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yandere kiribaku x gn!small reader

darling is the neighbourhood's poor/abandoned kid, from an awful household and had a fight with their neglectful parent in which ended up with darling getting kicked out of their house and was told to never come back.

Darling roams around the neighbourhood and somehow ended up sleeping on Baku's front porch. Baku saw them and observe them for a little bit but choose to ignore because he thought the darling was another beggar, but soon feels bad for darling when he saw reader was shivering in their sleep. He brings the small darling in and calls Kiri to buy some clothes for a little kid on his way back home from work, given that the darling was malnourished and had a small stature Baku thought the darling was no older than 10.

The darling woke up confused as fuck because how the hell did they end up in someone else's house? Probably uses a wide range and multicolor dictionary of curses but kiribaku greets them good morning and start feeding them breakfast, not letting darling use their own hand. Taking care of the darling delicately as if darling is some kind of scared and injured animal.

on the side note: can i be 📚 anon if it's yet to be taken?

YANDERE KIRIBAKU X READER

it was freezing out here, your parents had cast you out into the winter snow not that long ago, at least you thought it wasnt that long ago, over something as stupid as a broken mug, youd dropped it while trying to reach the high shelf. It was almost like your parents put things on the top shelves just to see you struggle, you had to physically climb onto the counter, it was expected that you would slip and break something. when it had happened, they didnt check to see if you hadnt just broken your kneck, they hadnt checked if you were alright, they immediately started screaming at you about how that was your mothers favorite mug, how youd shattered it. The truth was, youd never even seen her use it before.

and with a few whimpers from you at the glass lodged into your hand, a smack across the face from your father, and a malicious smile from your mother, you were thrown out onto the front steps, cowering away like an injured puppy. you just lay there on the cold concrete for a while, holding your breath and counting seconds to see if they would open the door to let you back in. they didn't. And soon you went scurrying off down the street after your father told you to "get off his property".

and so you went running, dressed in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, glass stuck in your hand, tears strung down your face, in freezing weather. You didn’t know what else to do, the neighborhood was silent, almost as if it were ignoring you as you rushed down its streets looking for somewhere safe. Usually you loved the winter, because it meant your parents would turn on the heater, but living where you did, the nights were frigid, especially without a jacket.

You were pretty much doomed the second you were thrown out, you were thin, and small, not because of any natural genes you'd been gifted, because of the malnutrition you daily went through, the snowy air did nothing to help the chills running down and up your spine. Your breaths were short as you rubbed your hands down and up your arms, trying to create any form of warmth. You could feel your feet go completely numb after ten minutes, then your hands, then your whole body, but you kept walking, and walking, and walking, and walking.

Until you couldn’t walk anymore, your legs collapsed, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and your face, now drained of blood, grew relaxed, almost dead. Only god knows why you kept at it and didn’t give up, maybe it was dead of your father dragging you back into that house, or some creep picking you up and hauling you into the back of their white van, or even getting eaten by wolves. All that matters, is taht your body can’t take any more, your fingers are turning blue, and you will soon die.

———

“Honey!”

“Yeah? What are you buggin me about at 11:00 at night?” The blonde responded to his husband, feighned annoyance laced through his tone. The red headed man, kirishima, was staring out through the window, probably staring at the snowflakes falling again, or laughing at two birds doing the hanky lanky again, who knows. He closed his laptop when kirishima didn’t reply, almost as if he were actually serious this time.

“I think someone just collapsed in our front yard, in the snow! They aren’t wearing much, they’ll freeze to death.” The sharky man replied, his eyes searched through the never ending white to find the small form, wearing what looked to be shorts and a t-shirt. In this weather? That’s suicide. His hands pulled open the blinds, and he squinted his eyes to try and get a closer look.

“Then let em, it’s just another beggar trying to make a lawsuit happen, if they wanna die so be it. I’m not wasting my time because you’re sweet.” He responded bluntly, clearly not giving two fucks about anyone who dared waste his, the great bakugos, time. People somehow found out where him and his beloved lived, and constantly made it a task to beg and steal from them, it was tiring honestly, and he was in no mood to deal with it.

“No but I think it’s a child, maybe they got lost and couldn’t find their way home. We can’t just leave them out there!” He used his pretty eyes to beg his husband to help, sure, he’s pretty gullible and over trusting with just about everyone, but it feels right this time, he might let an old alcoholic die, but not a young one, he can’t have children without them becoming a target, so he’s not going to take away that wonderful opportunity from someone else.

“Fine. You owe me for makin me go out in the cold. “ the man grumbled, grabbing his coat, he was usually asleep by now, but Japan needed him on call tonight, apparently villain activity was rising tonight specifically, he hasn’t gotton a call yet. Guess it just works out that a person almost dies in his driveway the night he’s able to stop it. His boots crunched on the snowy dirt as he walked passed the driveway to the front, huffing when he failed to find you.

It took him a few moments, but he eventually found the small form lying down in his bushes, he was just about to yell at the person to get up and go away. Kiri is gullible, he is not, this is certainly just another dickhead aiming for money. But, right before he did, he heard the small whimper leave your lips, and noticed the blue ring of your hands and feet. So he flipped you over, and then he saw you. Your face was so peaceful, so sweet, it made his heart melt. A child, no older than ten at your size, was stuck in his driveway, shivering and freezing, it is to be fate. Not that he really believed in fate, but now he does.

“Alright, cmon” he muttered under his breath, hooking his arms under you and hoisting yoj up, he realized how tiny you really were, so light, so fragile, he felt like he could snap you in half with one wrong move, the world sure has done a number on you huh? Why would you even be out here all alone? Who would let such a sweet thing out to die like this, he gave a thumbs up to kiri in the window, telling him that the child nearing death was alright. He admired you as he walked up the front steps, every little perfect line in your face, you were just perfect, is little, so small, something inside him bursted a little bit, carrying you like this makes him want to be a father again. Goddamnit, he thought he’d gotton over that.

It wasn’t long before you were brought inside, wet and shivering, kirishima was in yoj almost immediately, typing your hair up out of your face, that motherly instinct he kept inside him came out the moment he saw you. You were adorable, and fragile, the two worst combinations in this world. He didn’t want to fully invade your privacy, he was a hero after all, so he left your clothes on and just layered you over with blankets.

“Babe? Can you get me one of those hot packs from the pantry, this little one needs to be warmed up, soon.” He spoke, knowing that his firey blonde of a man had already had one ready. The hot pack was soon pressed against your lower abdomen, kirishima massaging it slowly back and forth to distribute the heat, whe he noticed the thin scars around your belly. Some looked fresh, some old, there isn’t any way these were accidental, a blade has cut these. And you’re jsut a mere child, it was clear someone had done this to you.

“Oi. What the hell is that?”

“I don’t know, but I’m starting to think there’s more of a reason why she was out wandering the cold this late. And it isn’t good.”

———

when you woke up. you were warm, uncharacteristically so, especially since you were supposed to be a frozen dead body. There was a weight over you, constricting your movement, you basked in the comfort for a moment, enjoying the cuddly warm blanket around, before remembering you were kicked out, so there wasn’t a real way you could be under a blanket. Was this a dream? You shot up at the realization, looking around the area. Instead of your familiar bedroom, you were in a larger, more lavish one. It wasn’t extraordinarily decorated or anything, and looked a lot like a guest room, but it was better than anything you’d ever lived in.

“What the fuck- holy shit- am I dead- motherfucker I died. This is either heaven or a dream. I swear to god-“ you screeched, kicking the blankets off yourself, and gladly noticing how your outfit hadn’t changed. Your hand was in pain, but was still wrapped in a gauze, you could tell the shards were out. Who would do this? Maybe it was the sweet old lady down the block, she liked you. Or maybe you were kidnapped and this is all a plaud to kill you and sell your organs to some old men. Who knows, you sure didn’t.

“I think it’s best you stay in bed for now sweetheart, you had quite the bit of trauma to your head last night. Just let us take care of you, we’ll make further arrangements soon, you won’t be stuck in the old guard room for long” a red haired man spoke from the doorway, swooping done to loop his arms around your torso, and tucked you back into the soft, REALLY soft, bed. He patted your head when you looked at him in confusion, you knew this man from somewhere… oh that’s right, he’s one of the most popular heros in the area, red riot. The one who apparently has a soft spot for kids.

“Why am I here- did my dad make you do this?” You questioned, the full weight of the situation now bearing on your shoulders, you kicked his hands away, pushing him off of you completely. You were supposed to be frozen! Sitting in the cold snow just as cold, dead. Although it’s sad to admit, you would just rather die than go back to this sad, sad world. That’s why you were freaking out right now, screaming and kicking, no real idea what you were angry or scared For, maybe your parents, maybe fear of what these people could do. Just angry.

“It’s alright, your fath- bakugo is cooking up some yummy breakfast right now, you just stay in bed and wait. We’ll have a talk about your stay here after, but just snuggle up for now” he continued, somehow answering all and none of your questions at the same time. You listened of course, it was obvious they kidnapped you, meaning they could do whatever the hell they wanted, your brain might’ve been frozen last Ohhh, but you aren’t stupid.

“I-ok. You’re the hero right?”

“Yep, you can just call me kiri. Now, Can you tell me a bit about what happened lasts night?”

———

You’d spilled everything, it’s not like you had much to lose anyway, the man didn’t understand a few things, like how someone would dare hurt you, hurt someone with no way of fighting back, maybe it was the hero inside of him, but he just felt so bad about that. You, precious little you, were ignored by your parents, cast out from your family, and treated like dirt? Not only was he livid, but he was sad. He can’t let you go back.

“Breakfast is ready” the man chimes from the door, his vice uncharacteristically high. He walked in with a tray, kiri grabbed it and laced it over your lap, pushing your fight back into the warmth of the covers when you tried to sit up. The blonde one, whom you now knews name was bakugo, sat on your other side, pressing his hand against your forehead to check for fever or illness, both were there, almost freezing to death kinda makes you sick

There was no way they were sending you back into the world now

But don’t worry

They’ll make let you stay with them --------------------------------------------------I just went through my drafts and i'm finishing them off, so enjoy plz!tell me what you think in the comments!

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