Wooden Kittens Can't Talk

Tw note: this is yandere! There is a non-graphic reference to some noncon, and Shinsou is all around kinda manipulative here. Heed the warnings.

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Unresponsive.

A word that couldn't even begin to describe you.

One would almost think you were dead.

You wanted to be.

Shinsou didn't agree with that.

He had kidnapped you over 2 months ago. He chained you up in his little two room cabin in the woods, and you had no hopes of escape. Winter had arrived, and you were 50 something miles away from even a hint at civilization. Snow piled up against the door and windows, and you lazily drew a smiley face on the glass with your finger. Shinsou sat a few feet away, hunched over the coffee table whittling away at a hunk of wood while a bright flame roared next to him in the fireplace.

You hadn't spoken since he exemplified his quirk that fateful day who knows how long ago.

The ice cold feeling of all power being lost from you and only his smug fucking face in your sight, he demanded you fall to your knees. Your kneecaps and your jaw were sore after the event.

You could guess what happened.

No words left you after that. No matter what he said, no matter what he did, you didn't speak. Didn't matter if it was a question or not, you didn't want to risk it. At first, with this new development, Shinsou tried to trick you. He'd say playful or jousting things in an attempt to rile you up so much you spoke- but it never came. You simply checked out of your own head. Can't play mind games with someone who isn't present in the conversation(or ever) am I right? Eventually, he fell into silence right along with you. You just existed in the same house, rarely, if ever acknowledging each other for something besides a meal being ready.

It was awkward. Painfully so. But it was better than the possibility of him being able to do whatever he wanted to you.

Lack of control is a million times worse than some tension in the air.

You can handle it.

Shinsou shifts from his criss-cross position on the floor, scooting out from under the table and stretching his arms high above his head while he straightened his legs and wiggled his toes that were clad in purple and grey striped socks. At the movement, you involuntarily tensed. A small groan was heard from his side of the room but you continue your laser focus on your drawings on the window. The smiley face faded away and you were currently attempting to draw a cat and a dog.

You heard him stand, knees popping loudly in the small room. You continued to work on your mediocre dog, the nose too big and the ears too pointy, as you kept your breathing steady. Shinsou stood, but he wasn't moving. You could feel his stare on you. You finished the dog, onto the cat. Your leg felt like it was going numb in the position it was in, but you didn't feel like shifting. The only noise that could be heard was the fire crackling and the wind blowing around outside. It was so quiet.

Why isn't he moving?

Your eyes flicked over to the left as you felt him sink into the couch a few cushions over. Sadness enveloped his face. He chewed on his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed and eyes fixated on the swirls of the hardwood floors. He's thinking about something. Wonder what it could be? You moved to draw a third whisker, but your attention was brought back to him when a pathetic sniffle escaped him. He leaned his head into his palm, running his fingers through his hair like he did when he was stressed.

Hey, you had lived with him for more than 8 weeks, you were bound to learn at least some of his body language.

He dropped his hand to his lap, letting both of them hang loosely in between his legs. He sighed, and looked up to you. Piercing amethyst eyes caught yours and to avoid his heavy gaze you stared pointedly in between his eyebrows. His bottom lip trembled and he blinked away an obvious wetness in his eyes.

Shit, is he gonna cry?

He inhaled a slightly stuttered breath, and you glanced to the window, your little animals fading away.

"Y/N."

You looked back at him, nervousness encapsulating you.

"Please just-"

He sniffled again.

"Please just say something."

You stared at him. Your mouth stayed shut. He bit his bottom lip with what looked like a painful amount of force. Tears brimmed in his eyes.

You almost felt guilty.

"I'm not even asking you a question - just say something, please! Just one word, that's all I want!"

You stayed where you were, your eyes wide with alarm and body tense. Your leg was fully asleep now.

You kinda wish you had shifted earlier.

Shinsou's face had an expression of both rage, disbelief, and sadness all at once. He sucked in a tight breath, and looked back down to the floor. He buried his face in his hands, rubbing at his eyes. All you could do was sit still and watch. Even if you were willing to speak, what would you say? You didn't know what to do.

Your leg felt staticky.

He moved so quickly from his position you flinched. Ripping his face away from his hands he tossed his head back, leaning back against the couch. A tear escaped the corner of his eye and dripped down onto the couch. A humorless laugh left his mouth, and a pained smile slid into his face.

"I'm trying so fucking hard, Y/N. I'm giving you as much space as I can, I haven't been talking to you, and still! I still can't get a word out of you! Not one!"

He wiped at his eyes, the tears now coming down rapidly. You stayed silent. He choked on a sob, and rubbed at his nose.

"All I want- all I've ever wanted is to make you happy, kitten. I just want us to be happy together! I know this was a stupid way to do it, but I had hope, you know? But goddammit, here we are! Me and you, stuck in this cabin for the next 4 months and you won't even fucking speak to me-!"

He heaved heavy breaths, obviously containing his louder cries. You noted to yourself how pretty his eyes looked when they were full of big, crystalline tears.

He sniffed, and hiccuped a small sob.

"I know you hate me, kitten, I do. I fucked up real bad and now you don't want anything to do with me and I-"

Shinsou hiccuped again.

"I want you to at least humor me, y'know? At least pretend we have something? You don't gotta say 'I love you too' and all that shit, but at least sleep in the bed with me? Or stop flinching when I sit next to you? Please?"

You looked down at your hands as they sat cradled in your lap. The silence in the room was deafening.

"I'm not using my quirk, Y/N! You can answer me! Please just say something. Please."

You were quiet.

He stared at you, and you felt like shrinking under his gaze. He huffed in disbelief, but slowly nodded.

"Okay. I'll leave you alone now. Sorry."

He stood up, and walked off to his room, slowly shutting the door behind him. Peeking over, you looked at what he was whittling earlier.

A small wooden kitten.