Yandere Bnha Oneshots 3

Regret {Mic}

You slipped into the dark kitchen and went over to the knife drawer, you pulled it open as slowly as possible so it wouldn't creak and took out a chef knife. Mic finally took off the child proof locks and you've decided its time. You headed up stairs tucking the knife into your pants where it wouldn't fall or be seen. You slowly creaked the door open, he rolled over to the door clearly having just been woken up by the sound of the door "Whats wrong songbird?" You stepped into the room "Hizashi can I sleep in here with you?" He gave you a sleepy smile as he scooted over to give you room "Sure boo, come on in."

You crawled into the bed, careful of the blade, and curled into his chest. He must have bought a new body wash because he smells like lavender instead of his normal vanilla. You heard his breath steady and looked up to see his face no longer wore its normal smile and was calm. You slowly pulled the knife out and jabbed it into his neck. His body jerked as you pushed him onto the floor causing him to bang his head on the nightstand on the way down. You leaned over seeing him struggle to breath as he gargled and coughed up his own blood. 

What have you done? You got on the floor next to him and pulled the knife out trying to help but only causing more blood to poor out "I- I'll call for help, hold on Hizashi!" You grabbed his phone and hit the emergency call button begging for an ambulance. When the emergency responders came your hands and forearms were covered in Mic's blood from trying to apply pressure to his neck wound. You told the police why you did what you did and their was enough evidence in the house and on his phone to cooperate your story and keep you off the murder charges.  

Mic left you everything in his will, fucking thoughtful psycho. You sold everything his friend and family didn't want and took that money plus the money he left you and got yourself everything you need to start a normal life again. You had enough left to not have to rush to find a job giving you time to sit, in your cold, quite, empty place.

You no longer woke up to breakfast, you didn't have anyone wrapping their arms around you randomly, no one to watch those stupid shows you enjoy, no one rubbing your back, no one cooking dinner for you, no one curled up to you at night, no one to love you... You curled into the pillow on your bed that felt much to cold and big, the heavy and painful feeling of regret slowly spreading threw your body.

(485 Words)

Requested by: -little_bunny-

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*Blond character just existing*

Koi: 😊🔪