Yandere MHA One shots

41. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 + ???

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: She is forced into an uncomfortable situation, as she has caught the attention of a certain someone, she guesses it has to do something with that man she saw a few days before, with a messed up face.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Contains brief mentions of abusive behaviour, kidnapping, may contain triggering content. Any rude or hateful comment will be deleted, thank you very much for your time.

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The time is flying by, warm light slowly withering away, soon nightlight will fall, and the day will almost be done, birds are singing by, sun steadily settling into its place, young-lings walking back from school, alone or with their companion, adults and alike going back to their cosy homes, either to their kids or wife's eagerly waiting or dreadfully awaiting to have their ease taken away, perhaps take ones away in-order to compensate their displeasure, it is a repeating cycle, one that can end or never met its end. In a shy manner sits a fairly young woman, arms folded over her chest, observing the normal people go by their daily routine, continuing on perhaps even before they die.

Her expression is calm, demurely crossing her legs to make herself more comfortable, sitting by the window on her balcony. Her device was thrown aside to the tea table. Anxiously rubbing her fingers together once whatever she was waiting for, hadn't arrived. Tensely waiting for a little bit longer, looking over her shoulder once in a while, she chews on her dry lips, appearing even more nervous as time went by, finally, she decides to enter her safe domain and forget her task at hand, for the time being at least. Night greets the day and now it is pitch black outside.

The young lady seated by the window in her lonely hall, peers outside, surveying the outskirts of her property, small but spacious, her lights were on, and most of the windows were shut tight, excluding one of them, the window to the garage was sealed with wooden planks, firmly barricaded to avoid any more casualties, a week before someone had managed to break inside, whether it was accidental or intentional, she was not certain. The police couldn't do much, so paranoia has become a part of her routine. Thinking back on the situation at present, she doesn't remember seeing... that, at least not here in the living room, it had to have been in her room, every minute she keeps finding something odd, unusual, bizarre, on the long table. Hiding behind the television was her perfume, her favourite one, she assumed she had misplaced it somewhere or had forgotten its placement, but behold there it was. Hiding away from her.

She was certain now. Someone had been inside her house. Without her knowing, even though she stays inside almost all the time, and she hadn't even noticed them. It sends a chill up her spine, and suddenly all she could think about is a person standing behind her frame, sneaking over to her, and perhaps murdering her in cold blood, in her own safe haven, in the security of her sweet home. Would it be a peaceful death? knowing you died in your own house- no; she is thinking too far ahead, she can not paralyze herself in fear.

Swiftly moving towards the settee, she apprehensively decides to head to her room, sleep if she could, call in someone that would generously help her after tonight.

Cautiously changing into her comfy clothes, she nervously lays down on her bed. Hoping for the better.

She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep long before a subtle sound rattles her, rendering herself awake, she tacitly reaches out to the nightstand, quietly attempts to pry it open, fishing out a pistol gripping it tightly, she feebly erects herself in a sitting position, attentively watching and listening to any mild indicators, luckily she had left the light turned on in the hallway leading up to her bedroom, so if anyone approaches, she could see their shadow moving.