Even more yandere mha oneshots!

☆~Eijiro Kirishima~☆

This one is actually x reader. Keep that in mind as you read.
What do I mean by that?
You'll see~

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"Oh, is somebody there? Sorry, sorry, I didn't even notice you!"

"Just give me a second to get myself situated here... sorry, I was kinda busy writing something, and I was really focused on that! Anyways, my name's Eijiro Kirishima, what's y-"

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"What was I writing? Well, it's kinda embarrassing... but I was writing a l-love letter of sorts for a classmate of mine...! Their name's (Y/N), and they just moved here last week from (Home country)... I was trying to write the letter in their native language so they wouldn't have to worry about translating it, but I was having a bit of a tough time, haha!"

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"Wait... wait, you're (Y/N)?! Well that's a surprise! You look... different. Not a bad different, though! You actually look really pretty! And I bet you're super strong, too!"

"Well, if you're (Y/N), or some alternate-universe-counterpart to them, could you read my letter? Maybe help me with translating it...?"

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"Really? You will? Thank you so much, (Y/N)!!"

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"Is the translation really that bad? Wow, that is... worse than I thought. I don't know the language that well, and I knew it wouldn't be great, but... wow."

"So, uh... how would I tell them I think you're really beautiful and also super manly and I want to work out with you, can we get lunch together some time? Can you help me tell them that?"

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"Thanks again!"

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"Oh, like that? Um... how would I write that...? Sorry for asking so much of you, I just-"

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"You're fine with it? O-ok then... so you'll help me with writing?"

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"Awesome! Thank you!!"

"Aaaaaaand done! I think I did a good enough job! Even if my writing looks like a four-year-old's, at least they'll understand what I'm trying to say!"

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"Honestly, I can't thank you enough... you've helped me so much. Just from our short time together, I... I feel like..."

"I feel like I might like you, (Y/N). And by that, I mean I like you. Not my (Y/N), I mean you. The real (Y/N)."

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"Yeah, I know. I've known the whole time. It's sad, really... even though I like you so much, I'll never be able to..."

"I'll... I-I'll never... be able to..."

"I-I'm sorry, I'm just really... scared."

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"No, no, it's nothing (Y/N)! It doesn't matter why I'm scared... nothing I say or do will matter in the long run. Anyways, I'm just a bit bummed out that I'll never really get to see you."

"I mean, I know what you look like... you have (H/L) (H/C) hair, your eyes are (E/C), you're about (Y/H), and your favourite colour just so happens to be (F/C)! But... the only reason I know any of that is because I was I was given that information when I was created, along with these false memories, and this... identity I've been given."