Tokyo Revengers

you may hope, my dear

tw: blood, violent uses of a knife, death (not a major character), angst, yandere!kazutora, coercion, a tiny bit of body horror, forced relationship, kazutora threatens reader 

wc: 1.5k 

summary: the beauty of the school, mute Y/n has become the obsession of yandere Kazutora. And he'll do anything to make you his. 

 Attraction of the entire school. They make everyone swoon and get down on their knees constantly as they wait for their chance to date you. Kokomi Teruhashi from Saiki K has been compared to them. In addition to being the most wanted person in school, you were also known as the silent killer. No one had ever heard you speak, and you rejected people with flowers. You were both cruel and beautiful at the same time.

Kazutora Hanemiya liked to believe he was different. Different from all the pathetic guys and girls that groveled at your feet begging you for a crumb of attention. It was an undesirable sight to see his lovely Y/n getting hit on constantly. He has to shake those people off of you as you simply bow your head, walking off towards your class. Threatening that if they ever touch you again, they're dead meat; they never heed his warnings.

"I told you, didn't I? Leave them alone and we won't have a problem." He speaks coldly, as the girl stares at him in disbelief. A cold breeze blows throughout the darkened warehouse. A half smirk and a confused smile painted their face as Kazutora spun the pocket knife in his hand.

"You gotta be joking right? Fuckin' idiot, you're obsessed with them, you're the pathetic one!" She chuckles at Kazutora, "They want someone that is actually going to amount to something in life, unlike your pathetic ass. Got it? So back off, I'm much more suited for them, and will always be."

He could feel his blood boil at every word that spewed from her mouth. Who does she think she is? The audacity of her words strike like knives to his heart. He couldn't take it anymore, zoning back into what she was spewing, "Y/n is mine, got it dumb fuck?" Final straw fucker.

Kazutora lunged forward gripping the knife tightly, making his veins pop out of his forearms and hands. The knife forces it way through her throat making her gurgle out in horror as blood fills her mouth.

She grabs his shirt, weakly attempting to push him away as Kazutora giggles, driving the knife deeper until the tip starts to poke through the back of her neck. "Y/n is mine, got it?" He mumbles out, ripping the knife out of her neck as he moves to repeatedly stabs her face.

The knife punching holes in her cheeks, slashing her forehead and nose all well giggling out in glee. "See see Kimura-san, they would never even like a face like yours. Sorry but their mine"

The body drops to the ground as blood soaks his hands dripping down onto her face below. He playfully pouts at the dead girl on the ground, "Awwe now I'll have to get all cleaned up, you got me all dirty with your disgusting blood." Giggling as he walks away leaving the body to decompose on the warehouse floor behind some large crates.

You walk down the hall, quietly humming to yourself along with the music playing in your earbuds. Turning the corner you bump into Kazutora. Looking up at him through your eyelashes making his heart pound against his chest. "Oh hey! Sorry Y/n, I didn't see you there" He rubs his neck looking down at you, noting your noticeable height difference. Nodding you try to move past him, only to have Kazutora reach out to grab your arm.

Looking behind you, you tilt your head to the side to sign 'what do you want tora-chan?'; he can read you so well. He chuckles, letting go of your arm as you pull back to create some distance between you two.