⚠️ TW self-harm, blood, suicide, language, psychopathic intentions ⚠️
When I got to her, I found her stabbing her arm. Non-lethal stabs, but still. Crimson blood was oozing out of the stabs, and I was terrified. And then, it happened again. The world glitched. The eery, creepy, glitched music played again, and everything reversed to when I was with the others, waiting. About ten or so minutes later, she got back and poured us all some tea. We ate and talked, and I was buried in a horror novel. I read and read and read until Yao-chan snapped her fingers in front of my face.
"Hey! Y/N-kun! C'mon. We're going back home."
"O-oh. Sorry, I zoned out. This book is fascinating!"
Tari giggled.
"C'mon Y/N. Let's go get our things."
When we got all our things, Yao-chan held me back and smiled at me.
"Y/N-kun? Come here for a bit."
I went with her to the now empty classroom. She made me sit on the floor, then sat down before me, with her hair straight (haha pun) and on a chair. I was kinda confused.
"Yao-chan? What's going on?"
(Yaoyorozu POV)
What was this feeling? I felt like I was being pulled, like a marionette being pulled by something. Someone. Y/N-kun smiled confusedly at me.
"Yao-chan? What's going on?"
I wanted so bad not to answer. But I opened my mouth, and words came out, but they weren't mine.
"I love you Y/N. I love you so fucking much, I would die for you. I would kill each and every one in class for just a kiss."
This....... Wasn't true. I was being controlled somehow. I was sure of it. This wasn't me talking. It was someone else, talking in my body.
"Please, Y/N-kun. Please understand. I love you and I always have. When you were passed out after your attempted suicide, I made out with your body. I made you fuck me so many times, I was so blissful, I forgot how to walk and just made love with you until you woke up."
This wasn't true! I had done none of the sorts with Y/N-kun. If I'd find the person that was controlling me, I would-
"Hey, what the fuck?! This isn't you!!! THIS ISN'T YAO-CHAN. SO JUST TELL ME WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE, AND WHY YOU'RE CONTROLLING MY BEST FRIEND."
Ah. Y/N-kun, you smart little boy.
I wanted to hug him and apologize for what I was being forced to say so bad. But the force was too strong. It was like I was trying to push a mountain. It was impossible. Whoever was controlling me forced me to kiss him. A long, make-out, sexual, french kiss.
"C'mon Y/N-kun. Look inside yourself. Deep down, you know it's true."
It wasn't!
"C'mon. I can read minds, remember? I can hear Yao-chan's desperate screams for help."
Ah, right! Y/N-kun, help!! Someone's controlling me. They're too strong. Y/N-kun, please. Please knock me out. Save me.
"Oh really? Well, I'm controlling her body. I know what she wants you to do. The real question is, do you have it in you?"
Before the little angel could react, whoever was controlling me created a knife. A beautiful, green-hilted knife. Y/N-kun tried to stop it, but it was too late. My hands flew towards it and grabbed it. I pointed it towards me, and........ How to say this? I got the point. Specifically, twice in my belly and once on my left breast. The thing left me, and I started wheezing. I couldn't breathe. I slumped onto the ground, but Y/N-kun caught me.
"N-NO!!! YAO-CHAN, PLEASE BE OK. Please."
His tone turned from shocked to grieved and broken, and he started to cry. Heavy, sad, heartbroken tears.
"Please........ Yao-chan........ I-I love you, ok? You're my big sister. You're the best, kindest, most amazing person I ever knew. Please. I can't lose you. I already lost my parents and my happiness. I can't lose you too. Please, please, please don't die on me."
I could feel it was too late. He was too shocked to patch me up, which was ok. His shirt and mine were splattered with blood, and so was my skirt. The best I could manage was a small whisper.
"Y-Y/N-kun........ There was one true thing that that ventriloquist said........"
I leaned closer and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"I would gladly die for you."
I took my final, painful breath. Then closed my eyes, and fell asleep forever to the sound of Y/N's pained, broken cry.
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The Gay Hero That Dissapeared (UA x Depressed Gay Reader)
FanfictionY/N wanted to be a hero. It was their life dream. But how would they do that if their quirk hindered them and tortured them daily? Would they be able to survive with their stupid excuse for mental health, or would they succumb to the depression? Um...
