notes:
A yandere that like- isn't a psychopath? Idk if anybody here has ever watched the end of the f***ing world but I took very heavy inspiration from that, like litterally it's basically an au if I'm being honest :,) (rq not rlly an au but it was inspired :>)
ALSO IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE ION RLLY HAVE AN EXCUSE OTHER THEN THAT I WAS LAZY AND WRITERS BLOCK IS A BITCH SO ENJOY MY TRY AT ANGST EVEN THO IDK HOW TO SAD :D
I GOT LONGER THINGS AND BETTER THINGS IN THE WORKS AND IM RLLY SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE- I've said that to too many teachers :,)- ILY AND ENJOY IF YOU CAN :^
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Greed, the inescapable want for more even when you know you've have enough. The want and desire to have everything and more. More, more. Such a funny little word that changes lives.
Wanting more blankets to hide from the cold, more food for a seemingly empty stomach.
But katsuki didn't want to be greedy. I mean, nobody does, it is one of the seven deadly sins after all. Katsuki has been greedy his whole life but not always in a bad way.
Greedy for more words to somehow convey how he feels, because there's so many, so, so, so, many words. Almost too many.. but there's not enough.
He can't explain what or why he's done what he has but watching a bleeding corpse makes him realize the extent of it.
A knife wound in the women's neck. Slowly leaking red liquid, thick red liquid that flashed out at first but now is almost as lazy as her, or what used to be.
"Bakugou..." A voice carries over to his ears, the voice of the person he just 'saved' katsuki slowly turned his head to the boy who is more red then the blonde has ever seen him. His brilliant carmine eyes freckled with gold and cherry. Waves of maroon, crimson and rose fallen down in front of his face instead of being stacked apon his head almost like a spikey game of red janga.
And now, the red katsuki has added.
The humongous smear of red splashed across his shirt that had come fresh from the women the blonde had just stabbed.
"What the fuck have you done..?" Quivering eyes tried their best to lock with Katsuki's own. But dread and guilt and fucking greed was all katsuki could see, hear, feel.
The knife in the blondes shaking hand dropped to the ground as he opened his palm and coverd his mouth when he looked at the corpse, turning around and promptly vomiting up his dinner he had eaten not 20 minutes ago. Guilt filling his stomach as he cover a small corner of the alleyway with vomit.
Even after his vomiting stopped bakugou didn't turn around. He stared at the ground as flashings of her face, what she was about to do, to his redhead attacked him.
And suddenly.. it started to rain.
Or at least it started to rain on Katsuki's face as raindrops leaked out of his eyes and tracked down his paler then usual skin.
A soft hand cupped around the bend of his shoulder, a almost comforting thing if it weren't for the matter at hand.
Katsuki stood up off of his knees, the warm palm and finger tips disconnecting for a second before latching back on once he was up, gripping tightly to the blondes shoulder as the other swung himself then wrapped his arms around the other. Forcing him into a hug as the other slowly raised his hands up and grabbed onto the redheads jacket, then tightened his grip. Then smashed his face into the others shoulder and fucking sobbed because holy shit he just killed someone, someone who was trying to rape his boyfriend, but still, a living, breathing, thinking.. feeling, person.
"Holy fucking shit katsu.." the blonde barely heard over his own sourness. "What the actual fuck just happened?" Somehow Eijirou seemed to be semi-calm, the blonde knew he was probably freaking out on the inside chanting something in his head like "I'm hugging a murderer" or something.
But katsuki pulls the other closer and tighter before he has a chance to even start to get away because katsuki is greedy and he's never needed a hug more in his whole life.
"E-ei.. I-I.." he tries to start. Trying to block out the flashes of not only the women stealing eijirou from him, she did it so easily too. Katsuki almost felt like everything was his fault, although that wasn't completely true, it felt like it should be.
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They weren't holding hands for once (that was kind of their thing after Camino) and were just walking side by side with the redhead lagging behind a bit. Eijirou was quiet because of his full stomach and katsuki wasn't one for small talk to they walked in silence through the night.
Katsuki heard something happen behind him, a soft crash, and he thought the redhead had just tripped or something.
Only to find no Eijirou behind him and a familiar hand sticking out of an alleyway maybe 5 yards away.
Katsuki ran over to it as quickly as he could only to see Eijirou, his Eijirou, pushed against a wall by a women with long blue-ish brown hair that went down to maybe her torso.
His hands were pushed against the wall and she had a knife dragging across his throat lightly. She looked like she was in maybe her 40's, and that's when katsuki saw red.
Running over and socking her right in the face with his famous left hook. The knife flew out of her hand and as if the blonde was living in slow motion he caught it stabbed her square in the side of her neck. Blood spread and sprayed like wildfire as katsuki and Eijirou made eye contact for a second, and although it was only a second, they both had the same thought.
"Shit."
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Katsuki focused ever single cell, every single atom of himself on hugging the redhead.
Trying not to think about the dead body that was next to them.
"Hey.. it was self defense okay?" The redhead whispered to the blonde.
Katsuki tried to nod but the guilt dragged and kept his head down like a ball and chain not only around his neck but his mind.
all the things people have told him.
All the things the villains tried to convince him to join them with.
"Monster"
"Scary"
"Too loud"
"Not.. fit, for hero work"
Not only did they come back but they made katsuki realized one thing.
Every bad thing society has pushed on him
Every bad thought people have shoved into his head and down his throat like a microwave dinner too cold but too mushy too keep in heat.
They were true.
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