whole world, he can't let you go!

It happens the night after your breakup: kidnapping 

Unlike other yandere, Shoto would never hurt you or force his sexual desire on you

Never...

But that doesn't change his thirst for love

... even if he has to guilt trip you for it

[zentraex]

Can I please request yandere cheater shoto x fiancé reader, where shoto cheats on the reader to spite his father. They are in a quirk marriage and shoto hates that despite the reader trying to be the perfect spouse for him as the reader does house chores and prepares his meals only for shoto to neglect them and coldly dismisses them.

Hi! So, thank you very much for your request! I actually had some big problems with the yandere-part, but I hope it still fits somehow.

Like always: English grammar is different than German grammar. Sorry for any mistakes. :)

Perfect Fiancé

You were the perfect fiancée...theoretically

A hard day full of work? No problem, you took all the things in the household for him.

A villain injured him? No problem, you knew immediately what helped for fast healing.

Shoto needed support in a battle? No problem, you were one of the best heroes.

Shoto needed love?

…

…

…

Your quirk was incredibly strong and quite adaptable. That was also the reason why Endeavour became aware of you. A few meetings with your parents, a few nice words and the matter was decided: you were to become Shoto's wife. 

You cried so much that day. At that time, you still had a boyfriend: the best of them all. He was perfect, no one knew you better than him. Who would have thought that you would ever have to part with him?

Not because of a fight.

Not because of fading love. 

And also, not because he cheated.

No, it was because of the decision of higher powers. 

But you were a positive person. 

Make the most of it! Maybe he's quite nice?

Scratch that!

He's the coldest person you know – but you have to get along with him... for your entire life. 

No matter how hard you tried to make life more comfortable for both of you, everything left him cold. You also had the feeling that he hated you more and more from day to day. 

You can feel it especially today...

"I made food. Would you like to come to the dining table?"

No matter how many times his words have hurt you, you always smile at him.

Without looking at you, he replies, "No, I don't want to eat your food."

Ouch.

Your sad gaze wanders to the food. You've been in the kitchen for for the last two hours, on your only day off.

"Are you sure? I put in a lot of effort today."

"No. I don't want to eat it."

He still doesn't look at you, but you can clearly read his annoyed look. Your heart bleeds.

Shit, it hurts so much.

What are you doing wrong? 

Nothing—it's just the fact that Endeavour chose you. Shoto is a defiant little kid and treats you that way for that only reason. Unfortunately, you just don't know...

"Don't you want to try it at least once?"

You immediately notice how the whole room temperature is getting cooler – but nothing beats Shoto's ice-cold gaze. He clicks his tongue and puts his phone aside, straightens up and looks you straight in the eye.

"Are you stupid?"

„W-What?“ 

Your heart pounds painfully against your chest as you look at him in shock.

This time he gets up, walks slowly towards you and stops just a few steps away from you.

"Are you deaf too? I said that I don't want to eat your disgusting food. Do you want me to repeat myself again?"

Tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you shake your head and look at the floor. 

"Why not so from the beginning?"

The corners of his mouth pull up to a mean smile. His gaze lingers at you for a few seconds before he turns away from you and leaves.

Your gaze wanders to the food that is even decorated to match Valentine's Day.

Does he really hate me that much?

Oh yes, you also realize why when you come home from work and hear another woman moaning in your room.

Yes, you and Shoto have separate rooms and he's doing it in yours. 

Crying, you put your things down and go out. Where?

Away, I just want to get away from him!

You don't even know where your feet are taking you. It's only when you realize you're standing in front of your beloved ex-boyfriend's apartment that you realize where you are. 

"Reader?" asks a male voice that you would recognize everywhere. Sniffling, you turn to him and are just happy to fall into his open arms. 

_

At first, Shoto grinned when he heard the door slam. It was exactly as he wanted it to be. Even if you weren't his dad, it still made him feel like he showed him. 

Today he is invited to dinner at Midoriya's. In a good mood, he gets into the car and drives off

…

He almost didn't recognize you as he drove past. You look like different person at the side of...

Who the hell are you?

You and your ex sit on a bench in the park while you eat your ice cream with a big smile and bright eyes. Shoto has never seen such an expression on you. Yes, you smiled, but it never reached your eyes. You always seem… lifeless at his side.

What is that?

His heart feels like it's tearing apart. Why does it feel like it's bothering him? Weird, he doesn't even like you at all...

 He couldn't enjoy dinner. His thoughts kept wandering to you and this uneasy feeling.

_

The next day, Shoto sat down with you at the dining table for the very first time. Far too focused on your phone, you didn't even notice him at first. It's only when he clears his throat that you look at him.

"Is anything?"

"How was your day yesterday?" 

Speechless, you blink a few times. It takes a while for you to process his question. Annoyed, your gaze turns away from him.

"Pretty good."

"Pretty good? You caught me cheating yesterday, how can your day be 'pretty good'!?"

Shoto chews angry on his lower lip as he looks at you with a boiling look in his eyes. All you can do is rub your temples.

"It's yesterday's horse face, isn't it? I'm your fiancé, not him."

Are you serious?

You suppress yourself from saying anything about it and look at him bored. This only seems to make him angrier as he walks to the door and turns his head towards you. 

"I forbid you to see him."

Before you can say anything, he already locked the door behind him.

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Could u do an arrange/forced marriage of aizawa fic please ❤️ (Maybe mafia AU?)

Thank you so much for this request! This is my first one and it made me so happy! I hope I didn't disappointed you or something like that.

Like always, English is not my first language and German grammar is a lot different than English grammar. So, sorry for any mistakes.

Trigger Warnings: forced marriage, slightly yandere, mentioning of a gun

Also, I got an inspiration for the last few sentences from a picture in Pinterest. So, it wasn't really my idea, but fitted really well.

I hate you

The detailed planning should make you feel like you're floating above clouds.  The closer the day gets, the wilder the butterflies should fly in your stomach.

It should be the most beautiful day of your life: your wedding day.

A nightmare. This is a nightmare.

But why is it exactly the opposite for you? 

Locked up in your room, the only retreat you had left until now, the day scratched squeaking at your door. 

You dreaded this day, so much that the nausea in you grew bigger and bigger.

It is the worst day of your life: your wedding day.

Clack

Clack 

Clack

The shackles around your hands are straining at your wrists. Just...what shackles? The ones you imagine?

How could you end up like this?

Your gaze wanders to the empty seats which are reserved for your parents. 

True, they are to blame... Or rather yourself? 

When did it all start?

Your family was a normal baker's family, nothing special. You were happy to follow their footsteps and take over the shop later.

You would have had regular customers, 70% of them would have been old seniors, and you would have chatted happily with them. Who knows, maybe that's how you would have found the love of your life? 

Your future partner wouldn't have wanted anything big, just a few rolls, but he wouldn't have known which ones. You would have advised him and your way of talking and smiling would have charmed him. He would have come again and then more regularly, and slowly, the two of you would be something more.

You've always raved about it. Who would have thought that this dream turned out to be a nightmare? 

Shota Aizawa or Eraser Head as he is called in his mafia group, was actually the one customer, “your true love".

Your parents wanted to have an evening to themselves, so you had to take over the shop. 

"Welcome," you smiled. The man in front of you was tall. His black hair was disheveled and hung down to his shoulders. His red eyes were only half open. He looked like he had been through several sleepless nights. 

"A few bread rolls."

For a moment, there was silence between you as you waited for him to give a more precise order.

"Which ones and how many?"

His tired eyes wandered through the variety of bread rolls your bakery had to offer. 

"Which ones are good?"

A proud grin formed on your lips. 

"I'd say they are all of the best quality, but if you ask me what my favorites are, it's definitely the milk bread rolls."

"Yes, then I'll take those."

You almost sighed out loud.  What was with that guy?

"And how many?"

His eyes glanced briefly at your smile. 

"All of them."

Your eyes widened when you heard this almost absurd order. Unsure, you analyzed the stranger in front of you, only to get a completely serious look in response. 

"Okay... do you want another coffee? You look very tired."

"No, the work just gives me a lot of headaches. That's all."

"Oh, I know that only too well! I always catch my parents feeling exhausted after a day full of work."

The man in front of you raised an eyebrow.  "Your parents?"

"Yes, they own the store. Normally I just help out, but every now and then I get to take over.

The stranger just nodded.

"So, that would be then..."

Your neighborhood was known for having a dangerous mafia group. There were many reasons why, despite all this, so many lived here. One of the reasons was because the rents weren't too high. Aside from that, it was rather on the edge of the town and therefore there was not really anything going on. The neighborhood was peaceful, if the mafia was left out. Most people were always nice to you and only a few were bullies. But the smiling faces could never hide the fear in the eyes of the people. Many shops had to close out of nowhere and many people disappeared suddenly. You could never be sure if someone was a member of the mafia, as no one dared to reveal their identity. 

That's why you didn't recognize him, just like all the other times: the man everyone feared the most. 

How could you? Not even the members of the mafia gang themselves knew what their boss looked like. 

That's why you always greeted him with the widest smile you've had. First week after week and then day after day. A friendly smile quickly turned into a loving one...

"It's funny how long we've known each other and yet I never got your name."

"It's also the first time you've brought it up, Reader. Do you want to know?"

But there is one thing everyone knew about the boss of the mafia... 

"Don't ask if you already know the answer," you answer with a wink.

The name.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your eyes widened and your breath stuck in your throat. 

"W-What? I don't think I got your name right."

Casual as always, he rested his head on his palm and looked at you with a smirk.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your profuse sweating lasted until he left. Did he mean it as a joke? How could you talk so peacefully with a criminal for so long  ?

Even worse, how could you fall in love with someone like that?

Since that day, you had avoided working in the bakery and spent a while in a friend's apartment. Maybe that was the most decisive mistake you made. 

"500,000 Dollar or our store closes? What have we done to make it happen to us?"

Nothing. Your parents had absolutely nothing to do with it. It had been your fault that you had bewitched him and then disappeared. 

"How are we supposed to get so much money together in three days?"

You had ridden your parents into misfortune.

The three days passed slowly. Your family came to terms with the fact that you can't get the money together and so you all just waited for your end. Shota didn't show up during that time either. 

Too your surprise, The boss himself was present at the day of reckoning. This time, Shota was  wearing a suit and his hair was styled back. He was bent forward, his arms resting on his knees, and his hands are intervened. Typical for him are his half-open eyes and the corners of his mouth pulled down. Usually it made you smile, at that time it sent shivers down your spine.

"The money?" he asked. During all this, he hadn't even given you a quick glance.

"Unfortunately, we don't have it. You know-", your father couldn't even finish talking, Shota immediately interrupted him with a shot of his gun. Your breath trembled, and your sweat ran down your face continuously. 

"I don't want to hear excuses," Shota muttered and sighed. "You know what that means?"

None of you cried or pleaded. You have already finished with your lives three days ago.

"Normally, you have to pay with your life..."

That was true. In the best case, one was allowed to die, otherwise most women became prostitutes and men became slaves. It hit you very badly when one were given the title of a pet. You only heard rumors of how one had to eat dog food.

"But I'm generous today." 

 A wide grin suddenly spread across Shota's lips.

"Either the two of you," he said, pointing to your parents, "die or you give me your daughter as a bride. You can even help with the planning."

You didn't even have the right of codecision. It was also the last time you saw your parents. As far as you know, they had packed their things and moved…wherever. 

While Shota was bursting with satisfaction, your world collapsed. 

And this is still the case today.

Why me?

The wedding march in the background, which made you dream of your future in the past, sounds distorted to you, like the music in a horror movie. Even though the walls of the church are colorful, you see them only with a black and white filter.

Why do you progress so fast when you walk as slowly as you can?

Stay away from me, I hate you.

Worst of all, however, is his mangy grin. Everything in you is screaming out to rip it out of his face.

I hate you!

Except for the 4 closest confidants of Shota, there are no other guests. Your parents have received an invitation, but why should they come? 

When you arrive at Shota's side, the first tears roll down your face.

"We have gathered today because Shota Aizawa and Reader want to enter into the covenant of marriage. Love..."

Love? What love?

"... endures everything, believes everything, hopes everything, withstands everything. Love never ends."

No, I hate you. I don't want any of this. 

"And so, we hope that it will succor you."

Your grip on your bouquet crushes the poor plants. 

"So, I ask you, Shota Aizawa, will you honor and love your wife in good and in bad times? So answer with: yes, I do."

I don't want to be honored by you. 

"Yes, I do."

No! I hate you! 

"And so I ask you, reader, will you honor and love your husband in good and in bad times? So answer with: Yes, I do."

No, I don't want to!

No!

No!

No!

There is silence in the room for a moment. The lump in your throat is too big to get it down all by once. Your silence meets the warning gaze of Shota. 

"Yes, I do."

"So now, by virtue of my office, I declare you husband and wife.  You are now allowed to kiss the bride."

You assh*le, wretched b*st*rd. Don't touch me with your disgusting lips!

As soon as his lips touch yours, it feels like a plague is spreading throughout your body.

The ring he puts on you weighs tons, at least that's how it feels. Your skin burns underneath.

"Look, now you're officially mine. You can't imagine how long I've been waiting for this moment."

"A cageed animal is not immediately yours. I'll get away from you."

"We'll see."

[zentraex]

Chapter 7 - It’s okay

Masterlist

After our "date", I never saw Tomura again. Meanwhile, more than a month passed and my apartment is as empty as before his show up.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's not a big deal. Just carry on like before! Keep your head up high! What's so bad about it anyway? Why so sad? It was clear from the beginning: he won't stay.

...

But why do I hope every time I walk into my apartment that he's sitting on the couch, watching the TV, like always?

Why does my heart ache so much when I think about his disappearance? He took everything with him, without saying a single word. Gone, with my keys.

Sighing, I slip out of my comfy clothes and change. Today is Sunday. The fresh air will make my head clear.

As I step out of the door, the sun greets me with its warm ray. Relieved, I take a deep breath. My feet guide me to a small coffee shop in the city center, then through the door and then I'm already sitting on a table next to the window.

Suddenly, my hair on the back of my neck stand up and a shiver runs down my spine. After my date with Tomura, this became a regular thing. I told myself, that this is just some kind of newfound paranoia and nothing to worry about.

I take three deep breaths and feel how my body relaxes. It doesn't take long until a waiter comes to take in my order. My gaze shifts to the city life outside of the coffee shop.

Too deep in thoughts, I don't even realize that somebody takes a seat before me.

"Oh? Do you want to order something too?" asks the waiter, who places my coffee in front of me. Totally shocked, my eyes widen as I analyze the person - black hoodie, sweatpants and white hair, too long to be covered by the hood.

"No," rings the rough voice. After I swallow the thick lump in my throat, I thank the waiter, who forms his hand to a telephone while giving me a note.

My cheeks are warming up, which doesn't last long.

Ahhh..right. The stranger.

Nervous, I play with my hands.  The men clicks his tongue as he grabs the note and turns it immediately to dust.

Wait..what?

"Unbelievable...I was gone for just a while and here you are, looking for another men already, Reader. I really thought you missed me."

Then the penny drops.

My eyes widen as I recognize the voice.

"Tomura?"

Immediately, anger flows through my veins and my hand clenches to a fist.

"What do you want?" I asks as calm as possible, but I am sure that he can sense my fury.

"What do you think? Talking of course."

"I don't want to talk with you. Give me my house key back!"

It stays quiet for a a while.

"Watch your mouth. Don't let this end up badly."

"You disappear without saying a word and show up like nothing happened. You have some nerve to expect me to stay kind!"

"I had things to do."

All I can do is roll my eyes. Is he kidding?

"Ohhh of course! Like stumping on my heart? I hope it was fun!"

Looking at the coffee I frown, my rage getting the better of me.

"Yeah, how stupid of me - always following the wrong people. I never learn, huh?"

Standing up and looking for the money, I say, "You know what? I also have things to do."

"Sit down, Reader", Tomura warns, but I ignore him and storm out. Tears are running down my face and an incredibly painful feeling spreads in chest.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Stop crying! He doesn't care at all! Be strong! Megan was so much worse!

...

Was she?

The pain feels so much more different. Even though I was so angry, a small part of me was still happy to see him.

Did I fell in love with him?

Is this the reason why everything hurts so much?

Sobbing, I walk home, to the stairwell and then to the door. My sight: blurred.

Shit. Why am I not able to open the door?

As i wipe away my tears, new ones are already blocking my view. Sighing, I lean my head against the door and take a moment. After calming down a bit, I manage to open it. It takes me a moment to realize everything.

Huh?

I rub my eyes and walk deeper into my apartment. Way too stunned by the sight, my tears stopped running entirely.

Gone. Everything is gone.

And then my eyes start to water again, as I kneel at the ground.

What am I supposed to do now? How can something even happen?

My house door opens and Tomura enters. With my hazy sight, I can barely make out his movement as he kneels to me and lays a hand on my cheek. His thumb wipes away my tears.

Speechless and aghast, I can only watch how he pulls the hood from his head and gazes at me with a huge smirk.

"Everything is gone, huh? What do we do now? There is now way that you can live here. Am I right, Reader?"

"Are you behind this?" I asks downhearted. My heart aches with disappointment.

"Do you remember our conversation in the coffee shop? That you should behave?"

I nod weakly.

"Well, you wanted the hard way. That's all your doing."

It's okay.

"Here is another decision..."

It's okay.

"You will come with me voluntarily or I'll force you."

It's okay.

Relax! Play smart! You lost all you posses, what's the big deal? Go with him! Don't make it harder than it has to be!

Sobbing, I grab his hand and his smirk goes only wider. How is this even possible?

"Good choice," he says and holds a cloth over my face.

Everything goes black.

It's okay. Everything will be okay...right?

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@repostingmyfavs

[zentraex]

Chapter 6 - Hands

Masterlist

Since yesterday, Tomura doesn't seem to want to leave my side.

"Are you sure that you want to go with me?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. The men before me gives me an irritated look.

"Why the hell do you ask me so often!? Would you be ashamed, if you were seen in public with me, or what?"

I can clearly hear his annoyance in his voice. Every time, I offered him to accompany me to the market, he refused. Why does it bother him so much now?

"No! It's just quite unusual..." I confess. "Normally, you don't want to go with me."

He doesn't seem to be able to object to this, as he clicks his tongue.

"Let's just go, okay!?"

"Of course," I answer him with a cheeky grin on my lips and open the door. The moment we leave the stairwell, Tomura grabs my hand. All his five fingers give my hand a strong squeeze and stay in a strong and rough grip.

Totally shocked, my eyes widen and my gaze drifts to the men next to me, who seems to ignore me skillfully. Since his face is covered by his black hood, I fail to get a look from his expression.

What is wrong with him lately?

To be honest, I have no idea how to react to this. Should I retract my hand? We aren't in a relationship, why is he doing this?

Too deep in thought, I don't even realize when we arrive at the shop. Wanting to grab the object I need, I try to free my hand from Tomuras grip - only for him to nearly break it.

I gasp for air in pain and glance at him speechless.  As we make eye contact, everything seem to halt in me. The look in his eyes says all: a warning.

Slowly, panic starts to rise in me.

Huh? What's wrong with me?

My left hand is still free.

Calm down.

People are giving me weird looks already.

Shit. Why is my heart beating so fast?

With a trembling breath, I snatch the flour with my left hand and go ahead. Feeling too curious, I give Tomura one last look. He seems pretty satisfied.

Was he always like this?

The purchase continues normally. As we reach the cashpoint, Tomura just puts the cash on the desk - so fast that I couldn't even react.

"Why are you buying everything? Wait, I'll give it back to you," I say as we exit the market.

"I don't want your money. You're poor enough," he answers and walks into the direction of the city center, while dragging me with him without any problems. I didn't know, he had other plans. Is that the reason for him accompany me?

No matter of hard I try to suppress my panic - it stays. No normal thought can replace it.

My gaze drifts to our inverted hands.

"Stop looking so frighted," Tomura sighs and halts. "I'm just holding your hand, what's so bad about it?"

"Nothing..."

He raises a brow, expecting me to continue.

"You just seem so determined to hold my hand. I get the feeling that you would be furious about me letting yours go..." I mumble and rub my arm with my free hand. The sound of my heartbeat drowns all the other noises, while my gaze is glued to the ground.

"A date."

Huh..?

When Tomura catches my confuses expression, he clicks his tongue.

"People who are on a date are usually holding hands. Never heard of it?"

"Yes, but since when are we on a date?"

How is that a reason for silently threaten me?

"Since we left your apartment. Wasn't it obvious!?"

This is the first time that Tomura avoids my gaze.

The only thing I can do, is to shrug exhausted. Why didn't he told me about it? Is he too shy to ask?

Well, I know he is bad with feelings...

"Tomura, I can't read minds. My quirk is something different, you know?"

His eyes lit up and a smile, which reaches his eyes, spreads across his face, as I mentioned my quirk. His hand draws mine to his mouth and gives it a slight squeeze. "I know," he mumbles joyful before giving the back of my hand a soft kiss.

Suddenly, I feel how warmth spreads across my face. My eyes widen and my heart beats even faster as before. My mind goes blank and all I can think of is, how cute he looks right now.

_

The tension between us is gone by now. My lips are permanently curled up, while talking to him. There is much going on in the city center and it doesn't take long for us to stop by a video game shop.

"Oh! I know this game!" I shout joyful and point at the game: "It Takes Two."

Tomura glances bored at the cover. It's probably not his taste at all. When I saw the trailer for the game, I thought it was pretty cool. I also have a console, but since it's a game that you play with a partner, I never bought it.

Too deep in thought, I don't notice how his eyes drift to my glittering optics. That's why I jolt when he drags us into the shop and puts the game on the counter.

Excited, I look around and gaze at all the rows of games and merchandise. I love shops, who make use of all the space they have.

When we leave the shop, my ears catch the sounds of the news, talking about my residential area. I halt instantly.

"We took notice of the big amount of missing and death reports. Apparently, somebody saw one of the League of Villains members, dragging a corpse. We asked the pro-heroes about their plans to protect the life of the civilians."

"A big amount of missing and death reports? At my residential area? OH GOD!" I exclaim loudly, which causes some passengers to give me weird looks.

"Don't worry too much," Tomura starts speaking behind me. "Nothing will happen to you."

"What makes you so sure of it? What about you? Imagine something happens to you!" I continue to panic. Since I'm talking to Tomura, I turn around to face him: only to see a fat smirk on his lips.

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Chapter 5 - Promise

Masterlist

"Heh! Reader," Tomura voice sounds above me. He shakes me without delicacy, which leads me to open my eyes unwillingly. The men smirks at me, as he says: "You don't have much time left until your work starts."

Abruptly, I sprint out of my bed, brush my teeth, put on some clothes and run out of the house. By now, Tomura doesn't leave at all. He is there when I wake up and greets me when I come back from work or a lecture.

I am honest when I say that I am happy to have a roommate. It took away a feeling of loneliness that I didn't even realize I had. A part of me feels even flattered that he stays. He is still criticizing a lot, but there is no way, he doesn't have a good reason to stay. Who would stay willingly in a place they don't like? Definitely not Tomura.

Today, my shift is over earlier. It is pretty rare, actually, but I am definitely not complaining. As quiet as always, I open the door and...

...

...

...

stand rooted to the spot.

Some weird noises are coming out of my bedroom, which I identify as loud breathing and quiet moaning. Of course, everyone has the desire or the urge to something sexual, but...

Why in my bedroom?

What am I going to do now? Should I just go? Yes, that sounds good. Just be as quiet as when I came in. This here, simply never happened.

"Ah!  Shit, Reader! You like how I fuck you, huh? You want me to fill your cunt, right?" he says, and before I can hear more, I already closed the door.

My face is just as red as a tomato, especially when I hear my neighbor say: "Ah, Reader! I didn't know you had a boyfriend. He must really love you, when he says such dirty things."

My jaw drops out of shock and shame. Why does she have to be here now?

"Yeah, I guess I'm really lucky there," I murmur to myself and storm down the stairs, literally running around the block, so that she can't see me any further. Next to two bushes, I let myself rest and try to catch my breath.

After what I heard, I think, I know why Tomura did it in my bedroom. How am I supposed to face him now?  Normal. As normal as possible.

But...is this possible for me?

Of course! I can do this!

Before I go home again, I visit the nearest discounter and buy some chicken, as well as some spices for the dinner. When I look at the time, I notice how much time passed.

As I stand before my door, I pause for a moment.

He surely has finished by now, right?

I carefully stick my key into the lock and turn it. A small gap opens and all I hear is the television. I sigh relieved and go to the living room.

When I look at Tomura, I feel my face heat. The naughty noises and the sentence that fell from his lips, come into my mind.

"You're here earlier than usual," he states and raises his brown when he notices my red face. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine," I answer him. "I just wanted to greet you," I mumble and dash to my bedroom. I quickly realize, that everything is the same as before.

Weird...

After changing into more comfy clothes, I start preparing dinner,  with Tomura coming to me and taking a seat at the dining table. I nervously start slicing the meat.

"What are you doing?" he asks, whereupon I answer with, "Chicken with fried potatoes. You are fine with this, right?"

"Yeah, but make it good this time," he grumbles. All I can to is to giggle at his comment.

"How was your day? Did you do anything exciting?" I ask, but get quieter with every word, as my brain replays the scene from before.

Pull yourself together, Reader!

"Not much, just what I usually do..." he mumbles to himself. "Have you never wondered, what my job is?"

This question caught my full attention again. Should I tell him that I think, he is a villain? Tomura will notice if I lie. He hates liars...

"I took you for a villain in the beginning, but you surely aren't, are you?"

The silence is answer enough for me.

"You never heard of me? Not from the news or anything?"

"I don't know, should I? I normally don't watch them."

"Reader," he starts and continues only when I turn to him. "Don't look up my name in the internet, please."

My eyes widen at the scene. This is the first time that he asks for something kindly. Usually, he orders me around and doesn't look at me with such big eyes. I swallow. Is he really such a big villain that he made it into the news?

"I won't. Don't worry," I answer after a little time and smile at him, before I continue to make the food. I vaguely hear him getting up and walking to me. Then, his arms wrap tightly around my upper body.

"Promise me," he whispers extremely quiet and presses me to him even more. I stand still, totally shocked and speechless. It feels as if my brain stopped working. "Reader, promise me, you won't look," he pressures me after a time.

"I promise you, Shigaraki. I won't look your name up under any circumstances."

"Call me by my first name, will you?" he orders. "Promise me again, but use my first name."

I suppress the urge to sigh as I repeat myself.

"I promise you, Tomura. I won't look up your name under any circumstances."

Only then, I realize, how something hard starts to press against me.

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Chapter 4 - Aches and Pains

-> Masterlist

"Hello! Could you help me to find something against wounds please? Wounds that get scratched up?" I ask the pharmacist unsure.

"I'll look if I've got something," he answers and disappears into the warehouse. It doesn't take long for him to come back. "Anything else?"

"Lip care please..." I mumble and the men nods. A few seconds later, he gives me the product.

"Thank you, have a nice day!"

With a small bag full of little things: toothpaste, toothbrush, shower gel and shampoo for men, I head home.

I wonder if Tomura is home...

When I enter my apartment, I come quickly to the conclusion that nobody is there. Not the next day and not the rest of week either.

I just startet to think, that he changed his mind and throw the key away, but the next day, I hear the television in the living room.

"Why are looking so surprised?" Tomura asks, who has made himself comfortable on my couch.

"I didn't expect you to come back, if I'm being honest," I tell him.

"It was much to do."

I decide to not even ask any further. If he's a villain, like I think, he won't tell me anyway. To be honest, its non of business either.

"Ah, I see..."

"Why do you have shower gel for men in your apartment? Do you have a boyfriend?" he asks in an almost emotionless tone.

"No, I bought it for you," I confess to him. Immediately, I feel my face heating up. "I bought salve for your wounded throat as well and lip balm, if you want."

It stays awkwardly quiet for a while before I decide to change the subject.

"Megan comes over today," I inform him, as I let myself relax on my armchair.

"Megan? You mean the one who kicked you out?"

"Oh, I'm surprised you remember...But yes. I met her on the way home and she said, she wants to apologize. I don't intend to do something with her anymore, never..." I answer. "but I still think that our friendship shouldn't end in a fight."

"And she'll visit you?"

"Yes, you don't need to stay though," I reassure him. "You could stay in my bedroom as well, if you don't want to see her. The conversation won't take long, I promise."

"Whatever."

It doesn't take long until there is a ringing at my door and Megan enters, while Tomura decided to stay in my room.

"Hello Megan. It's nice to see you again."

"Hello Reader!" she greets me and takes a step towards me with open arms, but I take a step back. Megan seems to have gotten the message as her emerald eyes narrow and her arms cross her in front of her chest.

I think Megan is an incredibly beautiful woman. She is slim and as a flawless face with full lips. Her brown hair is long and straight and her heigh is average.

"Would like something to drink while we talk? Tea? Coffee?" I ask, as I walk to my kitchen.

"Water is enough," she says curtly and looks around. "I don't remember ever being here."

"Right, it's because you weren't. Neither were Jessica, Fiona or Julie," I answer. "Mineral water or sparkling water?"

"Sparkling water," she answers, whereupon I pour water into her glass. "You have it really pretty here. I didn't expect a poor person like you, to have it so nicely."

"Actually, I'm not. I have enough money to buy everything I need."

"Did you uncle gave it you? He probably earns a lot money as a teacher and a hero," she asks with a smirk on her face." Is it that what she wanted? Insulting me?

"I thought, you want to clear up about last week?" I asks clearly annoyed.

"Ah, right. Sorry for that."

I sigh disappointed, but answer, "It's okay. How is your relationship with Connor?"

"Pretty good. He picks me up from here with his car. We have a date in a 5 star restaurant tonight," she tells me, while looking at her phone. "Oh, Conner comes up for a bit. Our reservation is not until in half an hour."

Thanks for asking.

Rolling my eyes, I turn my attention to the ringing door. When I open the door, a men, who is at least 1,90 meters high, enters. His Slim-Fit T-shirt is accentuating his muscles, his eyes are crystal blue and his hair is raven black and curly. He looks at me with a smirk, whereupon I screw up my face in disgust.

"Come in. Megan is right over there," I inform him and take a step to the side. Before we go to the kitchen, he gives me one last wink.

Ew.

"Conner!" Megan exclaims enthusiastically as she wraps her hands around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. "When do we leave exactly?"

I start to prepare a plate full of fruits, since I'm sure that Tomura wants to stay for a bit - a healthy snack.

"In five minutes, my angel. Reader, would you like to come with us? I'll pay too," he offers, causing me to slip the knife in shock and cut my finger.

Is he seriously asking me that in front of Megan?

The atmosphere in the room turns very gloomy.

"No," I answer and turn my attention to Megan. "And Megan, I forgot to say something. I accept your apology, but I'll never do something with you, nor with Fiona, Jessica or Julie. Never."

Megans eyes narrow and her chin lifts. Then she says, "Don't worry, we didn't intend either. And if I'm being honest, I regret coming here. You treacherous snake! Thought you could steal my boyfriend, huh? That's the real reason why you claimed, he would use me, right? You want him for yourself."

Then she stands up, comes with her face very close to my ear and whispers: "But don't worry, hun. This will come back to you."

After saying that, she takes some steps back and gives me a cold glare.

"Conner, we are going."

As soon as they leave, I dissapear into the bathroom and stick my finger in the water while rummaging in a closet for a plaster.

"What was this?" a voice asks that I assign to Tomura. As I turn my head to him, he greets me with a clearly pissed off look. I sigh exhausted.

"Trust me, I don't even know myself. I'm so dumb for thinking this would turn out good."

After a long time searching, I give up to look for a plaster, and I decide to just grab a bandage. Tomura probably noticed that I have some problems to bandage myself, since he clicks his tongue in annoyance and snatches everything from me.

"How did this happen?" he asks angry while wrapping the bandage around my finger.

"I started to prepare a plate full of fruits for you. When Conner invited me, I slipped in shock and cut myself by accident."

"I don't even like fruits. Especially not from you," he grumbles.

Right, what else?

My eyes dart to his throat.

"You scratched your throat bloody again," I state. "Shall I smear the salve on you? This way, It'll heal faster."

Tomuras eyes bore into mine. His expression is soft for once, as he just nods in agreement.

...

Three days later, a report about two missing person appeared in the newspapers. Both Conner and Megan were nowhere to be found.

[zentraex]

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 -Masterlist

(yandere! Shigaraki x Reader)

Dear diary,

thanks to a fight, I got kicked from a hangover by my friends. It was so dark and I was all by myself. Can you imagine, that a group of men followed me? My heart beat like crazy and leaded by my panic, I asked a stranger for help. However, it seems, that the stranger isn't leaving so soon.

->Female Reader!

->Translation from my German book on Wattpad

Please don't mind my grammar ^^'

English is not my first language and German grammar is a lot different!

Shigaraki and all the other mha characters owns Kohei Horikoshi.

Chapter 1 - Bad Luck

Chapter 2 - Usually

Chapter 3 - Payment

Chapter 4 - Aches and Pains

Chapter 5 - Promise

Chapter 6 - Hands

Chapter 7 - It's okay

to be continued…

[zentraex]

Chapter 3 - Payment

->Masterlist

"Oh? You are awake?" I ask surprised, as I left my bedroom and am greeted with the sight of a half naked Tomura. He has a well built body: something I will remember in case, I get in a fight with him.

All the blankets and pillows are thrown to the ground, just like the pajama I gave him.

"It's impossible to sleep under all this stuff! Do you know how hot it is!? Just that ugly rag gets me all sweaty! Do you treat a guest like that?" he curses. His angry look meets my disappointed one.

I just wanted to be hospitable...

"Stop weeping! It's unbearable with you. Always crying! You are getting on my nerves!"

"I know, I just wanted to make it cozy for you. I am sorry. I didn't know you hate it so much.." I quietly mumble to myself, as tears run down my cheek. Before I enter my bathroom, I explain myself on last time. "Maybe the events from yesterday are still affecting me so much."

After showering, I quickly come to the conclusion, that I don't have anything to wear. All my clothes are still in my bedroom. I wrap my body in a towel and carefully stick my head out of the door - no Tomura in sight.

I tiptoe to my room, just to realize that my door, which I closed, stands open. Slowly but surely, I peak around the corner to see nothing.

"What are you doing there?" I hear my guest behind me. I can feel warmth spreading across my face immediately. I look at him clueless.

How am I supposed to talk my way out of here?

"The five minutes kicked...I guess..."

The men before me eyes my face until he stares at my body.

"Do you present yourself like this to every stranger? Yesterday the mini rock, toady naked in a towel."

"That's my home. Usually, I don't need to make sure that nobody sees me naked." I say annoyed.  It seems that Tomura doesn't like my tone at all, as he looks pissed as well and takes a step in my direction.

"Watch your mouth!" he threats me silently and gives me a warning look. My eyes narrow and the urge to snap back at him is high.

Calm down, Reader. He'll leave today anyway.

"Of course. My fault," I yield and close the door behind me to get dressed in peace. When I enter the living room, I see my guest, laying on the couch. My eyes widen a bit at the sight of the now tidy place. The blankets, which he tossed on the floor, are now below him and the pillows are stacked at the end of the couch. The pajama lies on a armrest.

"Your couch is uncomfortable. It is unbearable without the blankets," he complains.

Of course! What else? Why should he feel bad for trampling all over my kindness?

"You can use the shower, while I'm preparing breakfast," I tell him with a smile on my lips.

"You are making breakfast already?"

"Yes, I need to go out."

"Where?"

"To a lecture. But before my lecture starts, I meet up with Megan-",

Ah, right...

The smile and the good mood I had until now falls. My gaze becomes sad, and without another word, I turn my attention to the kitchen.

Then a sob escapes me, as I think about the events from yesterday. My sobs are getting louder when I hear Tomura turning the shower on. I'm not even trying to hold back the fat tears, but try desperately to wish them of.

Since I spend most of the time crying, I decide to just fry some toast. It doesn't take long before my guest leaves the bathroom, and sits down at the dining table.

"You are still not done, even though, I took extra long," he notes. Since he faces my back, he isn't able to see my watery eyes.

"It took me long to decide what I should prepare. It's been a while since somebody visited me."

My voice trembles, no matter how hard I try to sound composedly.

"I see why nobody comes near your home."

I roll my eyes at the comment.

He should become restaurant critic.

Nevertheless, my mood lightens up a bit, and a small smile creeps on my face.

"What happened yesterday?" he asks and I need to swallow a big dumpling in my throat.

"I got kicked out of a hangover. It was a friend group I used to be in, but, apparently, nobody really liked me there. They showed me this clearly, as I stated my opinion about something. If I'm being honest, I should have known it. The signs were so obvious! I was mostly excluded from the group activities or were the last choice. Maybe I just didn't care, because I wanted to be one of them so badly," I explain. "I made a lot of effort to fit in, like taking two side jobs for example. Otherwise, I could have never afford all the concerts or the expensive food. In the end, it was pointless since they rarely invited me anyway."

My voice breaks at the end a bit. So, I decide to change the topic quickly.

"How many toasts do you want?"

"Three," he answers. I'm thankful that he's not digging further into the topic. There would probably have been a comment about how stupid I was or what a loser I am.

Following, I serve him a selection of sliced and cheese, and sit down.

"About the repayment...do you have anything in mind by now?" I ask. Tomura's eyes dart from his plate to mine. I have a hard time interpreting his emotions or knowing if I said something wrong.

"Do you want to get rid of me?"

"No, but I have to go soon and I would reluctantly let you leave here alone in my home..." I tell him.

"I want a second key," he explains and I feel how he analyses me precisely after his demand.

A second key?

My eyes widen in shock and I notice, how I need a moment to gather myself.

"Wether I know you, nor do you know me. Are you sure? I mean, I don't know if I can agree to that," I tell him unsure and still totally bewildered. The atmosphere in the room changes abruptly, as he starts scratching at his throat again and his facial features contort in anger.

"Huh? Don't you stick to your words? I hate liars!" he says and sits up. I hold my hands protectively in front of me out of total panic, but he still grabs my neck and squeezes - only a little bit of pressure, so I have the chance to breathe. I can feel my eyes watering again.

What is wrong with me? Why am I crying so much?

"I never said 'no'! It was just my honest thought, Shigaraki."

"So, you give me your second key?"

After a short time of hesitating, I nod finally, and he releases my throat. His angry look switches to a satisfied grin, as he sits back.

[zentraex]

Chapter 2 - Usually

-> Masterlist

What now?

What do normal people do, when two people got killed in front of them, who probably wanted to rape them? What is a normal reaction when you experienced this?

Usually, you would run. A guy with a deadly quirk like he has, is death straight up. One touch and he sends you to the underworld.

He probably didn't even killed them for my sake, but because they looked so down on him. Which kind of people are killing others, and are grinning while doing so? Most likely villains. People, who don't obey the law, but expect the law to do their bidding.

After the scene, that played before me, everybody would be scared to turn into dust, just like the others. You would be scared to say something wrong, and leave your life on the spot.

That's why you would run.

Usually.

But here I am, looking at the men in front of me - trembling and clueless.

What should I do now?

"Thanks for helping me," I mumble and glance anxious at the ground.

"I haven't done it for you," the guy says und walks to me.

As I thought.

"I know...but you still saved me somehow," I answer. "And I am really thankful for that. Really."

I am showing him the best smile, I can bring myself to. It's weak, but honest. The young men halts before me, his hands in his pockets and his eyes bore into my soul.

"Hmm, that means, you owe me something, huh?" he says nonchalant and starts smirking again. I look at him dumbfounded.

"Excuse me?"

"What? Are you not keeping your promises? Do you want to end just like them?" he asks and begins to bring his hand to my throat.

"Ah, right!" I say as fast as I can, and take a step back. "So, what do you want from me?"

He seems to pause at my question.

Why making such a drama, when you don't even know what you want?

"I don't know," he admits and looks at me with narrowed eyes for a while. Then he says,"Bring me to your home. I'll think of something."

I sighs softly to myself, as I turn around and lead him the way. Usually, I should panic and try to shake him of, but I don't feel any of it. If I am being honest to myself, I feel a little bit safe.

"What's your quirk?"

A cheeky little grin forms on my lips as I tell him proudly, "My quirk is called: 'Erased'. Quirks don't have any affect on me at all. Mutant-quirks are an exception of course. My uncle has a similar quirk."

"Eraserhead," he realizes immediately.

"Oh? Not a lot of people know my uncle. You must be really acquainted with the heroes of our city..." I mumble.

"More than I would like.." he mumbles back. "Do you visit the U.A.?"

I almost laughed.

"Me? Going to the U.A.? Never. I'm not made for all the hero stuff. I'd rather go into a battle with my learn stuff than with other people."

"Really? But you have such a nice quirk," he says, but the mocking undertone doesn't go unnoticed.

"A lot people say that to me, but like I said: violence isn't my thing," I explain again. "What's your name?"

He stays quiet for a while before he answers, "Tomura Shigaraki."

"Tomura..." I say to myself. "I like your name. It suits your quirk," I tell him with a smile on my face, which he can't see. "My name is Reader."

"Your name is boring."

I sighs mentally. What did I expect? A compliment?

Nonsense...as if he could say something nice.

"My apartment is right there.", I inform him and point at the block of flats in front of us. "Do you have something in mind now?"

"You live here? Here live all the bums, because the price for the apartments are so low. You are really poor, huh?"

"Just because the rent is cheap, doesn't mean I can't afford myself something. I have a home and that's enough.", I defend myself clearly insulted. Nevertheless, I let it slide, that he dodged my question.

A few steps further, we stand at the door and I pause: ready to say good-bye.

"What are you waiting for? Open it!", he commands. Raising a brow, I turn to him.

"Why?"

"I still haven't an idea what you could owe me. So, I'll just spend the night at your house.", he simply decides.

Usually, a normal person would say that that doesn't work. He must decide now and must sleep in his own bed. Then he would just kill you with his quirk, but this doesn't work on me.

Analyzing, I inspect his body.

He doesn't seem strong to me, but I know, that he is fast, really fast. On blick and he could grab me by my throat, or use other technics a villain knows.

"Okay," I answer him and turn to the door. As I unlock it, I can literally feel how he begins to grin.

"Good choice," he says, probably more to himself than to me.

Together, we go up the stairs until we arrive at my floor: the fifth floor and therefore the highest.Pretty unsuitable for a quick jump out of the window, if anything should happen.

Usually, nobody would let a villain in his home, give him a place on the couch with pink pillows, blankets and a-

"Are you fucking kidding me? A teddy bear? How old do you think I am? It's already bad enough, that everything is in pink!"

"I have yellow as well..." I mumble. Tomura just clicks his tongue, as one hand reaches to his throat and starts scratching his skin bloody.

Just don't question it. He knows what he does...

Usually, nobody would give a villain their XXL pajama with extra fluffy fabric in baby blue, just to get a disgusted look as a thank you.

Usually...