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His Fantasy- Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

*TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc*

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 A Night of Unfortunate Events (DRAFT- not done) Words 1,500

It’s so boring down here and as far as I’m concerned no one has come to rescue me. I’m starting to think people are ignoring my disappearance. When I’m alone for this long I can feel my sanity thinning. The only human contact I’ve had in the past week has been with Shigaraki. I sit on the floor of the basement looking through my stolen knick knacks. He’s been gone for hours on a ‘League mission’. I thought I’d be glad to have more alone time, more time to think but I feel myself crave interaction since my life has become so devoid of it.

Last night he told me I’d be moved upstairs which is a relief. Being down here in the dark and constantly breathing in the moldy air has made my mind restless. The more I think about how messed up this whole situation is the more my head begins to ache. Hearing a lock turn brings me back to reality. His form is as tall and haunting as ever as he enters the room. Placing the wax white hand off his face and onto the table, he turns to greet me.

“I have good news” he smiles

He seems to be in a good mood but his speech is a little slurred. He waits for me to respond but I just examine him. Something's off. He walks closer to me, smiling.

“C’mon, lets go” He urges, waving his hand

Looking up at him in utter confusion I utter a small “What?”

He just shakes his head and smiles wider

“Come, lets go”

Shigaraki motions again for me to follow so I do, lifting myself off the ground and navigating around my things toward him. He holds my shoulder with four fingers, allowing some of his weight to fall onto me, guiding me up the stairs. Once we enter the hallway I look up to him to see a large smile plastered across his face. Most of the smiles he shows are either menacing or unhinged but this smile radiates genuine happiness. His eyes crinkle softly and his cheeks are puffy and pink. He actually looks cute but I kick myself internally for finding a mass murderer attractive. What the fuck is wrong with me.

We enter a room two doors down and inside is a messy bedroom. Shigaraki guides me inside.

“Welcome home” he says happily, gesturing to the room

Oh wow, I’m staying here? “Is this your room?”

He walks to his computer and grabs a bottle of clear liquor off the desk, handing it to me.

“Now it’s yours too. Have some, I wanna celebrate.”

So he is drunk. I haven’t been much of a drinker. I’ve had some wine or beers but never enough to get me actually drunk. I look to him and see he’s getting impatient.

“C’mon, drink it” he insists. Grabbing the bottle from my hands and opening it for me.

I take a sip and shiver at the icy sensation in my throat. This tastes like nail polish remover. Looking up I see him look to the bottle and motion for me to drink more so I do. He smiles again, grabbing the drink from my hand and taking a large sip.

“Today was a good test run, and now we have a man on the inside” he brags

I think back to his phone call, what does he mean? This could be important info to remember.

“What happened?” I ask, trying to sound innocent

He walks to the gaming console and inserts a dvd.

“Nomu attack. Lots of people panicked when they realized the number one hero couldn't even defeat him.”

Although his face was turned, I could sense the mood darken.

“He killed the nomu but we have plenty more. I showed them how easily this whole facade can crumble.”

Shigaraki looks at me and pats the floor next to him, his whole demeanor changing.

“Take another drink and we’ll play.”

I walk over to sit beside him, hesitantly taking the bottle from him and drinking a few more times. He takes the bottle from me and takes a few large sips before handing me a controller. I hear familiar music and look up to see that we're playing mario kart.

“Have you played?” He asks sloppily

I look to him to nod but he's too busy going through the characters

“Yeah”

“Are you any good?” He asks seriously

How can someone go from talking about taking down hero society to asking if I’m good at mario kart? This feels too nonchalant and I start to feel the weight of my situation press down on me but my brain is getting fuzzy so I just push those feelings away and answer him.

“Actually I am.” I say

He drinks more of the clear alcohol, handing me the bottle and retorts,

“We’ll see about that”

I drink more and we play. It seems so casual. The more I sip, the more my limbs become heavier and my brain foggier. The first few rounds he won and I found myself getting frustrated. Just let me have one fucking thing. After his fourth win I groan loudly and reposition myself so I can move with the controller.

“I thought you said you were good!!” He laughs, running his hands through his hair

I stretch and glare at him

“I am, I just need to main someone else”

He raises his eyebrows at me with a grin and leans back, handing me the bottle which was half empty at this point. I take a big sip, shivering at the taste while we play. This time I finally get a win.

“YES!” I yell, holding my arms up in triumph

Shigaraki looks at me with a bitter expression and takes the controller out of my hand.

“Were playing something else” He slurs

“Whaaat? But I got my first win, c’mon!!” I complain

He looks to me and I examine his face. There's a scar across his lip.

“How’d you get that” I mumble, pointing at his lip

I unconsciously reach out to touch the scar but he takes my hand and sways a little

“S from a fight” He answers

“Why do you fight so much?” I ask, honestly curious

He just shrugs allowing his head to loll to the side. He releases my hand and steadies himself

“I gotta” He says lazily

I stare at his hazey eyes and find my mind wandering. Feeling bold I ask the question that's been on my mind since I’ve been here.

“Why do you hate heroes? I mean why do you do what you do” I slur

He stares back, blinking slowly

“They don’t do anything for anyone, they just look pretty and smile.”

My curiosity grows as he stares blankly at the wall behind me

“Smiling won’t stop suffering” He says in a darker tone

“Whatta you mean? What’d they do to you?”

Shigaraki glances down to his hands, his expression hardening. Under his veil of blue hair his eyes looked sad. He sat for a minute longer longer before his look softened

“S a long story. I was just a kid and when no one came to help One For All was there”

My stomach felt empty at the mention of One For All. Even as everything swirls around me I have to keep prying.

“How’d he find you?”

Shigaraki places his hand under his chin, propping himself up. Just as I think I crossed the line he finally responds.

“Doesn’t matter. He took me in and raised me. He showed me how corrupt this world his. He molded me and trained me. You should meet him, you could learn a lot”

I stare at Shigaraki while my brain tries to absorb all of this. He was groomed by a villain to become a human weapon. I feel sadness creep in while I think about the awful things he must have gone through for him to end up here. He’s done horrible things but all under the influence of One For All.

“Wha- why are you lookin at me like that?” He mumbles, leaning his head to the side

“Like what?”

“Like.. I dunno like you’re being judgy” he retorts, his brows furrowing and lip pouting

He clumsily grabs the bottle and shoves it onto my lap. I look at the label and see that it’s grey goose vodka.

“M not being judgy, I guess I just wish none of that bad stuff happens to people or to you.” I say while unscrewing the cap and drinking

He scrunches his face into an expression of dramatic confusion.

“Huh?”

I take a second to think but my mouth seems to be the only thing working.

“It sucks that no one came to help. If someone did then you wouldn’t hate heroes this much, right?”

“No one wants to help a starving kid ”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Authors note:

Hi, idk if I’ll finish this, I probably will. As long as people are enjoying it I’ll keep writing. It’ll get spicy at one point, probably the next chapter. This chapt isn’t finished either I was planning for a kiss :) lmk if u like it or send me a message or smthing thank you sir getting this far!

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xalphacentauri · 2 years

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His Fantasy- Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

*TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc*

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Chapter 5 Butterflies Words 1,551

Shigaraki sit’s in the same chair he has for two nights now, slouched and staring off into space as he rants about hero flaws. When he rambles like this I try not to listen, mostly because a lot of what he says makes sense. Something he said during my first night here keeps replaying in my head.

‘This false ideal they’ve created just blinds everyone to what's really going on. People are silently suffering and all anyone cares about is an autograph.’

I don’t know why but I understand. Most of my initial fear has totally subsided, replaced by emptiness and a slight curiosity. I know he won't hurt me as long as I play along so I just sit and listen, nodding when he looks at me. Looking behind Shigaraki I see the things I’ve been missing piled in the corner. I’ve been wearing the same clothes for three days and I feel so sticky. I play with the hem of my shirt seeing it caked in dirt.

“Are you listening?” he asks

I snap my head forward and nod as he takes a deep breath and continues his rant. Maybe I should ask if I can take a shower. I haven't left the basement since he brought me here though. A sigh escapes me before I can stop myself. Shigaraki looks to me, glaring

“Am I boring you?” He asks dryly

“No, not at all. I just-” “What?”

“I just feel kind of gross” I say sheepishly

Shigaraki looks like a fussy child. He folds his arms and straightens his back.

“What do you mean by gross?”

“Oh no no!! I mean, I haven't showered in a few days and I just, you know..”

“Oh” Is all he says, slouching back while looking me up and down.

I look away and try to sink into the chair, praying I disappear. I shouldn’t have offended him. I need to remember the situation that I’m in right now. I can see his thought process play out across his face. I haven’t done anything risky in the past two nights, well except smash him into a wall and give him a small concussion. After a minute or two he breaks the awkward silence

“Do you want to shower?” He asks

I look at him shocked and nod, feeling hesitant.

“Yeah, I mean yes please.” I say slowly

There's another long silence while he stares at me, brows furrowed

“I won't try anything!” I say truthfully If I try anything he’ll f*ckin kill me anyways

He shifts his weight in the chair

“As long as you behave it should be fine.”

With the promise of running water and soap I feel myself perk up a bit.

He continues to stare. I can feel his red eyes burn holes through mine.

“Promise” I whisper, holding up my hand

Shigraraki scratches at his neck, standing up and once again I’m reminded of how huge this man is. He looms over me expectantly, staring down through his light blue hair.

“C’mon” He says in a scratchy voice

“Right now?”

I didn’t expect him to decide so quickly, I guess I really do look as gross as I feel. He gives a swift nod for confirmation. Thinking about leaving the basement makes me a little nervous though, there's more league members upstairs. Maybe I can scout the place out a bit to plan an escape. If I leave while he's sleeping I’ll have plenty of time to get my mom to safety and warn everyone. No, that's too risky.

I feel my legs stretch as I get up. Shigaraki still looms over me barely a foot away, watching me get to my feet. We make eye contact briefly until he looks away and begins walking to the door. I follow slowly, watching his feet scuff the concrete as he walks. This all feels too good to be true.

When we reach the door he turns to me and places four fingers on my upper arm. His grip is loose but I don't intend on testing it. The door creaks open and we walk up the squeaky stairs. I never noticed before but in this lighting you can see light scars on Shigraki’s neck. Some are faint but others are so deep that they leave indents. There are fresh scratches right under his jawline, some red, some pink. He catches me looking and shrugs his shoulders high, ducking his head down and leading me through the doorway into the hallway.

I can hear people chatting and glasses clinking behind a curtain down the hall. The league of villains’ base seems so casual, much less dreary than I’d imagined. We stop in front of a white door at the end of the hall. Behind the door is a typical bathroom with a standing glass shower. He leads me inside and closes the door. My heart speeds up.

Shigaraki closes the distance between us, looking down at me

“Go ahead, I’ll turn around” he says

What? Absolutely not. I look away, feeling my face get hot and panicked at the idea. Alone and naked with a mass murderer who's obsessed with me? Yeah, no.

“Oh.. do you think I can shower alone?” I ask quickly

He shifts his weight, looking at his hand which is still gripping my arm. Adrenaline begins pumping through me. He takes a few heavy breaths and finally responds.

“How do I know I can trust you?” he says quietly

An image of the fire flashes through my mind. I know he’s downright evil but his eyes look so innocent and his features so soft. Even though he makes me uncomfortable, scared and sometimes absolutely terrified, I feel the deep hunger of curiosity buried within me. Why does he look so sweet? I don’t want him to trust me but for me to survive and to satiate this strange hunger I have to adapt. He has to believe me.

“I don’t know.” I answer “But I’m not leaving” At least I was honest

He runs his fingers up and down along my arm, pinky raised, while he thinks. I feel myself shrink on the spot. What if he doesn't like my answer and he put the other finger down? I’m a liability after all.. no he wouldn't. But he could… “Remember what I said?” he whispers, his tone suddenly sharp

His fingers squeeze my arm tighter as he stares at me with such intensity that my blood runs cold.

“If you try anything, I will know and there will be hell to pay for it.”

I nod. He gives me one last warning look and walks out of the room.

With the sound of the door closing I feel my lungs burn. I’d been neglecting to breathe that whole time. I look to the door to make sure I’m alone; I know I watched him walk out but I still feel the pressure of his fingers on my arm. Even when I’m alone it still feels like he's right behind me, watching. A chill runs down my spine and I begin peeling my clothes off. I shake the fear away. I really need this shower, I’ve been sitting in my sweat for three days now.

Hopping in, I let the hot water run down my back, breathing in the steamy air. Even though his threat still plays through my mind, I can hear a small voice in my head telling me to make a run for it. Would escaping even be possible? If I leave or try to leave the league will kill everyone I care about.

Pictures of my mom, Mina, Kirishima, everyone from UA flash through my mind. I can’t risk hurting that many people. Someone will come to rescue me... eventually. I lather my hair and scrub my body. Looking down I see the bruises from the rope encircling my arms. Rubbing over them, they’re only slightly tender but still sting. People must know that I’m missing but do they know where I am?

After I’m fully cleaned I peak out of the shower to find a towel. Oh wonderful, not a towel in sight. A knock on the door startles me.

“Y-Yes?” I respond

The door opens a few centimeter

“Are you almost done?” He asks impatiently

I feel disgusted with what I have to ask but I don't have anything clean to dry myself off with. I take a sharp inhale

“Umm actually I don't have a towel, do you think...you can get me one?” If he takes a single step into this bathroom I swear I’ll scream

There's a short pause before he responds from beyond the door

“Oh yeah I forgot.”

The door closes and I hear footsteps walk away. Okay, so he's getting me a towel and maybe some clothes. I place my back and rope burnt arms against the cool tile wall. Within seconds there's another knock. I brace myself and step out of the shower, I’d rather hide behind the door then have him walk in and have myself naked, on display in the shower.

I run and grip the handle before he can open it. Moving my naked body behind the door, I turn the handle and open it just a little. He’s standing an inch away from me with a towel and some of my clothes in his hands. I look up to meet his eyes. His face is flat and pink with a light in his eyes of an emotion I can’t place. I can feel my face burn bright red as i give him a shaky

“Thank you”

I reach my hand out to take my things, my other hand still gripping the door knob. With the clothes and towel in my hand I begin closing the door, Shigaraki never breaking eye contact with me. The door closes and I look to the mirror. My eyes are still wide and cheeks flushed. With weird butterflies in my stomach I begin to dry myself off. What’s wrong with me? I push that weird feeling to the side and get dressed. When I finish I open the door to find Shigaraki standing against the opposite wall staring at the floor, lost in thought. I go to speak but a voice interrupts.

“Who’s this?” A deep sarcastic voice asks

I look to the voice to find a tall rugged man coming from behind the curtain. Tall, black hair, blue eyes with patchwork stapled to his body. I’ve seen him before.

Shigraki whips his head to Dabi, his expression sour.

“None of your business” Shigaraki spits, pulling himself to his full height

Dabi rolls his eyes and strolls past, glancing to me and scoffing

“Relax, I was just curious.” He complains

I follow him with my eyes as he makes his way down the hall and into a room. Looking back to Shigaraki, his gaze is on me. He looks thoroughly annoyed. I gulp and begin to speak but I’m cut off once again.

“Lets go” He seaths, stepping forward and grabbing my arm

Shigaraki pulls me along with more force than necessary causing me to stumble a bit. Walking down the stairs and through the basement doorway, he slams the door behind us and skulks to his usual chair. I look around at the basement that I’ve gotten to know a little too well. The air is thick and musty, the floor cracked and dirty. I don’t think I can stay down here, it’s too dark, too damp. It feels like I can't breathe whenever I try to sleep.

I walk to the table which is now home to all of my belongings plus food and water. I pick up a strawberry candy and look over to Shigaraki. I think I’ll test my luck. I walk to my seat and sit down. His arms are folded and he looks lost in thought again, tapping his foot. He said yes to a shower, maybe I can stay upstairs instead of down here. I try to summon as much courage as I can before speaking.

“Are you upset?” I ask lightly

His foot stops tapping and red eyes dart forward to meet mine, a puzzled expression on his face.

“What?” He asks

My face grows hot again. Maybe this wont work. “I asked um if you're okay? You look upset.”

He opens his mouth to speak but stops himself, looking more and more confused.

“Why?” He questions

F*ck. I look around the room trying to find something to say.

“I don’t know, um maybe there's something I can do?” I whisper What the f*ck am I saying.

He continues to stare. I was going to ask to move upstairs but I trapped myself. Okay, what do I do. I look down at the strawberry candy and back to him. Standing up, I carefully walk over to him and extend my hand, offering him the candy. He looks to my hand for a moment before reaching out and accepting it.

“I’ll be gone tomorrow, we have some business in the city.” He states

Will I be alone here? Maybe I can leave then, that will give me plenty of time

“There will be other people here and I won't be gone for long.”

I feel the small amount of hope that I’ve clung to deflate a bit. I look to my feet.

“Okay” I answer

“You won't have to be down here for much longer.” He says, looking at the candy “If you’re smart and stay put when I’m gone you'll get a reward.”

“What's happening tomorrow?” I ask

Shigaraki looks up to me with a devious grin, his eyes alight with mischief.

“Something exciting” He rasps

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Chapter 4

Chapter 6

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His Fantasy- Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

*TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc* Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 4 Loose Ends Words: 2,034

It’s been hours and I’m still bound to this chair. I’ve thought of 3 different ways to escape but will I attempt any of them? Absolutely not. If I move or even loosen these ropes I’ll be putting everyone I know at risk. I think back to the vicious look in his eyes as he threatened everyone I love. An icy chill runs down my back. His personality changes so quickly just like a child. I’ve accepted my fate. For what seems like the 100th time I look down at the ropes. My arms are a bit discolored from the lack of bl*od flow and I’ve lost feeling in my legs. I try to take a deep breath but it just comes out a shallow sigh.

Most of the fear that was built up has fizzled away, a sinking feeling replacing it. I know it might seem irrational but I’m surprisingly calm. I realized the questions that have been eating away at me for the past three months have finally been answered. I think I would have rather been crazy though. I’m lucky he hasn’t killed me yet but he clearly has some sort of obsession so I can use that to my advantage. I’m willing to play along until someone realizes I’m missing, then I’ll be saved and I can go home. Hopefully.

I hear heavy footsteps approaching and straighten up. A lock rattles followed by the creaking of the door. Vermilion eyes peek through a white dead hand, looking me up and down. His tall form lumbers into the room, feet shuffling on the concrete. His voice is a bit muffled, but just as deep and ghostly as before.

“Ahh, you’ve stayed put? Good” His eyes crinkle as he smiles under the hand

Seeing him again reawakens some of the fear. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say so I just nod. He appraises me once more before walking to the table to put the disembodied hand down. He traces the wood on the table with his fingertips looking over his shoulder to me. The blood from his forehead has been wiped away leaving a small amount of dried blood smeared along his hairline. His eyes are guarded but giddy.

“You know, ever since that night I knew I wanted you.” He says with a small smile

I try to remember when I first saw him but nothing comes to mind. The sightings started as an inside joke with myself, that I was going crazy or I needed to get more sleep.

“W-when was that?” I ask

“You don’t remember?” He asks in fake shock, raising an eyebrow

“Take a guess”

I rack my brain for anything but nothing comes to mind. He stares, his expression becoming more serious.

“Think. It wasn’t that long ago, was it?” He whispers

“I don’t know” I answer honestly

His brow furrows as he stares harder, almost as if he was trying to communicate telepathically. He moves his hands around a little for exaggeration.

“C’mon, it was a bright warm night. Plenty of music too” He says with a wicked grin

“Bright warm night? I- I don’t kn-” I stop and feel my expression go flat as I process what he meant.

His smile and eyes grow wider.

“HAH! You DO remember!”

The fire. That was the league. They lit the fire three months ago.

“I heard your screams and came to watch another hero suffer, but then I saw your face. Your beautiful face, distorted by agony. The pain and terror was almost tangible.” He was coming closer to me, talking faster by the second

“You screamed yourself raw but no one was there to help. I saw the pure fear in your eyes turn to resolve. I was watching someone realize how flawed hero society is. I was watching you be reborn. I could feel your pain. I understand!! Don’t you realize I understand?”

He crouched directly in front of me and placed four fingers on both my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.

“I can help you! I can show you more, show you what heroes really do. I’ll show you how they destroy everything they touch and the people THANK THEM FOR IT!”

His gaze swept across my face looking for any emotion but I don’t have much left to give. I don’t understand what he’s saying. I can hear him but it’s not making much sense.

“Well?” He asks expectantly

“Why?” Is the only response that I can give, my voice weak and raw

He stares deeper into my eyes, debating whether league information can be given away. A tear drips down my cheek and rolls over his fingers. He watches the tears progress as he furrows his brows.

“It was just business, tying up some loose ends.” He answers seriously, rolling his fingers to feel the dampness of my teardrop

“It’s not that important, maybe I’ll tell you someday if you’re good.”

I must be in shock. He was the reason for everything. Everything bad that has happened to me is his fault. But why didn’t more heroes come to help, they could have saved those people . What am I saying… Why did he have to kill them?

“I don’t understand, why did you…”

“Well Dabi was supposed to just kill the one family, accidents happen” He shrugs as if that made it any better

“W-what loose ends?”

“I told you, I’ll tell you soon. Right now’s not the ti-”

His phone began buzzing. He let out a heavy sigh and stood up, digging around for his phone. He roughly pulled his cell out of his pocket, careful never to touch it with all five fingers. Deeply scowling and briefly looking at the screen he swiped his phone and accepted the call, beginning to pace back and forth.

“What?!” He snapped

“Yes I know It’s happening soon, have Dabi meet him in the usual spot to go over the plan.”

I couldn’t hear the voice on the other line but I could see Shigaraki getting more and more irritated.

“If he is a liability then we kill him. I’m not afraid of an inexperienced hero. Prep the nomu and have Dabi meet him tonight. Like I said, we have everything planned already and we have no room for error.”

Shigaraki stopped his pacing, scuffing against the flooring and balled his fists.

“I’ll get him. He’s been on my last nerve since we recruited him”

Ending the phone call, he looked to me

“I’ll be back soon. I’ll even take you out of the ropes to eat something, we just have a little problem.”

I watched as he stomped his way to the table to retrieve the hand, muttering incoherently under his breath

“F*cking conceited as*hole” he whispered to himself

Placing the hand on his face once more he looked over his shoulder towards me then walked out the door, locking it after it closed.

I sat in the silence, shocked. Why does it have to be me? I’m torn between the nothingness that’s begging to consume me and the fresh sadness that aches to be expressed. How could one person hold so much evil and blood lust in their heart. What caused Tomura Shigaraki to become who he is today? My mind is overwhelmed with emotion and I ultimately choose to shut down. I’m so exhausted from everything. Nothing feels real. I shut my eyes and feel the nothingness absorb me, dragging me into a dark empty sleep.

I hear the rustling of a bag in the distance and feel something rubbing my arm. Am I awake or am I dreaming? I open my eyes in a daze, seeing shigaraki with gentle eyes a foot away from me, rubbing my arm and slightly shaking me. He had a warm smile which looks odd in contrast to his scars, scratches and heavy bags.

“Hi sleepy” he coos

I look around again, my surroundings are the same but I feel different. I look towards his hand which has moved to my shoulder, stroking my upper arm. There are no ropes constraining me. I jolt and look to Shigaraki.

“The ropes?” I ask

“You’re not going anywhere, I think you understand what will happen if you do” he says matter of factly

“Here, I got this for you, I know it’s your favorite” he says, reaching into the bag and settling himself down in front of me

He pulls out the most delicious smelling food, I can’t even remember the last time I ate. My throat feels extra dry looking at the water bottle in the bag. He looks up to me and unscrews the cap, handing me the water. I take a small sip at first but wind up drinking the entire bottle, small dribbles of water leaking down my chin. Shigaraki’s gaze remains on me, immersed.

“Are you hungry?” He asks

I give a hesitant nod and look down at the food, my stomach feels like it’s eating itself. He hands me the takeout and carefully observes as I nearly swallow the entire plate.

“You should slow down” he says cocking his head to the side

I look down, a bit embarrassed but too hungry to comment. As I eat Shigaraki opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it. I stop and stare. He looks away and begins to speak,

“They were yakuza” he says

I look at him puzzled and tilt my head a little.

“Akio Chisaki” he replies plainly

I choke as I attempt to swallow. Shigaraki gets up and begins to pat my back. I flinch a bit at his touch but there’s nothing I can do. He walks back to the bag as I cough and gets another water bottle, opening it for me once again. I drink deeply.

“Ch-Chisaki?” I ask

“You’re little friends uncle was the leader of a yakuza group.”

“No, I knew him, we were best friends since middle school”

Shigaraki huffs irritably

“You clearly didn’t know his family well enough. His uncle was a powerful villain.”

“Villain?” I ask

“Overhaul? Haven’t you heard of him?”

“Overhaul?! He was Akio’s uncle?” I whisper

“Yes, real annoying guy too. He stole one of the league member’s arms, so I took both of his.” He was smiling triumphantly at this memory

“An eye for an eye” He mutters

That’s why they burnt down the building. But Akio did nothing wrong. Why did he have to die? I look down at the ground as the pain returns.

“Why.. did you have to kill them all?” I ask quietly

Shigaraki looks to my plate

“It’s just tying up loose ends. We had to take out the bloodline, and wouldn’t want anyone seeking revenge.” He states plainly

I feel sick. I shift my weight uncomfortably, not knowing what to do with this information. Akio was kind. I remember going to his house to play video games, eating dinner with his family. I never knew they were so dangerous. But he was just a kid, he couldn’t have been involved in anything. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.

The leave of villains taking down other villains? That doesn’t make any sense. What is Shigaraki’s motive? I feel the plate of food disappear from my grip. He stuffs the food back into the bag and hands me a piece of hard candy.

“Thought you might like this” he says, getting up from his spot

Looking at the candy, it’s in a little strawberry wrapper. My grandma had these candies. Before I can process anything I feel a finger lift my chin.

“Stay put, don’t leave this room. I’m coming back with some things for you okay?”

I stare up at him, he’s leaving me untied?

“Remember what I said? If you try anything I will find you”

I feel the heat from his stare. I understand completely.

“O-okay” I whisper

His finger disappears and I look back down to the candy, playing with the wrapper. I’ll stay until someone comes for me. The longer I stay the more I find out. This is valuable information. I’ll be helping others by staying, right?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Authors note: HI! What do u think? I think its coming along pretty good. leave a like or smthing idk but thanks u for making it this far. I wrote this a long time ago but felt like uploading it here so it wasnt just collecting dust in my google docs. If you know me irl, no you dont, keep scrolling. Maybe ill keep writing it for funsies.

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His Fantasy- Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

*TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc* Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 3 The Break Words: 2,284

She looks so innocent listening to her music. She takes out her headphones, admiring the park, so blissfully unaware of anything around her. She doesn’t know how cruel society can be. The world is a dangerous place, that’s why you need me. I think I’ll trail her a bit longer, make sure she gets back to the dorms safely. She’s lucky I haven’t decayed that whole class yet. I’m doing her a favor really, she’ll have to repay me soon. They all deserve to rot. I take longer strides to get closer to her, just being near her calms my nerves. I’m a few feet behind her watching her hair bounce back and forth. Her innocence is tangible, I can make her into anything I want. Soon.

My thoughts are interrupted by a group of men walking towards her. The men are clearly drunk. Disgusting. I’ll stay close by in case something happens. If any one of them even look at her, I’ll f*cking kill them myself.

As the men pass by one of them bumps into her, knocking her backwards onto me. My heart skips a beat as I use my fingers to lift her up. She’s so soft, so warm. She’s mine. I lace my fingers around her neck, pulling her close to me. She looks up to me with eyes wide as I’d ever seen, like a deer in headlights. What a magnificent sight, she’s terrified.

“We finally meet.”

I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such joy as I have at this moment. The look of horror on her pale beautiful face and the sensation of her body pressed against mine, It’s pure bliss. I glide my fingers along her neck, basking in the feel of her silky skin. Leaning my head down, I take a breath and all I can smell her. Amazing.

“If you move, I’ll kill you. You know that so don’t try anything” I say

My breath is becoming erratic, but I move my head closer to her anyways. Her scent is like a drug, intoxicating me. I didn’t think it would be today, but I’m prepared. I’ll take her back with me after this conversation.

“I never expected we’d meet this way. I had something much more.. entertaining planned.”

“W-what?” she whispers

She’s seen me watching her, she knows what I want but shes playing dumb. I saw you yesterday but now you want to play hard to get? She’s toying with me. Very funny. I let out a low laugh at this idea and grip her tighter,

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know I-”

I hear a loud obnoxious voice and recognize it immediately. Across the street is the “Pro Hero” Gunhead, some other idiot in a sh*tty polyester costume and a young wanna be hero. My hand clamps her throat tighter. Things could get messy if I take her here and I don’t want to draw any attention. On the other hand she’s kept me waiting long enough. Frustration bubbles through me. I’ll have to do this another time. I turn her away from the ‘heroes’ and try to take in this moment the best I can before I have to leave. I see the bag she dropped with the skirt that fit her perfectly. I have enough of her things at the hideout for her to stay there for weeks.

“You look good in pink” I mutter into her neck, her hair tickling my nose

I’ll see you soon. I release my hand from her neck and slip back into the park, disappearing among the trees and into the crowd. Very soon.

—————— Your POV ——————-

My mind races while I attempt to catch my breath but my throat feels like it’s crushed. I have to get out of here. Looking over at the pro heroes making their rounds, I decide to finally ask for help. I try to walk but my legs refuse to move. I was wrong, I can’t handle this on my own. Tomura Shigaraki has been following me for the past three months; I can barely comprehend what’s happening, it’s all too much. What can proheros do for me? They can’t stop the league of villains. No one can help you.

I stare longingly at the heroes, feeling tightness in my throat. It’s like his hand is still wrapped around my neck. They won’t be able to save me. Tears begin to form and I feel like screaming but I just stand frozen, staring across the street. One pro hero looks over to me and seems concerned. He turns towards my direction but my instincts tell me to walk away. If anyone else gets involved in this they could die. With this realization my body unlocks and I begin to wander back to the parks center but a booming voice causes me to look over my shoulder

“Hello!? Young lady, are you alright?”

The hero that noticed me is crossing the street so I pick up the pace and walk quicker. I begin to weave between groups of people strolling along the grass. After a minute or two I look behind and don’t see him anywhere. I sigh, secretly wishing I’d asked for help but that would put too many people in danger. Shigaraki is the head of the League of Villains. He’s too dangerous. I doubt they would be able to protect me either, even my dorm at U.A isn’t safe. Where do I go? If he’s not at the dorms when I get back then he’ll be there at night. It’s like I can’t escape. I need to be rational right now and find a safe space to think. I need to go home.

My house isn’t too far from the park so I made my way home. Will I be safe there? He clearly knows a lot about me so does he know where I live? My blood runs cold.. OF COURSE HE DOES!!

I use my quirk to lift myself, flying as quickly as possible to my house. Paranoia eats me alive. My moms there. She should be home right now…what if he’s there? WHAT IF I DON’T MAKE IT IN TIME? F*CK!

I float above my house. The cars there, she’s home. I land in front of the door and stop to listen. There’s no noise from inside the house. She could already be dead. No, I’m being irrational. I take out my keys to unlock the door but as soon as I push my hand to the handle it creaks open. It was unlocked and open. I stick my head inside. It doesn’t matter how afraid I am right now, I need to save her.

Looking around, the house looks exactly the same as it was when I last visited. It’s not messy but not clean either. I try to call out to her

“Mom?”

No response. Maybe she went for a walk? I step inside for a closer look. Not bothering to take off my shoes I creep down the hallway.

“Mom?!”

I call for her again but there’s nothing. I walk into the kitchen and look around. There’s unpacked groceries sitting on the counter. Before I can begin to panic again two arms grab me and I scream. A hand holding a towel wraps around my nose and mouth. All I can smell is chemicals. I try to struggle but my vision is blurring and I’m getting weaker. Before I black out I hear distant comforting shushes coming from a scratchy voice.

I don’t know how much time has passed. I’m slipping in and out of consciousness and it’s cold. I try to open my eyes but they’re so heavy. What happened? I can barely think straight, everything’s so fuzzy. I try to open my eyes again and succeed, although it’s very blurry. It’s a dim brick room with concrete floors. There’s a table, some chairs and what looks like a pool table. Where am I? I try to speak but the only thing that comes out is a groggy grunt. I hear shuffling and try craning my head to find where the sound is coming from.

“Oh! Finally, you’re awake!”

I attempt to move but I’m tied to something. I look down and see that I’m bound to a chair by thick rope. The realization of where I am and who I’m with hits me. The pit in my stomach seems all consuming. I shut my eyes as tight as I can. The footsteps stop directly in front of me. A finger brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear and I shut my eyes even tighter as I begin to shake.

“Here!”

His voice is cheerful. I pretend I don’t hear him, praying that none of this is real. Silent hot tears begin to train down my cheeks.

“Look, I have something for you, here!” he chirps

I look up and see him inches from me holding up a glass of water. I lick my lips and taste the salt from my tears. I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to be here. He’s going to kill me, I know it.

He pushes the glass closer to me

“I know you’re thirsty, come on.” he rushes

He puts the glass to my lips, tilting it back. I do as I’m told and take a sip. I didn’t know how thirsty I was until I drank, I began downing the glass, water spilling down my chin and onto my lap. I look up to see him smiling at me and I freeze.

“I didn’t expect you to go home, luckily I was already there when you showed up.” His smile widens

I try to say something but stop. DID HE KILL HER? “MY MOM!” I shout

He just laughs and shakes his head, his eyes surveying me.

“Exactly. I was going to have a little talk with her but she wasn’t home. You just happened to arrive before she did. It’s my lucky day”

“S-she’s fine?” I choke out

“For now. That all depends on your behavior.”

A door opens across the room and a cloud of purple mist peers in.

“Shigaraki, may I have a word” The mist inquires in a polite voice

Shigarakis’ demeanor changes completely. He whips his head around with a sour expression, his voice full of venom

“Don’t you see I’m busy Kurogiri?”

I look to the purple cloud, hoping to gain some sympathy from this strange man. The tears fall faster and a sob breaks from my chest. The cloud looks at me for a moment then back to my captor, giving him a nod and closing the door. I don’t want to be alone with him. He turns back to glare at me

“Why are you crying again? I haven’t done anything to you” He complains, moving closer

I can’t take it, I have to get out. I shake my shoulders in an attempt to loosen the ropes. It’s not working and he’s getting closer. He leans over, reaching out and runs three fingers along my cheek, a curious look replacing the irritation. I do the only thing I can think of. I quickly use my quirk to propel him across the room, slamming him against the wall. He crashes against the brick with a loud thud, falling to the floor. He doesn’t move. I stare, waiting for him to get up but I think he’s knocked out. I threw him hard enough to kill him. This is my chance. Cold sweat drips off my nose as I look down at the ropes. I look back up to make sure he’s unconscious. He’s moving. He plants his hands on the ground. F*ck f*ck f*ck, he’s going to kill me. He stands himself back up, swaying a little. As his eyes meet mine, I watch as his expression darkens from shock to pure rage. Absolute terror absorbs me. Blood trickles down from his hairline to his eyebrow but he’s unfazed. How is he still conscious? His eyes filled with blood lust. He walks towards me again, taking heavy steps and erratic breaths. He’s shaking.

“If you move one f*cking muscle, I’ll have your mother, friends, anyone you’ve ever loved killed” He sharply whispers

He takes several deep breaths as he stares at me.

“I’ll kill every last one of them and I’ll make you watch if you ever do that again.”

“Do you understand?” He growls

I can’t answer. I can’t think. I open my mouth but I just start babbling.

“DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?” He shouts

I nod vehemently. With a few fingers he wipes the line of blood that dripped down his forehead. He looks down at the blood on his fingers then back at me. He closes his eyes and takes a deep steadying breath.

“I don’t want to kill you, but I will if I have to.”

When he opens his eyes, his expression is a bit softer but still contorted

“You’re going to stay here, I’ll be back in a bit. I have some things I have to take care of.”

He stares at me for a moment longer, conflicted. Walking to the table near the door he lifts a waxy disembodied hand and places it over his face. He looks over his shoulder before leaving, his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. His voice was ice cold,

“If you try to leave, I will find you and I will kill everyone you love”

I nod once, not moving. He turns and closes the door leaving me paralyzed, drowning in fear.

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Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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*TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc* Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 2 First Encounter Words: 2,161

The week dragged on and I couldn’t get that encounter off my mind. It played over and over in the back of my head. It was clearly very real. They were very real. Maybe my suspicions were right, but how could I know? All I know is that someone wearing a hoodie was staring at me and walked away. Lots of people wear black hoodies. Doesn’t seem so incriminating. But that smile. That cold dry smile.

I walk out of class with my head down, lost in thought. It’s been 4 days since it happened and no one suspects that I’m slowly going insane. Some shrill shouting drags my attention to Sero and Denki “JUST LISTEN FOR ONE SECOND!! OKAY? Hypothetically I could make a lot of money if I make people pay every time I charge their phone” Denki urged, flailing his arms around “I will seriously stop talking to you if you bring this up again” Sero retorts Jirou swung her arm around my shoulder “Idiots” she snickers I laugh and nod in agreement. Even though I wouldn’t say I’m mentally stable at the moment, having such good friends makes it bearable. “So what are we doing today?” I prompt “Midoriya said we’re all going to the arcade” “Nice, I’ve been meaning to beat Mina’s a*s in dance dance revolution” I smirk Mina swiftly turns around with a devilish grin plastered across her face, “You’re gonna do what to my a*s??” We all smile and laugh as we make our way down the stairs, but the pit in my stomach doesn’t go away. We walk further into town, grabbing snacks along the way. The conversation was pretty lively too, distracting me from this weird sinking feeling. When we reached the arcade I raced Mina to dance dance revolution and got my a*s kicked not once but four times. “Damn, how are you so good at this?” Mina just smiles and shrugs “Some people are just gifted” she giggles “Ha ha very funny” I reply dryly I reach out to pinch her arm but something catches my attention. In the entrance of the arcade the same tall silhouette with a black hoodie lingers in the doorway. I feel myself going stiff. The figure sees me take notice and turns to leave. “I-I’ll be right back” I mutter to Mina I can barely hear her protests and demands of a rematch as I quickly but shakily make my way to the doorway. As I’m halfway there the figure disappears. I’m not letting you go this time, I need to know. Rather than fear, I feel determination fill every fiber of my being. I need to know. Seeing the tall black mass down the block, I tread quickly but quietly, perusing what I’m praying is just a figment of my imagination. They turn across the street, I follow. They weave between a gaggle of old women, I follow. I’ve been following for 5 or 20 minutes; with this level of concentration time has no meaning to me. They swerve left into an alleyway. Not realizing where I am, I take a second to absorb my surroundings. Oh. Oh no. Across the street is an apartment building covered in old police tape and what looks like a light layer of soot. It’s like my nightmare came to life. It looks less menacing than it does in my dreams, but still ghostly. I don’t have time for this. As horror rushes to the surface of my mind, I push it back down. I don’t have time for this, I’ll relive my trauma later. As despair mingles with fear in the pit of my stomach, I creep closer towards the alley entrance, sneaking a peak. There’s no one there. Relief and disappointment replace the fear as I walk down the alleyway. There’s nothing but trash cans and graffiti littering the walls. Leaning against the dirty brick wall I take a deep breath. What’s happening to me? I saw them, I really did. I allow myself to slide down the wall, trying to collect myself. Why is this happening? I look towards the ashy building and sigh. No matter how hard I try to repress these feelings I can feel myself falling apart. I don’t feel like a hero. Would a hero let someone they know die? Or would a hero begin chasing figments of their imagination? No, I’m fine. They’re not real, no ones following you. I take a deep steadying breath, “They’re not real” I reassure my sanity I hear a can clink across the concrete not too far from me and snap my focus to the same hooded figure I’ve been chasing. I stand up, still pressed against the wall. “I’m not?” A deep raspy voice cracks back Panic shoots through me and I freeze. He takes a few steps closer. He’s really tall. His light blue hair dances around the edges of his hood as he inches closer. “A hero? Stalking me? I’m flattered” his

voice shakes with excitement while his lips creep into that horrific smile. “I saw you enjoying the scenery” he smiles

His smile grows wider. It looks inhuman. I try my best to identify some of his features but his face is shrouded in shadows. He has a beauty mark under his lip and a few thin scars. He’s a few feet away from me and moves a hand towards me. Without thinking I dodge, use my quirk to shoot upwards, levitating above the building and darting back to the dorms. My head swims in a new type of fear. I need to think. What just happened? How long has he been following me? What does it mean? And who THE F*CK WAS THAT? WHAT THE F*CK?! The buildings below me rush past Why am I so afraid? I’m trained in martial arts, I’ve taken down powerful villains before, I can life 500 f*cking pounds with MY MIND! I’m not to far from the school now, I’ll be safe there WILL I? WHAT ABOUT MY MISSING THINGS? Is it him? Has he been taking them? I GO TO U F*CKING A! There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. UA is one of the safest schools, no, one of the safest places to be. Maybe that’s why I’m so afraid. If they can sneak around UA, what’s their quirk? What do they want? Who… Clumsily stumbling through my balcony door, I open all my drawers in my dorm using my quirk. I dig through the clothes. My mind is racing. I haven’t noticed until now but I’m missing more than I thought. What am I going to do? Is this person dangerous? Maybe I can call the police or tell Aizawa. But after the fire, it’ll seem like I’m making this up and that I have some serious mental issues. I hadn’t noticed but my cheeks are hot with tears. Why won’t they stop? What am I going to do What do you do when your nightmares comes to life

I try to hold it in but a sound of horror escapes my throat. Doubling over onto the floor I let the fear eat me alive. Sobbing, I can’t hold myself up, I’m completely limp. I surrender. Thoughts race through my mind without my permission. That smile. The blue hair. His presence. Even while my sight is clouded with tears I can still see him. Everything about him makes me so afraid and I don’t know why. I feel so weak. A knock on my door barely registers with me. I don’t have time to collect myself before it opens. It’s Bakugo. He looks around my room which is in shambles. After searching around, his blank gaze lands on me. Saying nothing, he walks in closing the door behind him and strolls over to where I’m huddled. I try to compose myself and say something but nothing comes out. He looks down. I don’t know what he saw but I look like a mess right now. He just furrows his brows, huffs irritably and sits across from me. “Why are you crying?” He grumbles I can’t answer that honestly or even at all. I can barely think, it’s too much. “Listen…” he starts, growing more irritated by the second “I know you knew the kid or whatever but there was nothing you could’ve done.” Oh. He thinks this is about the fire. I try to give him a smile but I just look like I’m in pain. He stares into my eyes even more frustrated “(Y/n)” He’s never called me by my name before. His eyes burn into mine. “It’s not your fault. There weren’t any heroes around who could have done anything, you’re being an idiot!” I’ve gone through all of this in my head before, and I know I’m not responsible for his death but I’m supposed to be a hero. I don’t want to relive this right now, I just want to be alone with my thoughts. I need to get it together and be logical. I sniffle and nod. “Y-yeah” I whisper, rubbing my eyes Bakugo looks me up and down. “I’m fine, don’t worry, I just passed by the building today and…” “Yeah, I get it” he half whispers, looking away He begins to survey my room again “Its a f*cking mess in here” he grunts I let out a genuine laugh, surprising him. Why was he being so nice? “I was doing a little reorganizing” We stare at each other for a minute and I consider asking him for help. I think I can handle this on my own though, I need to be strong. He lifts himself up, still staring at me with furrowed brows. “Thank you” I whisper “Yeah whatever, stop thinking about stupid cr*p like that” I give him a small smile as he makes his way back to the door. He turns back for a moment, “Tell Pinky that you’re here so she’ll stop messaging me, its annoying” He closes the door and I’m left sitting on the floor with tear stained cheeks. I think that was the nicest Bakugo has ever been to me. Looking around, it really is a mess in here. I shuffle through my bag, pulling out my phone and texting Mina, letting her know I’m back at the dorms. I’m still afraid but I feel more numb than anything. I begin picking up my things and letting my mind wander. I ask myself the same questions but much calmer. I’m going to work this out by myself. After I clean up I grab an empty notebook and lay out every encounter I’ve had with him in as much detail as I can remember. The first time I saw him was three months ago…I think. I don’t know. I work my way backwards. I saw him today, on Monday at the mall and glimpses of his figure a week prior. The more I try to recall, the more I’m convinced I’m making up some of the sightings. Wait. Sunday night I had the usual nightmare and woke up in a cold sweat the way I always do. I saw something. If he’s able to take my things that must mean he comes to my dorm at night. I’m being watched while I sleep. But for how long? The fear returns quickly but is swallowed by a void in my stomach. I’m too empty and too exhausted to be afraid anymore. I try to remember more but my head starts to throb and my body begins to slump. I lock my windows and my balcony door then lay on my bed with the lights on. I can’t sleep in the dark tonight. My phone’s been vibrating on and off for the past hour but I don’t have the

energy to answer it. I just let myself shut off completely, falling into a dreamless sleep. I woke up around 7am, still wearing the clothes I wore to the arcade yesterday. The past 24 hours don’t feel real yet. I grab the water bottle next to my bed and down it, walking to the windows and checking the locks. The lights are still on and the windows haven’t been opened. Okay good, no one was in my room last night. In the bathroom I peel off my clothes and hop into the shower, trying to piece together everything that’s happened. I’m convinced the sightings started directly after the fire, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. What does it mean? He could have seen me at the sports festival or on the news. I need a distraction so I can clear my thoughts, maybe I should go shopping to replace all of my missing things. I’ll go to a few stores, get some clothes and come back to work on all of this. Maybe I can get a new skirt.

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Chapter 6

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His Fantasy- Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

You’ve lived a pretty ordinary life at UA until you caught the eye of the worlds most dangerous villain. Tomura Shigaraki has found a new obsession. Yandere Shigaraki x reader. *TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc* Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Oh Cr*p Words: 2,451

It’s a nice day out today, the sun’s shining, the park’s vibrant and smells like freshly cut grass. Walking back to the dorms should be a breeze. Looking down at my shoes I take a deep breath. After the incident a few days ago, I know someone’s been following me. I can’t think about that right now though, I need a distraction. I slip my headphones out to enjoy the sounds of families laughing on the benches and a distant band playing in the parks center. Maybe I’ll pick up some snacks for everyone on my way home. Looking back down at my bags, I smile at the cute new pink skirt I got today, knowing Mina’s probably gonna try to steal it.

Just as I near the park exit I see a group of three extremely drunk men lazily strolling towards me. Great. I’m really not in the mood right now. I avert my eyes as the men blunder past me near the exit shrubbery. Just as I pass by, one man bumps into me, knocking me backwards and making me drop my bags. Immediately I fall onto someone, though they didn’t stumble, instead the man propped me back up by the arms with three diligent fingers.

As I turned to thank him, a warm rough hand grips my neck sternly and thrusts me back onto him. Before I could use my quirk to free myself, I look up only to be met with the same piercing red eyes that flood every news station. His face, which was obscured by his black hood, was dry and extremely pale. His gaze was cold and hungry. I know him. It’s Tomura Shigaraki. I felt the color drain from my face and a croak escape my lips. It’s been him all along.

“We finally meet." A small smile spread across his lips.

My body froze, I couldn’t speak. I was there when the league attacked but I’ve never been this close to him. I could smell him, feel his fingers run up and down my neck, and feel the heat of his breath as he spoke against my ear

"If you move, I’ll kill you. You know that so don’t try anything” he purred

He took a shaky inhale and brought his head closer to mine. I searched around, noticing no one was nearby and we were obscured by trees and bushes.

Everyone was blissfully unaware that a mass murderer was wedged behind me, pressing his body onto mine.

“I never expected we’d meet this way. I had something much more.. entertaining planned.” he cooed scratchily, looking down at me

Shuttering, my blood ran cold. I uttered a small and unsteady “W-what?”

He let out a small chuckle, clearly amused by my terror. He held me tighter. His eyes bored into mine, looking ravenous.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know I-"’

Suddenly, his head jerked up as he peered across the street. Two pro heroes and an intern were on patrol, cruising down the block. I couldn’t yell if I wanted to, Shigaraki’s hand was tight around my neck. I squeaked a small choking noise as he turned me away from the exit, muttering into my neck quickly but coolly,

"You look good in pink”

As the pressure on my neck vanished, I doubled over coughing, trying to catch my breath. Collecting myself out of the panic, I swung around frantically scanning the park. I’m shaking. He’s gone. I guess I’m not going crazy after all…

—————— 1 Week Ago ——————-

Opening the window in my dorm and flopping onto my bed I thought about calling mom. I’ll let her know my hero work is going well, that I have lots of good friends, that I keep getting this nagging feeling that someones been watching me. No, I know if I call it’ll all come spilling out, plus it’s too late she’s probably asleep. For the past three months anytime I leave the dorms I’ve seen the same black hoodie lurking nearby. Maybe I’m imagining it. It’s impossible. UA is pretty public about their students so maybe it is possible. I sound nuts. I roll over to check my phone. One new message from Mina about girls night and the class 1A ‘family’ group chat is blowing up. Apparently Todoroki’s soba fell on the floor during lunch and Denki made 6 whole memes about it. Thinking back, making friends here wasn’t so hard. Mina immediately claimed me as her best friend, Jirou and I babbled on about our music taste, I mean at this point even Bakugo is considered a friend. I smile and groan knowing tomorrow at 5 AM him and Kirishima are gonna be banging on my door demanding I attend the mandatory morning jog. I stare at my ceiling debating whether I should see the girls or just fall asleep. I decide on the latter, dozing off hoping that tomorrow my sinking suspicions about my stalker will disappear. My dreams, which are occasionally a garbled mess, are nightmarish tonight. The same nightmare. It’s a memory really. I’m standing, no, being held back in front of a burning building filled with screams. “I CAN HELP. LET ME HELP!!” I shriek It’s no use, Hawks grips both of my arms tighter. “YOU CAN’T! It’s too dangerous! We have to wait for other heroes to arrive!” The screams are too loud, I want them to stop. I scream too, I scream myself raw. Hawks say something but I can’t hear him. What’s he saying? His lips are moving but nothings coming out. All I can hear are the tortured screams from the burning apartment complex. Blood begins to pour out of the building. It’s filling the streets. It’s so sticky. The sky’s red and everyone’s staring at me. I see the same face of a specific victim that came out of the scorched apartment. I knew him. He’s standing in front of me. We went to middle school together. Why does he look like that? His eyes are glazed and swollen like they might pop while most of his body is a patchwork of 3rd degree burns. He looks like he’s covered in bubbles and peeling charcoal but there’s no blood. I’m covered in blood. He grabs my arm. “You’re supposed to be a hero” He rasps It’s all my fault. I jolt awake covered in cold sweat, my head too filled with sleep to comprehend anything. Its still dark. I roll to my side to drift back into sleep. As my eyes finally close, I think I see a shadow sway in the corner of my room. I’ll worry about that tomorrow. The suns too bright and someone’s pounding on my door. “HEY! WAKE YOUR STUPID A*S UP! It’s time to go, hurry up!!” Is Bakugo always this loud? I wake my 'stupid ass’ up then quickly brush my teeth. I can’t find my favorite workout tee. I wore it yesterday and it should be in the hamper but I can’t find it anywhere. Huh. My phone rings for the third time so I float it toward me as I’m squeezing into my yoga pants. It’s Kirishima. I can hear Bakugo grumbling loudly in the background. “Hey are you ready? Were stretching outside” “She’s always late” Bakugo distantly complains I roll my eyes almost audibly and give a quick I’ll be down in a sec to Kirishima as I rush out the door. As usual Kirishima and Mina greet me with smiles and 'hey’ or 'how was your sleep?’ I never answer honestly because I don’t want anyone to worry. What am I supposed to say? 'Oh, it was awful, every other night I’m plagued by horrific nightmares. How did you sleep?’ These nightmares are exhausting. As we run through campus I replay my dreams. My teeth falling out in one, falling off a building in another and then the same nightmare followed by some nonsense dream about my childhood home. Yikes, I must be stressed. I remember waking up after the nightmare too, but just barely. Did

I see something? No, I was just tired. I think. Ugh I’m going f**king crazy aren’t I? Mina snaps her fingers in front of my face “Hey? HEY!! Are you good?!”

I hadn’t realized I stopped running. Wow I’m really out of breath.

“Yeah.. I’m…fine…why?” I huff She gives me a 'really?’ kind of look which turns to concern. “You’re acting weird. Stop it.” She pouts “You’ve been acting weird for a while now, why don’t you tell me what’s up?” I consider this for a moment while keeping a small smile on my face. I can’t tell anyone about my suspicion. I mean something traumatic happens to someone and all eyes are on them. I don’t need any help after what happened, it was 3 months ago. I’m fine. If I admit this to her, or anyone actually, they’ll look at me differently or worse…send me to therapy.. I’m more than my suspicions I tell myself. Plus nothing’s actually going on. I’m fine. I break out my most 'I’m completely sane’ smile and giggle “Mina, you worry too much. I’m perfectly fine. If anything you’re the weird one. You’re always weird though.” She laughs as we share her water bottle, giggling about some drama between Deku and Uraraka that happened a few days ago. We run back to the dorms, catching up to Kirishima and Bakugo midway. It’s already 6:30, I’ve gotta get ready for class. I strip, shower, take care of my hair and skin then rummage through my clothes. Uniform? Check. Favorite bra? Check. Favorite panties? No check. What the actual hell? Every week more and more of my things are going missing. It’s like someone’s making a shrine of me or something. First it was my favorite tank top, then some other clothes, knick knacks, followed by my godd*mn sketchbook, my favorite running shirt this morning, and now my undies? Most of my missing clothes I blame on Mina since she’s the queen of 'borrowing’, but my panties? I’m past the point of thinking all my stuff is in Mina’s closet or misplaced. I’m honestly over this. I grumble a little as I put on something else, grab my stuff and make my way to class. Class was uneventful as always. Sero threw some tape balls at me, Midoriya muttered through the test so I couldn’t focus, Denki and Krishima were non stop laughing during history and I tripped Mineta with my quirk as he was doing a presentation which was pretty funny but other than that, uneventful. I did get lectured by Iida for 'responsible quirk usage’ or something, I wasn’t paying attention. He was doing that thing with his arms so I really couldn’t focus on anything but that. Around 4:00 I found myself in the mall with the girls of 1A plus Sero. We hopped from store to store, not buying anything but critiquing the ugly clothes and praising the good ones. After a while my feet began to hurt and my bladder was more than full so I excused myself to go to the bathroom. After washing my hands I stood outside the restrooms texting the girls group chat to see where everyone was. The mall was really busy today, lots of moms with their fussy kids and teens strolling around. The mall music was tacky too, some generic overplayed pop song was playing softly through the speakers. While I waited for my text, I just watched people. As I surveyed slowly over the masses my eyes stopped on a familiar hooded figure. It was leaning against a wall not too far from me. My heart sank. It’s all in your head I told myself. I feel like it was minutes rather than seconds. The figure had light blue hair past their ear and their black hood was pulled all the way up. All I could see from where I stood was someone or something tall with pale skin and a dry smile creeping onto their face. I felt frozen. I walked towards the figure shakily but as soon as I stepped forward, they stepped to the side, disappearing into the crowd. Still entranced, I followed the figure, seeing them weave in and out of the crowd, hands tucked into the front of their hoodie. Is this a figment of my imagination? The figure was walking farther away and I was falling behind. They knew I was following them. This felt like a game. My heart was racing and cold sweat was forming on my skin. They bumped into someone and the woman scoffed “Say excuse me!” She spat staring at the figure She can see it too. They turned and gave her a wide chapped smile. Even though I couldn’t see their face, that

smile chilled me to the bone. I know this person. As suddenly as they appeared, they vanished into thin air among the crowd. I felt like I was chasing a ghost. I kept walking trying to find them, bumping into people left and right. I bumped into a tall dark haired girl. “Hey! We’ve been loo- are you alright?” It was Momo. I looked around once more. The figure was gone. “Hmm? I’m f-” “HOLY SH*T! You look like you’ve seen a ghost!!” Sero half shouted I wish. Everyone spoke their concerns all at once. Seeing everyone on edge made me realize I must look a mess. I quickly recomposed my face into something resembling natural. “I was looking for you guys!” I said softly with fake confidence Mina grabbed my shoulders and shook me lightly “Yeah we texted you like 20 times but you weren’t responding. What happened?” She urged, looking even more concerned than this morning I pulled out my phone and saw the 5 missed calls and 14 texts. How long was I gone? It felt like 5 minutes and an hour at the same time. Looking around at everyone, I just smiled “I think I must’ve eaten something bad, I don’t feel too good.” Sero had a mix of relief and concern written across his features, “Ahh that must be why you were in the bathroom for so long, huh?” He laughed lightly I just laughed, smiled, threw back a witty retort and changed the subject, wanting to be alone with my thoughts. We walked back to campus and I didn’t talk much. I have proof now that I’m not imagining it. But was that figure- that person there for me? They’re definitely real but am I making things up? They seemed familiar too…

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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