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UNHAPPY BULLY

SERIES PART 5-7

Warning: May contain triggering content, bullying, sensitive topics, and other stuff you might not like. Errors might be present, please don't mind them. Enjoy!

Summary: Your bully slowly tries to take control of your life, at home, at school, for you.

Chapter 1

Word count: 5.5k

There are about 10 to 12 chapters to go if you missed the first part, please read that before this one. Thank you for reading.

"Why did you come back?"

Disputed her apprehensive mother, blinking in bewilderment, widely observing her daughter's features contorted in a sort of inexplicable emotion. She slowly removed her shoes, evading her mother's concerned eyes, eyebrows furrowed at her small rebellion. Swiftly considering her words, the young girl reasoned.

"My stomach started hurting very badly midway, so I returned. I'm sorry I didn't think I would be able to handle the pain all day at school." She said, all while glancing away from the woman when she could, frowning lips pressing inwards, as nervousness bubbles up.

Her mother's expression altered a bit, before revamping into irritation, "I told you to take those medicine! Why didn't you?" She whispered yelled at the meek girl, head slightly bend down in contrition.

"I didn't think it would start to hurt again."

She tried her hardest to fake it, just accepting one day's worth of absence was going to reduce her raging anxiety. It would only grow, but she was a good person, she doubtingly believes that this will steer past her and she would retain normalcy.

Her mom sighs, closing her eyes disappointingly, saying, "you better take those medicine now." Demanded the oldster.

She mindlessly obliged.

Trying to damage control what her fit of distress landed her on.

She watches the clock tick, dressed in black and white, hairs let loose, suddenly sighing and glancing at her tapping feet, stopping herself upon noting. It was four o'clock.

In honesty, she was simply dawdling for the time when her bully would call, mandating proper information, threatening, even after she blocked his number, who's to say, he wouldn't attempt to contact again, with different numbers, so if she could somehow assume his time pattern, preventing it would be easier, leave her phone turned off.

In her earlier state of misplaced courage, she went online on insto, took his account out of the blacklist, and graze through his texts. Most of them were his normal, ridiculing comments meant to poke fun at her confidence and self-esteem, near obsessing over his book, that was petty, she'd thought to herself.

The most recent ones were from yesterday, in big bold letters, ruling she unblock him and talked, unlike a coward.

Reaching the bottom, she is surprised to find new ones, she browses the fresh text, only ten minutes late in viewing it, this particular text from him stood out more than the others, more so in her eyes.

'You did not come today either, what? Are you scared, loser...'

She waited, observing the text buddle buff, she quickly discerns it.

'I saw you today.'

For such easy words, it had a significant impact on the strategy she perceived and phrased things, her eyes mildly widened, her will to continue just seemed to be sapped away the longer she decided to remain.

'At least, you unblocked me. Loopy, I'm asking, where is your house.'

She made the mistake of reading it, now she felt like turning back meant more consequence than ease of satisfaction.

'You didn't change your house after you met me right? It's still the same, isn't it?'

She didn't comprehend what she was experiencing at that moment, irrational fear? Dread? Knowing she was bound to lose the happiness in her home, once he tries to step in. It's game over for her.

Quickly she typed.

'No, it's not. We shifted.'

She lied.

'Oh? Is it? I thought for sure it was that grey house I passed by the other day, you sure?'

Her heart dropped.

'It's that one, right?' He pressured, he was toying with her, she too insisted.

'No, it's not, why do you wanna come? It's the White House.' she lied again, acting to keep it cool. 'I'm fine really! Thanks for your concern.' She typed, saw that her message was received and sighted, he did not reply.

The chat room was silent. She unwillingly relaxed, the tension lowering. Only to spike up rapidly after he replied.

'Who are you trying to fool?'

Now it was her opportunity to turn a blind eye and flee. She deleted the app and held her aching head, comprehensive about going to school the next day.

She didn't know how time escalated so quickly, because the moment she woke up, pessimistic thoughts are prepared and ready to shove her to the brink of paranoia, for a short while, she persisted in that exact position, staring at the ceiling as if she non-verbally pleaded enough, it would all be over. She didn't want to go yet.

It went on for a minute or so.

"Get up! Why are you still in bed sweetie, you are always up before I can say something." Her mother suddenly entered and softly scolded.

She looked at her with open eyes.

"What's wrong?" Her mother asked.

She slowly glanced away, uttering, "nothing, I'll get up now." That's what her mom needed to hear, departing from her room and leaving her daughter by herself.

She peered down, unblinking.

Her thoughts were frightening.



She felt out of it.

Hunching over in her seat, head on the desk, arms wrapped around to keep safe, noises around seeming dull, distant like she wasn't mentally present to perceive the weird looks her classmates threw at her form. Her homesickness somehow amplified upon heeding the voice she was seeking to deter.

"Looks like you finally worked up the courage to come back." He abjectly spoke with an underlying tone of hostility.

She stayed still. Not responding.

"You should have seen yourself running, didn't know you were such a weakling." He ridiculed, sarcastically reciting her spontaneous decision.

She heard him take a deep breath, footsteps nearing her, abruptly yanking her curled arm and forcing her to make direct eye contact. Catching sight of his vexed face her expression opposite of his, fear.

"What? Are you that scared of me now? Why are you looking at me that way?" He said it as though he was relishing it, savouring her shift in behaviour.

She contemplated, still adamant about conserving her sanity.

"Come on, speak up! Can't you speak now?" He taunted once more, throwing her hand down and grimacing at her disturbed features. She kept her eyes on him, not allowing any reaction to appear out of her.

"So then, where's your home?" He asked with a bitter smirk, she gritted her teeth and fingers loosely enclosing.

She did not respond yet again.

Irking her bully.

"What? You not gonna answer?" He said, moving closer and leaning forward.

"Did you accidentally hit your head or what?" He continued regardless of her silence. Though the break was about to expire soon. "If I don't get a reply, I'm really going to trash your notebook and spread all sort of rumours for you." He darkly whispered, glaring at her.

Hesitantly, silently, she answered.

"The grey one."

He smiled in victory.

"Guess you care about your reputation, after all, you missed a lot of homework, why don't I help you, what do you say?" He closed the distance between them, observing her eye to eye. Daring her to say no.

She bent her head down, not looking into his blood-red wide eyes, her eyes slightly watered. Softly muttering.

"Okay."

After class, he loitered around the campus, not wanting her to flee without him, so even if she managed to get home without being spotted, he'd come either way. Make her life a little more miserable, make her regrets more potent, make her question and delude herself into thinking, she's the bad guy.

She should let someone know, her parents, someone with proficient knowledge to help her, make her understand what she is supposed to do, without falling into his trap and submissively let him take the charge to dissuade conflict.

Walking with his strangely calm deception rendered her dismayed, was this his odd way of friendship, liking? Or was he just a misunderstood person who needed guidance to adjust his habits?

Either way, she wasn't going to be the one.

Leading him to her haven, her one place to reside and ease out of stress and suffering, he'd be the one to arrive and ruin it, like everything. She didn't want to let him near her house, to further harass her in the future, bully her into compliance.

As much as he troubled her, she wanted to forget and forgive and move on, not forgive and forget like nothing hadn't happened, he'd have to repay one day or another, be taught he's in the wrong and should hope to improve without any arrogance.

Because he'd shut her up if she said anything right to direct him. As if he thought she was making herself appear wiser, more knowledgeable, more stronger than him. He hates that.

Striking in deep thoughts, letting negativity boil inside without a proper outlet, it strives to brew. She realized it, when they stopped, in front of her house, she's done for.

"Our class teacher wanted me to tutor her in maths." He'd lie to her mother's face, saying it in such a firm formal voice she's never heard him use.

Her mother's eyebrows furrowed, glancing at her meek daughter, who said nothing and stood at her spot, not addressing her inquisition gaze.

"Oh, that's great, thank you for helping my daughter, she's very quiet." She laughed, welcoming the youngsters inside, into their lounge, chartering their unexpected guest to sit.

"Dear! Don't leave our guest alone, talk with him, I'll make some snacks." Her mom whispered, urging her to take off.

She loudly drew in a deep breath, glancing at the blonde's head from the entrance, he stared at her the entire time she entered and sat down to the opposite of him. Bitter face with a frown and a pair of dull eyes, it was a tense juncture, she mostly did not let her gaze settle on him for more than a second, folding her arms and closing the gap between her legs.

He did not speak up either, intensely studying her, only diffusing it after noticing her mother welcome herself with a smile and a tray with juice and cookies.

"Please help yourself, what's your name?" She politely asked, sitting on a chair between the two. He answered, "...Katsuki bakugo."

The mother happily grinned, chatting some more, "so how's my daughter in class? She doesn't talk much, does she?" She jokingly inquired. He smirked and that could be perceived as a smile if they didn't know.

"Yeah, she's shy." He said.

She picked up on the mocking expression caching in his voice, as he glanced at her and back to her mother.

"Oh! Please do take care of her, I'll be going now, study hard kids." She sweetly enunciated and took her cue to retire for work.

The young girl struggled to keep her beating heart in stillness, her air locked inside her lungs, lips slightly trembling.

She thought.

She could overcome this with sufficient willpower.

He glared at her during her mother's absence, wordlessly advising her to come closer.

She looked up and said.

"I'll go get my notebook."

The compartment was peaceful, dangerously tranquil, the sunlight had drowned down, casting the room in a dim atmosphere. The weather out the room had deviated, skies dark, as though it is bound to pour soon.

Two youngsters sitting beside each other with very little space, and even less chatting wordlessly minded their own business. The younger one nervously caressed her fingers and reached out for a small sip, the male glared at the girl stiffly gulp down her fruity juice, studying her from the corner of his vermillion eyes, the white cookies with black spots looking just as appealing as the shade of the beverage.

The blonde boy disapprovingly looks away, placing his elbow on the hand of the crouch and sloping his head on a closed fist.

"Don't you like biscuits?" She suddenly implored, trimming the borderline awkward air in the hall.

"No, I don't like anything sweet." He grumbled, answering without a thought.

"Oh. I see." She didn't wish to know him so she did not ask for anything else. Until she realized something, somewhat rudely inquiring.

"When will you leave?"

His face showed all the anger she required to infer, irritated by her pageant of revolt. Harshly and plainly, he said near her.

"I'm not leaving yet."

Her face now hardened, narrowing her eyes at his disgruntled attitude, saying, "won't your mom be upset if you arrive home late?" She questioned, he leaned back into the sofa, "if you are trying to get rid of me, nice try, I'm not going so soon, not until I've made something clear." He sternly finished.

That earned him a puzzling rise of her eyebrows, "that is?"

"You shouldn't talk back to me. Ever." He senselessly demanded, expecting to add more to his statement, he sourly carried on.

"Don't ever question me either." He stated, swiftly turning his face from her sight and grumpily scowling at the painted white walls. She internally opposed but otherwise didn't say anything outwards to her bully in the house.

Both did not discourse any opinion for a short while. Heart thumping, and hands thoughtlessly clenched.

Steadily, raindrops chimed from the surface, the aroma of damp mud and water encompassing the area, visibly the frazzled party eased up, eyes directed towards the wide glass window offering a look outside the undisturbed home, the female saddened gaze softened, forgetting who she was with, what she was doing, what she has been attempting to prevent.

It was an unspoken mutual coalition to remain still. Watching the dewdrops tumbling from the gloomy blue.

And then, it seemed like everything was okay. At least to her.



The next forenoon, it was showering, the climate frigid and parkways drenched with water, she wore stockings, it didn't help much, took her orange-red umbrella, bouncing the rain off as she wandered to school, briefly discerning the bright-lit shops on the route, illuminated signs and flashy tunes leaking out of the closed doors.

Broad groups of people espousing their way to work, fewer students like her, she disliked needing to go school at the moments like these, wanting to relish in quietness with the rain, a cup of cocoa milk but concluded everyone must be thinking the same. On a cold day, she just wants to relax and not step out with extra coatings or additional layering of clothes.

Plus, her institute appeared depressing.

"Class! Do not play in the rain when school ends, you'll catch a cold." Advised the middle-aged man, planting a gruff gaze into everyone's mind, but, don't they do what they are not supposed to? It was the first class, in their going to be a long day at their bleak school, she couldn't focus because it was so frosty and she felt like falling asleep right there and then.

Today she got fortunate and sat back, behind the greenette, behind his mumbling voice. It was sorta bothering, kinda not, she wasn't concentrating in the first place, to begin with.

Now, she could progress through without having to look at Katsuki during class hours. It was bliss. She was silently thanking the black-haired girl who called her underwear out and sorta commenced to dislike her certainty, the girl had already settled in her seat upon entering, and bitterly demanded she took her seat instead. The reason being, her distant friend.

Jokes on her, she was perfectly content with seating away from her blonde bully.

In addition, the greenette was a considerable help as he muttered aspects she missed and worked as a copying agent for her. Not trying to take unfair advantage, what she was hoping to drag across was that she loved this seat. And loving it would be too much of an understatement.

Silently, she poked a finger at the timid boy, blinking with anticipatory eyes, he faced her within a second, staring at her with a wide gape.

"Can you give me your notebook real quick? I did not write the solution earlier, please." She requested and he eagerly incited, quickly handing her his and she, hers. Just so they couldn't be suspected by their prying teacher.

She had shamefully done that a couple of times throughout the day.

She was extremely unenthusiastic.

Unbeknownst to the chaos about to concoct under their nose.

"Dude, I saw your girlfriend and Deku exchange notes!" One of his side-buddies exclaimed out-of-the-doors. The blonde boy instantly veered around with an irate glint.

"Huh?" He taunted.

The talking boy spreading news halts for a moment, nervously chuckling and proceeding with a second thought.

"Your girlfriend... And deku sharing notebooks..." He sounded like he was questioning himself.

He grimaced, uttering nothing of significance and moving to descend the stairs. The friend simply stood there, watching the blonde abandon him.

Back in class, the young girl was dozing on the desk. Being pruned off by a hand, shaking her torso, she drowsily looked up at grey eyes, an unpleased expression, and downright glaring at her form.

"What?" She whispered asked, closing one eye to focus on the female.

"We need to talk." The girl replied.

She indolently dismantled her spoken speech, noticing the defensive posture her classmate was posing, she inquired, "about what?"

"About everything."

With that, not letting her respond she walked away from her table and crossed the threshold of their classroom. She didn't even look back at her.

She glanced over at her friend and raised a question. "What was that about?"

The boy shyly looked away.

She had forgotten to ask when, where, what, and the girl didn't even say it herself.

So, eventually, throughout the classes.

She had forgotten.

After school, she was just about to exit the classroom, hoping to ceremoniously bypass her two gossiping classmates unspotted and not have her solace be snatched away from her. Just as she is celebrating her successful withdrawal without any needed speech, the two females grin and loosened up their sugarcoated words. "Sweetheart! We've been waiting for you!" they shouted in the hallway, catching up to her retreating form, just about to sprint. 

"So your lover's friends asked us to take you to the karaoke. We insist that you join us!" the white-haired girl exclaimed, invading her personal space. She instantly leaned backwards, fluttering her eyes, their fake modest expression sending all sorts of alarms. 

"Uh... Thanks but I'd rather go home and take some rest." She truthfully confessed, imposing a semi-fake smile, perceiving their attitude wavered, she learned they were expecting something.

"What? That's so lame though, you should come with us instead, it would be so much more fun." They muttered, sulked by her denial. That must have impaired their ego.

"Thanks, I appreciate it but I'd stay at home." She said, immediately removing her smile upon displaying her broad back and receding out of the scene.

They shortly dropped their grins as well.

EARLIER THAT DAY

"Hey ladies, think you up for a challenge?" Dared the boy, one of katsuki's side-buddies, hands in their pockets, a flirtatious glint and a cunning smirk, shoulders slumped.

The two girls, one entering a defensive posture faced the boys, narrowed cyan stern eyes, the other female aside her, has an enthusiastic gleam on her face.

"And what's that?" She jovially asked, mischievously glowing at the sight of synthetic drama.

"Getting katsuki's girlfriend to come to the karaoke." They countered. Amassing themselves an astound pair of eyes.

"That chick? She's so shameless, why do you wanna make this bet anyway?"

"Cause we thought we could be generous to let you in some drama, you know, make some friends and enemies among the way."

They blinked, and then it linked.

"You mean, she doesn't know that he considers her his girlfriend?" They assumed, clearly swerving towards scepticism.

The boys laughed, saying sharp words with a smile that amuses the females.

"He's a lovesick puppy for her at this point, the poor guy thinks he's the best or something, too bad she gonna hate him more, come on, we can cause some mayhem!" They encouraged with mislaid motivation.

The girls glanced at each other and then proceed to near them, smiling in sound agreement.

Quite unfortunate, that their plans wouldn't succeed in the end.

She ambled homeward, neutral idiom, watching down her moving dark shoes, mind at peace, content with her conclusion to not indulge in the unsavoury activity. Her features washed in orange hues, hairs kept open to freely roam with the gratifying breeze, cooling her ample skin, and just reduced all grudges from her head.

But only to be abruptly discontinued, by a stone no larger than an eraser.

She pivoted her pointy gaze at the person and was not surprised to discover her bully louring and closing in on her with palpable malice, she meekly shouted, "why are you here?" Just to receive a soft blow to the arm by his bag, grasped in his veiny fist.

"Didn't I tell you not to question me?"

He sneered, she simply held her tongue, ratifying him a hasty glare and shifting back to pursue her trail towards home.

He scorned her attitude and intentionally followed behind her.

She glanced, then sough.

"You don't have to come and tutor me every day, you know." She started, her initial maintained ease just slipping out of her custody. He smirked, saying.

"I heard you were needing a lot of help from a nerd today." She curtly paused her thoughts, eyeing him sideways.

"Well, I was having trouble hearing from the back." She replied, and told an untruth.

He seemed smart enough to ask.

"Then why did you switch places." He dictated an ethical explanation for her very sudden reversal of actions.

She nonchalantly responded, "it wasn't me who wanted to change it, it was that black-haired girl, who out of the blue wanted to have my seat instead."

"Black-haired chick? And you did it for her?" He stressed his displeasure, head tilting in and a firm downside smile.

"She didn't give me a choice." She frankly just gave him a direct answer, no beating around the bush and conveying the facts without a thought.

He visibly grimaced.

His blonde hair invaded her vision.

Board shoulders, leaning back to her occupied desk, the space in-between had diminished, his chair right behind her table, with much she shifted backwards and allow some invisible wall to subsist, she fought to urge to hold in her shaky breath. His signature fragrance of roasted sugar, sweat, and the underwhelming smell of oranges mixed in had her stomach-churning unpleasantly.

His elbow suddenly plopped on her notebook as he smirked imagining her distraught features, glaring holes straight through his skull. The teacher had yet to say anything, excessively involved in his desultory lecture.

She aimed to push his arm off the furniture, but he simply flashed her a glare and replaced them the same. Advising not to attempt anything of sorts, this had to top off as the worse day at school. For her.

Only for her.

She expectantly docked at school, with an idea of sitting in the far-seats, admiring the greenette's blob of hair, dishevelled, his slumped posture, vigorously writing down notes and points throughout the day, perkily furrowing her eyebrows to heed whatever she had neglected. On the other hand, her bully never did any of those, perching in his chair like he controlled the place, not bothered to document anything of less significance.

He forced her to sit, she insisted on saying 'no' but the pressure he used on her to yank her down and hit her ankle in the process prevented her from returning to her spot, and her one-day seat had already been taken. She'd miss it dearly.

She was stuck with him now.

Indolently, glancing at the platform thinking what else she could do or reflect upon, the class felt it had been going on for an hour, no spoken words remained inside her head and the irascible person before her had sapped off her energy to endure.

A hand tapped her shoulder, facing towards her right, she glimpsed at a crumpled sheet being handed to her, she took it.

Wordlessly, straightening it outwards, she begins to comprehend the contents.

'You didn't come yesterday.'

The first sentence started as such.

'You forgot it, didn't you? Should have expected it from you, you are shameless, after all, bet it was enjoyable getting so much attention on your underwear.'

Her heart missed a beat, her eyes demurely softening, lips curling down, gone stiff.

'I don't get why you are so oblivious, why can't you just leave? Those two days that you weren't present, were the most peaceful day in my life!'

Gradually, she could feel the hatred oozing off that girl, her willpower took a hard hit, tears to assemble mere seconds away.

'You see, I have so much more to tell! It's private, but you can know. I'm being very generous.' It finished, signed.

Aoi Yoshikawa

She quickly shoved it inside her pocket, watching the time lane as her mind goes unfeeling. So many thoughts, she had to mentally shut down for a while. Ineffectively dismissing the blonde.

During the lunch break, she confronted the girl, with grey eyes, raven hairs, and a pose that strikes her as conceit.

She looked at her, immodestly studying her practiced composure. Aoi smiled.

"Glad to know I got through you now, why don't we talk elsewhere?" The girl suggested, she shook her head. Declining her offer, saying, "it would be better if we talk here itself, I mean what's wrong with that? Have you been telling him about everything I wore or did?" She contested.

Aoi's face grew bitter, lips tightly sealed and tugged down, she removed her resting crossed leg, and pressed herself closer.

"What if I had?" She joked.

Her eyes narrowed at the smirking girl, who seemed thrilled by her affliction.

"I could get you into trouble."

The girl glared up with distrust, contempt, rubbing her lips and scowling at her outline.

"As if. Then I could get you into trouble as well, besides, your secret relationship is bound to get you in a serious problem, don't you think?" The girl simpered.

"Excuse me? What are you talking about? I don't have any romantic relationships with anyone, are you going to fabricate a lie in hopes of getting yourself in trouble." she swiftly retaliated, folding her hands and grimacing down at her disapproving tactics. Feet firmly glued to the ground, densely holding onto her skin, clamping her raging negative notions.

"Yeah right, you sick freak. As if you aren't being intimate with your bully right now." she dolefully replied, gratuitously inculpating her, assuming she was overfond with her tormentor, with her bully, with Katsuki.

The disturbed glint had overstayed its welcome, her mouth slightly open, her face unable to conceal the shock and appal, because whatsoever did aoi or her entire classmates think of them, lovers were far from it, they were two coins of different currencies, they did not resemble nor is his degrading manners an affectionate gesture towards her or anyone, so what gave them the right to accuse her? What gave them a reason to think they were partners.

Eyebrows twist inwards, shallow inhales hastily drawing in and out, dipping her arms to the sides, she slowly begins to talk. Staring directly into the girl's grey eyes, wide and cautioning her to step back and re-evaluate her scurrilous words she quipped.

"What part of your claims seems right?" she lowly muttered, inclining forward to further exert her demanding glare. Tilting her face when no answer had greeted her ears, jutting her chin onward. "What part of it seemed right? I need to know," she stressed, her voice dangerously pitching up toward the end of her speech, shifting tones, the look in her stare prompting the girl to prevent meeting eyes.

"Because every day he tortures me, he steals away my peace, to gain a little pleasure. If you thought we were more than that, you need to get your head checked."

At that moment, it didn't occur to Aoi to list why she had guessed it according to the rumours, a so-called secret relationship, between the bully and his girlfriend.

And she had to look away to think, had she unknowingly invaded her classmate's privacy to a boyfriend who wasn't even a friend. After she traded so many things about her, to him, without ever questioning why, why did she do that?

Also, gave him the exact address of her home after he asked to know 'where she lived' she thought was out of concern, wanting to see her. Prior to handing him so many more of her stolen goods, just to save her own skin. Had she caused this?

Was she in the wrong, all along?

It was odd how she never thought how bizarre his teasing was, all, while she was under the disgusted impression of them both taking abrupt strides towards a very close relationship, doing intimate things, doing things most, wouldn't at their age. She was manipulated, threatened.

Whatsoever did he do with the items he made to steal from her classmate, her notebooks, her hairband, her likes, dislikes, how she looks without any clothes on in the changing room, most recently, wanting her to go to her house and get the things he requested.

Her notions had deformed into guilt, reduced to a loathing being.

She should have known he'd made her do it, cause of his pride. Cause he'd ruin his reputation.

Both of them were glad, the blonde's presence was not current in the room.

The tension had accumulated between them. There's no denying that.

But on the girl's part, the most prominent feeling was remorse.



She arrived home.

Exhausted, drained, saddened, and on the brisk path to her bedroom, ceasing upon listening to a certain ringtone, circling inside her space, she hesitantly entered, eyeing her chiming phone, vibrating on the table, coupled with books, and a box like-lamp. She closed the distance, peered down at the caller ID and found his name.

Her heart dropped, dragging herself back and allowing the buzzers to go unanswered, ignored, and muted. Staring at the phone from across her bed till it goes quiet again, only to impede the peace by a loud knock on the door, she promptly stood up, quickly racing down to stop her mother from receiving the door and granting her bully the permit to step inside.

"Mom! Mom!" She urged, clasping both her hand on the elder's shoulder and physically halting from making any movement towards the entrance.

"Don't open the door!" She said with a hushed manner, eyes blown wide and frantic. "What? Why?" Her mother inquired, astonished, plainly gawking at her hyper daughter.

"Because I don't want him to come and torture me again.!" Reasoned she, frowning, lips deeply curled down, panic written all over her utterance.

"Torture? What are you talking about?" Her mother slightly rose her voice, observing her daughter's eyes anxiously dart to the door, breathing in and out rather fast.

"Is it your classmate who tutored you?"

She stifled, swallowing and incapable of steadying her gaze. "Please... Please just say I've gone out or sleeping." She begged with a whimpering voice, taking in a facile puff of air through her mouth.

Her mother silently watched, pacing to the door as the banging intensified while the girl booked it to her room, softly slamming the door shut and settling on her bed, her heart pounding and her stomach stirring dreadfully, she felt like throwing up.

The muffled noises of two voices taunted her senses, she couldn't focus on calming down and gathering her turbulent thoughts, simply hunching and bending her head, hands retained between her thighs, her foot impatiently tapping the floor. Uneasiness brimming to the top, she had disregarded her need to herself take in a deep breath.

She slowly inched towards the window, after the ambience had lowered, instantly capturing the sight of him, dressed in casual clothes, striding ahead to leave the area, abruptly ceasing in his tracks. She couldn't see what he was doing with his back turned, but eventually, he bought the phone to his ears, indicating he was calling her again.

She didn't check nor did she get up to purely confirm it, his body language was clear, he was getting frustrated. She had dodged his advances to walk her home by pretending to stay back at school and sneaking out via the lower classroom windows, practically throwing her bag over the cement fence and struggling to land on the other side after she used boxes to boost herself up.

It wasn't a terrible idea, it had its undeniable flaws.

He had come near to catching her red-handed once, he was smart and loitered the floors to get a hold of her after discovering her missing.

He was probably about to get harsh with her if he caught her, in her house though.

He's at a disadvantage.

He glared in her direction, breathing heavily. Thinking how he was going to make her day-to-day operations worse.

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the night i wished to forget - bakugou katsuki genre: fluff angst | notes: angst bakugo is my best bakugou | 0.7k words - if love was throughly understood by both of you everything would be different..

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Meeting him was a sweet serendipity, a morning with a sweet cup of tea, a drizzle of caramel and a homemade coffee, that was him, that was meeting Katsuki. A daydream perhaps, a soft kiss with the sun, Katsuki knew that how he became a sole piece in your life, how he became your hope in life. You were Katsuki’s greatest home and best longing stares, on how you became his stay, everytime he says it’s better if he is alone. But, not all tales of love ended in such relief and the two of you belonged in that gamble.

Love is not an easy game when only one person is holding on, that’s what happened. Love is a curse when only one person still wants to go on and the other one wants to give everything up.

“Where did we go wrong, Katsuki?”

Your voice echoed inside the closed closet, who knew, that the two former lovers will be first one to experience the stupid game which is the seven minutes in heaven despite the name Katsuki considered this as hell, he wasn’t supposed to join in the first place but considering on how he trust his former classmates now, he actually gave in, the moment your and his name was mentioned, his hands starts to sweat even more cursing Kirishima and Kaminari in the back of his mind.

He told himself to wake up, it’s been one month since you two fell apart, give it a break, he had thought that you already moved on, two years, he yearned for you for two years, he had you for three years. And now, tonight, everything is coming back to him.

“I was the one---”

“Cut the crap, Bakugou.”

And that, that was his breaking point. All of your memories run in his head, your sweetest mornings with him, his darkest and calm nights he experienced it with you, your sweet voice that is wrapped around his head, and his calming hand caressing you when the night is colder than expected.

“I need to get stronger. I need to be number one..You keep repeating that thing, Bakugou.”

He couldn’t speak, he doesn’t know if it’s the cabinet’s fault or it's from the tension that you and him both have. He knew that couldn’t just face this with much force because he knew he would hurt you more if he did that. He knew he had a missing piece and that was you but then he lost you.

“Have you gotten stronger, Katsuki?”

“Are you happy now? Bakugou Katsuki?”

If he would he could go back into your arms uttering apologies on how he should not have let you go, muttering some explanations before betraying your love, on how he wishes he said those three words more often, on how he hoped you heard him when he wishes you to stay, on how he cried when you went away but no, he can’t. All he has is him, all he has is the strength and courage to face the dangers from society. The seven minutes became longer if he thought but before it could even end he uttered something and broke the hope for the both of you.

“Indeed, I am stronger than ever before.”

“I see.”

You sighed and the light started to enter as they opened the cabinet, you exited the cabinet and went back to your seat at least now, you knew he was strong, at least now you knew he could protect himself. To him, he left the cabinet while carrying the betrayal and comforting pain in his chest, he said he was indeed strong but he never responded to the question if he was happy.

Ain’t it funny? He repeated on how he hoped you would call out his name and him wishing you should go back to him, how funny it is, how he hoped everything would be okay, on the other hand, you thought the same but you thought he already gave his word and all hopes should be gone by now. But nothing will change the fact that he is your sweetest serendipity and you were his soft morning but now, and tonight you were the person he always remembered.

As he was the night you wish to forget.

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‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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{Yandere Katsuki Bakugo X Female Reader} [ANGST] Summary: You are only his. Even there we'll be consequences. Warnings: Dominant, Submissive, Possessive, Obsession, Spoilers

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Eyes burned holes at the back of your head. Sweat was being secreted. Despite the weather being a bit Cold.

You felt Hot.

The heavy weight of your clothes sticking suffocatingly to your skin and the feeling that it was hindering your ability to breath normally was to present on your mind. It made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin and prevented you from focusing.

Although it was socially unacceptable to proceed with this action in public, all you wanted to do was throw away your heavy clothes, and claw your own flesh out of your body so the stares would stop and neither you, or the discomfort that these stares brought would exist.

Katsuki Bakugo, ever the prideful and egoistic guy he was, relished in the outcome of the situation and the amount of attention he received. The self-proclaimed 'Greatest Hero' to be wasn't stupid or ignorant. For that reason, you absolutely hate that he knew you so well, and use that knowledge to hurt you. He knew that you hated attention, but he did not make a single move to do anything to change the situation in order to make it better for you, or comfort you through it. In fact, you were certain that he was insistent not to do anything about this situation just to seek petty revenge on you for not choosing him in the first place.

As Bakugo dragged you through the hallways forcefully, you heard the harsh words that were whispered without any consideration or thought behind it. For a school that was specifically for heroes to be, and their supports, one would assume that they know better than to be judgemental without considering all the reasons and perspectives. But apparently that was too much to ask for, because they ridiculed you. They did not question the 'Ferocious Blond' who was infamous for his viciousness, and gripped your wrist tightly enough to leave a handprint and cause you to grimace in pain. Instead, they gossiped about you and spread ugly rumors unethically.

By no means we're the nicest person ever with the sweetest smile, but you were far from being rude and vicious like Bakugo.

You were one of the first people to befriend Izuku Midoriya, believe in his strength, and return the kindness he showed everyone else. So it was ridiculous, and more than that, infuriating the others had the audacity to assume you left him because he was quirkless once again and leached onto Bakugo, his bully. This ridiculous notion was far from the truth, and no one suspected that because Bakugo had become that much stronger, was the reason you were forced to leave Midoriya.

Since the beginning of your time in UA, you were not sure what it was, but something about the petrifying predatory gaze that Bakugo had stare at you with, made you avoid him. Your instinctive gut feeling proved to be right when you got to observe his brash personality. Particularly, when he would corner you and threaten you to break it off with Midoriya.

The sight of his sneering face looming over you, and the burning smell of smoke that would start to emit from his hand whenever he threatened you was an intimidating experience. Going through this scenario each time, his level of agitation being worse than before, never made it any less terrifying. However, despite the fear, you never confirmed to his demands. You stood up to him, and stayed devoted to Midoriya throughout. Primarily because while Bakugo was undeniably stronger than you and you would not be able to confront him on your own, you used to have Midoriya there to support you and fight alongside you if the situation ever called for it.

However, now even if Midoriya wanted to be there for you, he couldn't. Compared to Bakugo, he was powerless.

Prior to passing the One for All to Bakugo, he was the main obstacle; Of course it was him. Only Deku was stubborn enough to always be in Bakugo's way and try to stop him from getting what he wanted.

But that was no longer the case. Not only had Midoriya lost his chances of becoming a hero, Bakugo has also made him give you up. So now, you were finally his. You belong only to Bakugo; It was your inevitable reality. Although, it seemed as if you were still not willing to accept that.

It was your fault really, you brought this on yourself. If only you had submitted to Bakugo earlier, then this would not have had to happen.

Once Bakugo led you out of the hallways and had you pushed against the wall, without any warning he instantly leaned down to kiss you. You moved to turn your head away, but since that was such an expected response, Bakugo had clutched your face tightly to prevent that from happening. Still, he stopped until his face was only slightly away from yours. He wasn't kissing you, but it was close enough that you felt his breath on your face, and his lips brushed against yours occasionally when he spoke.

"Keep your attitude up, and not only will l continue to make you regret it for being a bad girl, but damn Deku will regret it too. You don't truly want to add more to his suffering, do you? He already sacrificed his ultimate dream to save you at Nabu Island." He murmured against your lips, while he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

At the mention of Midoriya, your shoulders tensed up. The guilt from being so pathetic and weak that you had been captured by the enemy at Nabu Island, used as bait, and were one of the reason why Midoriya is suffering, was still weighing heavily on your shoulders. That realization made you realize that if you contributed anything else to worsen Midoriya's circumstances, you would never be able to forgive yourself. So, in response to Bakugo, you shook your head.

The sight of your defiance weakening made Bakugo smirk.

"Be a good girl and do as l say, okay?"

You shut your eyes tightly; Your thoughts from earlier returned, and so did the urges. The idea of wanting to claw your conscious out of yourself so you didn't exist now felt like a desperate need. But not being able to do that, or anything else for that matter, except only nodding to confirm your now complete obedience to Bakugo, you felt Bakugo press his lips to yours in a harsh and forceful kiss.

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Hiii! Can you do villian Bakudeku x s/o who has a Cheshire cat like quirk? It’s okay if not ! Have a good day/night !<3

Sorry it so long to get to you! I've been busy and just burnt out, hopefully this makes up for it!

Bakugou heavily disliked you at first. He hated being sneaked up on. He was honestly just glad you weren't good at combat and stuck to gathering info.

Deku was in awe. But then started muttering and asking you questions. He liked you off the bat since you weren't rude to him for doing so.

Eventually, as you get more settled into the team, Bakugou and Deku both started to appreciate your skill. The longer you stayed in the team, the more Bakugou warmed up to you.

Eventually, both Dynamite and Deku, asked you out. You weren't sure as who to pick, and they assured you that they wanted to share you.

When Katsuki would be angry, your surprise hugs would cheer him up. When Izuku was mad, he preferred to just hold you and vent out his frustrations.

Even though you were all villains, you had a really healthy relationship.

“C'mon. Give me a kiss dickhead. I want your kisses.” “Kacchan, don't be rude! I want your kisses too, babe. Give me some, please?”

Yandere Kirishima, Katsuki, and Izuku reacting to getting their head squished between their darling's thighs

Warnings: Yandere tendencies (possessiveness, kidnapping, forced affection, etc.), and nothing else. Lmk if I missed anything.

Author Note: I do not own this character! Nor do I don't approve of yandere's behavior in real life. Thank you so much for the request, this was really fun to write.

R3blogging and followings are very much appreciated and welcomed. Hope you are well!

Request(ed?): Yes! ‐ hi! Quick question, how would ejiro, katsuki, and deku react to their darling squishing their thighs onto them 🤔 😳 asking for a friend — requested by🧋anon.

Ejiro Kirishima / Red Riot

One of the ways to get him excited. He's dumbfounded, looking straight ahead at the TV while his face turns bright red and his his pants tighten.

He's known for his horny ways, and as your thighs are a huge turn-on; he'd immediately get excited and start to lick his lips.

Kirishima fingers start to trail the top of your thighs, pressing gentle kisses on the inside before biting and tickling you; of course, after a minute or two of you playing, he quickly goes back to kissing your thighs before launching himself to your crouch, ripping off your undergarments.

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Katsuki Bakugo / Dynamite

Stops moving before Chuckles loudly.

Not an ounce of embarrassment is shown on his face. Again, another one that gets horny fast, but he does enjoy your thighs; especially in this position.

Katsuki tightens his grip on your thighs, dragging his thumb downwards before biting your fat; leaving a few hickies on them. He instantly grabs you, throws you over his shoulder before leaving to a room you oh so knew (and gonna enjoy)

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Izuku Midoriya / Deku

He's a stuttering mess, face red: asking if you want a massage or....something else.

He is another one, who gets horny; he polity brushes off his sweating and squirming because he's uncomfortable. But the more you two sit there, he says fuck it.

Izuku's hands are hugging your thighs as his head is resting against your tummy, Izuku consistently moves; whining lowly before he starts to lick your thighs; exploring your skin with his touches and mouth. Then, he's aiming for your crotch, begging for more.

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Yandere Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamite Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere tendencies (possessiveness, kidnapping, forced affection, etc.), cussing, tracking device, mentions of handcuffs/chains, mention of untreated trauma, injury mentions, killing, knocking out/drug mention, and that's all. Please tell me if I missed anything!!

Authors Note: do not own this character! Nor do I don't approve of yandere's behavior in real life. All the characters I write are aged up: to 21 or older. Thank you for the request. I had a lot of fun writing Katsuki! Sorry if this is a bit short or less detailed, I was writing this while in the docters office.

R3blogging and followings are very much appreciated and welcomed. I hope you are well!

Request(ed?): Yes! - Hello Love!! Hope you're okay and safe. Could you please do bakugou as your yandere? The same anon you did for overhaul, I loved it, and your writing is so descriptive, wish you the best. Love ya <333 – submitted by anonymous.

Bakugou Katsuki is a different man from when he was in high school; he's still short-tempered, aggressive, and semi-confident, but he's nicer, at least to the other heroes. He can have a conversation with Deku, Shoto, and Ingenium. But he's still harsh, not afraid to yell at someone to fuck off or glare at them to zip it.

Due to Katsuki's background and untreated trauma, he tends to have high amounts of trust issues. He would only fall for you if you were someone he knew for a long period of time (3-6 years of friendship) or knew him in UA High School. There’s a high chance you would be a doctor, seeing him come in quite often with many, many bruises and cuts. You’d help him bandage him after a rough battle on a mission, or you could be a high secretary, working at his agency, working closely with him.

His obsession slowly unhinges when he starts to realize he’s in love with you, which turns into an emotional wreck. Everything is triggering to him: more threats/glares and chaos all around his agency. Kirishima or Shoto has to calm him down before he breaks a chair again. Not that he hates the idea of love you, but he hates why he feels this way: anxiety rolling all over his body whenever he sees you leave or go on a date. Slowly, he starts to realize that you need a real man, someone who can take care of you and make sure you're okay.

He would only kidnap you if it’s the last option on the table, either you start dating someone else, decide to quit working for him, or get hurt pretty badly (ex. Broken bones, concussion, needing stitches, etc.). Though, that’s a rare chance, even though he’s very possessive, he’s scared that you’ll hate him or change your opinion of him. Which causes him to do a semi-normal approach and try to create more than a friendship with you.

If he does kidnap you, he most likely will drug you. He’d invite you over to his house, telling you he cooked too much food and wanted you to have some. Once you come over and start to eat, you notice he hasn’t eaten, slowly falling out of consciousness as you pass out.

He baby-proofs the whole house, making sure everything is tight and secured, not wanting you to get hurt. You're even allowed to roam free around the house you share; however, he does keep a firm lock on everything that you could escape from. He also implanted a tracker into your neck when you were knocked out, which leads to him knowing your location 24/7 in case you (somehow) did run away/escape.

Even though he loves you to death, he is not beyond killing people if they get in his way, including your family members, partners, or someone flirting with you. All he cares about is you and having you.

His yandere behavior is possessive, overprotective, and violent. He tends to follow you around like a lost puppy, holding you, kissing, and biting your neck gently whilst mumbling ‘I love you and only you’. He's very expressive on how he loves you, telling you he loves you while making direct eye contact or having his arms around you.

The way he shows his affection is awkward at first, as he grew up in a household that was loud and obnoxious; he didn't really care to get hugged or kissed on, so once he brings you into your home; he's on you 24/7. He loves holding hands with you, hugging you, kissing your face, cheeks, and shoulders. He craves physical touch and mostly keeps him at bay whenever he's had a hard day.

Out of everything, he's not the worst, as long as you follow his rules. If you do act obedient, (don’t try to run away or break out), you get all the things you want/or like. If you're into reading, you have a whole room dedicated to books, along with a big window that can only be opened with a remote control button. Gaming? You have a full setup, with rainbow LED lights and 3 monitors. He will spoil you rotten, loving on you, and reminding you that you belong to him and him only.

But, if you decide to break his rules, he tends to get a bit aggressive with you. He locks you in a room, removing everything you liked and only leaving the mattress, a hanging light bulb, and thin clothes. He wouldn’t talk to you, only glaring at you once he delivers food and water (2 times) twice a day. Once you've craved enough: crawling back at him, he'll accept it, but he will keep an eye on you more than last time.

He never hurts you (physically). If he does get irritated by you, either you yelling at him to let you go, or you did something to cause a (big) reaction out of him: he leaves the room, breaking the door in process; not that he doesn’t mean too, he just gets pissed off that you don’t seem to understand that you need him, that everyone else is bad for you and you can rely on him.

Even though he lashes out sometimes, he’s super gentle with you; almost if he raises his voice, you’ll shatter like glass. He tries his hardest not to yell at you or around you, fearing you’ll change your opinion of him. His dream with you is to be dependent on him, holding him after a long day of work. However, only a man's patience can last so long.

As long as you keep to his expectations (being good), he would love you and wouldn't ever hurt you. Sadly, you'll slowly start to give into him, causing you to be dependent on him, which is what he has and always wanted.

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Insane crazy yandere kinky Bakugou please! Like he loves to dress his darling up in Lolita dresses with intricate lace and bows and thigh-highs and poofy skirts that don’t even reach lower than her ass and take pictures of her sitting on his bed until he just can’t take it anymore and rushes her with the most depraved lustful kisses and touches

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, hints of dubcon/noncon, size difference, terrified reader

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kinky yandere ! BAKUGOU KATSUKI

The contrast is nauseating. 

He’s too big. Too tall and too strong. Thick threatening muscles lined with scars like a tiger. A set of hefty shoulders on a torso so broad you find yourself shunning yourself each time the slightest silly thought of uproar surfaces. 

He’s too scary for you to ever dare anyway. His red eyes are sadistic enough alone to make you whimper the way he looks you up and down. 

It doesn’t help that he’s dressed in only black. Black boxers and black sweats hanging low around his waist, showing the fine-toned muscles of his pelvis and the manly happy trial of blond curls growing thickly from beneath the band to his briefs up to his belly button. Black tank showing off as much upper body strength as possible, taking heavy breaths like a beast, chest rising and falling along with a large black camera. The heavy-duty weapon hanging ‘round his naked neck, snapping pictures of you dolled up in all lovely intricacies. 

You can’t help but flinch each time the light flashes, the snap sounding like gunshots. And he can't help but chuckle each time you do, loving how you jump and bounce a bit on the bed, your tiny fists balling up the plush layers of tulle and lace to your poofy skirt as you press your knees tighter together, the tiny black shiny shoes adorning your feet clicking as they bob against each other with each of your shivers where they dangle off the bed just like a decorative doll sat on a mantle. 

The pink skirt to your overly extra dress lay perfectly spread like a disk around you with a silly white apron tied tight around your midsection, fastened with a great large bow on your back. All in all making you feel humiliatingly stupid. With no thanks to the equally silly white bonnet situated on your head with just as ridiculously enormous bows tied above each ear. Looking so adorably sheepish beneath its shadow, your pretty face sweetened with that lovely look of anxiety he loves so much. Such a perfect picture with those sparkly eyes welling with tears. One or two of them splashed down on the white of your apron as you sniffled a hiccup upon the harsh flash of another picture.

Your captor growled as he viewed the last set of images, or perhaps it was a groan. You peeked up from looking down at your hands folded neatly upon your lap to find what you’d been dreading. He gave the constrained area of his crotch a tug and hissed out another scary sound that had you whimper all the more.

Despite all the hefty sets of inane layers to your getup, he never ever bothered to dress you in the first. 

Underwear would just make it complicated.

can i request PURGE ! BULLY BAKUGOU being just a massive psycopath??? cuz im really digging your psyco sadistic bakugou like in BEARTRAP, loooved that crazy bitch

goodiebag WARNINGS: purge, yandere, nsfw, dubcon/noncon, bondage, considering making this a story but for now a short imagine

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yandere ! purge ! BAKUGOU KATSUKI

No, because Purge ! Bakugou is the most sadistic fuck you’ve ever met. Breaking into your house with minimum effort. Hunting you like a ghost haunts its victims, taunting you in your own home with dark chuckles echoing in every room. Jacking off to your scared whimpers and that pretty face riddled with tears. 

But it’s enough fucking around after a while, and he comes out of hiding with a ski-mask tread over his face. Allowing you to see nothing but black and even more black once he knocks you out, only to wake up to a continuance of black where you’re tied up naked on a cold table with a blindfold bound around your head.

He wouldn’t want you to know who’s doing this just yet, that would take the fun out of it. Because it is funny to him, the many thoughts that must go tumbling through your brain, thinking you were unfortunate enough to be picked at random for this. Just a poor victim of the purge with shit luck. That's so hilarious he can't stop grinning.

He thinks it’s so fucking priceless how you haven't the slightest clue who’s touching you, having no idea who's crass brazen hands are leaving their mark on every inch of your soft skin. Completely unaware if whether it’s some gross sweaty old pervert or some filthy ugly incel taking all their issues out on your pretty body. Entirely in the dark to the fact that it’s your lifelong childhood friend who’s come to remind you of the vows you made on the playground when you were kids.

He’s going to have a lot of fun with you before the day lets up and the purge ends. 

His speech is contorted through a device and you quake once the dark vocals start speaking to you.

“You know... when quirkless little sluts like you think it’ll be enough to hide behind a simple door lock, I start to think you want this.” The stranger says and your wrists wring themselves raw in your bonds as his coarse fingers rub between the exposed lips of your pretty cunt.

He smirks at how much you shiver, licking his teeth. He bets you regret not taking up his offer of protection now, laughing at how you soak the blindfold with tears. Laughing at how your soft plush thighs quake around his arm as he props and pumps you knuckle-deep with both his longest digits. His smirk sharpens with more cruel snickers when you start getting drippy and extra sensitive, his eyes wide when you pulsate on his hand in a series of shockwaves and your toes in a curl with a sweet little moan ripped from your chest. He retracts his hand and leaves you panting once your chest falls back down from arching in ecstasy, watching strings of slick snap between his fingers before looking back at your body and how you glow with dew and shake with cute post spasms.

“Looks like I caught a fucking freak.” He mocks with a laugh and you cry more violently while trying to close your legs despite the ropes tied around each ankle keeping you spread like a starfish.

“Please, mister- please- no more-” You beg, but your captor just scoffs.

“Mister?” The voice echoed in gruesome chuckles, cracked up and even more content with his choice of staying anonymous. “A pretty slut like you can handle more than that.”

You heard a zipper go undone and your heart started beating painfully much faster than before, your head hot and your throat tight and getting tighter with the swelling of panic you choked on. 

“Ain’t that right? Quirkless?” He whispered hot agaisnt your wet cheek and not even a blindfold and voice-modulator could hide who it was.

yandere ! BAKUGOU KATSUKI

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goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, breakup, possessiveness, jealousy

Just thinking about-

How much Bakugou beats himself up for not stopping you when you walked out the door. How much he hates himself for shouting out things he couldn't take back. How much he hates himself for not being able to stop the cruel words, even when he knew he was going too far.

But sometimes, shouting is all he's any good for. Making you cry is all he's good for.

And he hates it because when you stop shouting back at him because you're just crying too much to be able to speak and you run out to sleep at a friend's house or your parent's, he's left at home not even remembering what it was he was even fighting you about to begin with.

All he knows is that it's always something that isn't even your fault.

It's always something stupid.

Something about how you give congratulations, and say thank you, and smile and laugh at people's jokes, and compliment others, and involve yourself in things, and give advice, and help.

It all just makes him fester with unwarranted jealousy he can't control. And he yells at you for it.

And one of those times, when you think you've had a nice time out only to come home to his rage, you just don't bother coming back after you leave.

He tries forgetting about you, but he's never been too good at moving on.

And he just can't seem to stop missing you in absolutely everything.

Your breakfast coffee, that always had a spoon of chocolate in it and a quick pour of milk. Your plants, that he isn't able to keep alive. Your products, cluttering up the bathroom. Your clothes, adding some color to the otherwise dark laundry. Your spot on the couch, that's now just the empty space he puts all the pillows to pretend you're still sitting there.

And all those other things he used to complain about. How you would carry conversations for him because he isn't able to. How you would go out of your way to do chores that annoy him, to spare him the burden. How you would have dinner ready for him when he got home from work. How you would wash his hair in the shower. How you would rise up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek when he couldn't be bothered to bend down.

And the bed is so empty at night he can't even bring himself to fall asleep.

And he looks awful. He looks sick. He looks dying.

And when he meets in the grocery store his shopping cart is fifty percent alcohol and yours is a throwback to when you still lived together. Healthy and balanced and in a state that overall tells him you've moved on.

You say hey with a smile and glance at all the vodka and beer and ask if he's having a party with a laugh, and he's too embarrassed he lies and says yes.

And you smile like you always do and wish him a fun time before saying goodbye, and as you walk away he calls your name and tells you that you should come too for old times sake.

And just like he predicted, you take it as an olive branch and tell him you'll be there.

And he takes a look at his watch to see how many hours he has to plan the most romantic dinner for when you arrive at the empty house the two of you used to share.

And how many hours he eventually has to make a plan B if you decide not to forgive him.

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