THE CURE (YANDERE Overhaul x Reader)

CHAPTER ONE

[You are [Y/N] [L/N.]

Your quirk is called 'Seethe'. You've hated your quirk since the day it manifested...

When your hand is placed upon your enemy's bare skin, your opponent's blood would be boiled inside of them. You have always had trouble controlling your quirk, causing you to eventually give in to wearing silk black gloves. ]

Today was yet another awful day. Every day had been awful since you had graduated from UA. Every day was a pitiful struggle to be accepted by your peers, and today was certainly no different. Being called 'Monster' , and 'Freak' by those you once looked up to was painful. All you wanted was to be a hero.

But it was beginning to seem like your one goal in life was never going to come to fruition. Your dreams were crushed countless times. It almost drove you mad.

You stupidly faltered down the street to the train station , only having just enough change to buy yourself a ticket home. You knew your job at the airport didn't even pay minimum wage, but it was all you had. It was kindly given to you by a friend of a friend, who saw you in need and was kind enough to train you for the position of a flight booker. You hated it.

You thought about your job as you walked , not paying attention to the world as you went. After what seemed like forever, you had arrived at the train station. To your shock, the train was already here and you were about to miss it. You payed for the ticket at a self serve machine, frantically, before jumping onto the already closing train doors.

It was pretty much empty. Go and figure. The people who were on the train stared at you oddly. It's almost as if they could see how pathetic you really were.

Time went by. You scrolled through your phone, idly.

Soon you had stopped and it was time to get off.

So you did.

And you began to walk the mile that it took to get back home.

It was so boring. You only wished your friends didn't live so far away so you could hang out with them.
Your thoughts about your friends were rudely interrupted with the high pitched 'ding' that was your notification sound.
As you looked down to your phone...
Slam.

You had bumped into somebody, face first into their chest.

You looked up, almost fearing what it was that you could have slammed into so violently... to fear was right. Your gaze locked with his. His menacing golden eyes.