[ᴄᴀᴋᴇ.] ~ ᴀ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ

VI - katsuki.

y/n ran to ua high school, running through the halls nervously and looking behind to see if she'd been followed.  she ran up the stairs to katsuki's dorm room and frantically knocked on the door.  suddenly, a purple smoke engulfed the air around her, and shigaraki stepped out, holding a gun and cocking it.
"alright, say goodbye to your boy toy~"  y/n gasped in fear and began to beg for mercy.
"p-please! y-you can't!"  shigaraki rolled his eyes at the girl.
"don't fucking move," he commanded.  y/n desperately tried to yank the gun out of his hand, but he stepped on her foot and chuckled as she whimpered out in pain.  "when we get home, you're being handcuffed again~"  he broke down the door with a single kick.  "now where are you, you little bitch?!"  he looked around the room then turned back to y/n.  "why you little— is this some sort of trick?!"
"w-what are you talking about...?" she asked.  his eyes glowed a bright red.
"he's not in here," he spat.
"oh thank god," she sighed in relief.  shigaraki angrily gripped y/n's tattered shirt.
"WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON'T?!"  tears dripped down the girl's face as she responded.
"i-i love him..."  shigaraki let go of his grasp on the girl's shirt, making her fall to her knees, and he walked away.
"the second bakugou fucks up, you'll come running back to me~"
that was all he said before he disappeared into the purple smoke again.
y/n ran outside, trying to find her class.
*****
shigaraki went into the basement of the league, where katsuki was being held.
"is it done yet?" he asked twice, one of the men who worked in the league.
"almost done, sir, just doing the final measurements so i can make the clone."
*****
y/n finally found her class, and they all rushed to her curiously.
"where were you?!"
"we were so worried!"
"we had no idea where you went!"
"we missed you!"
"are you okay?!"
"are you hurt?!"
"i uh... i got kidnapped by the league... but i managed to run away..."  the entire class hugged her tightly and she looked around for her boyfriend.  "where's katsuki...?"
*****
twice made the clone and shigaraki high fived him.
"tch, look at this pathetic piece of shit she calls her boyfriend."  he laughed maniacally as kurogiri sent the clone to ua.
*****
"he's been gone for a few days now.  he left us a text saying his mom was sick, so i think he stayed home to help her," kirishima said reassuringly, not knowing the real truth of katsuki's whereabouts.  the fake katsuki walked outside, meeting the rest of the class.
"hey, extras, i'm back."  he walked to y/n and kissed her cheek.  "sorry babe, my mom got sick and i had to stay home to take care of her."
"why the hell didn't you call me?"
but it's not like i would've known anyways...
"i know you're really serious about school and we have finals coming up and i didn't wanna bother you," he said, hugging you way tighter than normal.
"fine, okay.  i missed you so much, and i'm really glad you're safe..."  the fake katsuki wrapped an arm around the girl and stuck the middle finger up at kirishima behind her back.
"i missed you too babe.  what's up with all the tears in your clothes?  are you trying to look like a slut?"  y/n gasped softly.
"katsuki, what the hell!"  he only scoffed and walked away.  y/n sighed and went to her dorm to put her uniform on before running back into class.
the second she ran through the doorway, the fake katsuki stuck his foot out, tripping the small girl and making her land on her face.
"ouch!"
"awww~ i'm sorry, i didn't see you there~" he said, smirking down at you.  kirishima, who saw the whole thing, ran to y/n and helped her up.
"bakugou, dude, what's your deal?"  the clone rolled his eyes and yanked you into his lap aggressively.
"sorry about that, babe, i think kirishima is trying to steal you away from me~"  y/n instantly got flashbacks of shigaraki pulling her close to him just like that and she started to shake a bit.  the clone smiled at kirishima insincerely.  "back the fuck off."
"b-babe, he didn't do anythi—"  the clone slammed his hand onto the desk.
"there's no need for you to speak right now, princess~"  y/n flinched in fear.
"bakugou, stop it!  you're freaking her out!  didn't you hear she just got kidnapped?!  take it easy!" kirishima said, a little irritated.  the fake katsuki scoffed.
"who cares if she got kidnapped?  it's not like anyone would ever want to go after her.  whoever she was with, she probably enjoyed it," he said, laughing a bit like it was a joke.  kirishima stared at him, disgusted.
"geez... you really don't have a heart..."  he stood up and gently pulled y/n off of the clone's lap.  "hey, y/n, why don't you come sit with me today?  only if you want to, of course, i wouldn't want to force you into anything."  the fake katsuki got pissed and instantly put kirishima into a chokehold.
"whatever you're trying to do, stop it.  she's mine," he growled possessively.  y/n tried to pry his hands off or kirishima's neck.
"stop it!"  he let go of kirishima's neck and shoved y/n back into his seat.
"sit your ass down," he commanded.
"leave him alone!  he was just trying to be nice!"
"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!"  y/n couldn't take it anymore, so she straight up slapped the clone right in the face.
"STOP BEING A FUCKING ASSHOLE!" she shouted, panting softly in anger.  the clone glared at her and put his hand around her neck as he pinned her to the wall.
"you're really gonna slap your fucking boyfriend like that, huh?  you think you can get away with acting like a brat, HUH?!"  he squeezed her neck tightly, cutting off her air, and little y/n pathetically clawed at his hands, silently begging for air.  the entire class just watched in fear.  aizawa walked into the classroom and saw the scene in front of him.
"bakugou, that's enough."  the fake katsuki smirked and leaned in close to her ear.
"you're going to get a good punishment after that~" he whispered seductively in his raspy voice before letting go of her neck, making her fall to her knees, coughing and sputtering and gasping for air.
"leave the poor girl alone, she's probably traumatized," aizawa said.
"aww, i'm so sorry if i hurt your feelings, i'll be sure to fi them later," katsuki said, his voice filled with sarcasm.
"bakugou.  sit down.  y/n, go sit with kirishima."
"y-yes, sir..."  she scurried to kirishima's desk and sat next to him.  "thanks for trying..." she whispered to him.