Misuse of Power (Yandere My Hero Academia x F!Reader Oneshots)

How To Pretend (Midoriya Izuku)

A request from my Tumblr!

Title: How to Pretend

Pairings: Izuku x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, hints at future violence, no spoilers, Izuku honestly creeped me out in this

Summary: Izuku doesn't want to believe the awful truth, not when it's coming out of your mouth.

"When I look into your eyes I see

A façade, you are not trustworthy

You are my enemy, faking your empathy

I was right to be wary when you know

How to pretend"

- from "How To Pretend" by VocaCircus

"Tell me you're not the traitor."

Izuku's eyes are blown wide and it's clear from his tone that's he's not looking for the truth. He's demanding you say it, not asking a question.

Yet, your eyes fill with tears as you're consumed by the guilt that's been filling you for nearly a year now. You break down, crying too hard to answer him. He has every right to hate you now that he's somehow found out.

You're going to jail, aren't you? For how long? Doesn't matter, you deserve it, after all.

Izuku should be furious, rightfully angry about all you'd done to betray him and your classmates. You want to tell him why you did such a thing but even the best of reasons no longer seem to hold any water. How could you be so cowardly?

"Don't cry, (Y/n), it's okay..." Warm fingers slide across your cheeks, disturbing the flowing tears and cupping you gently. You stare blurrily at Izuku, watching him come into focus.

It's not a pretty picture.

He's crying too, even harder than you. But other than his tears, there's no sign that he believes you're the traitor. An unnaturally wide grin is stretching his cheeks apart, teeth shining in the hallway light. His eyes are shining too, and his pupils are going from pinpricks to enveloping the green iris and back to little black dots. He's trembling from head to toe, almost as if he's holding back from doing something. You're not sure what that "something" is, but you're not sure you want to know.

You're frozen, terrified by this sudden, unnerving sight, but Izuku strokes your cheek gently with his thumb and mouths something over and over. It takes you a minute to catch what it is he's mouthing: "Not the traitor".

This wasn't how you pictured his response to be. You just pictured your friends looking horrified and betrayed as you're hauled away into a cop car, not... not this. This was almost worse than what your nightmares had plagued you with.

"I'm sorry, Izu-"

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Izuku's voice is suddenly deathly cold, a stark contrast from the cooing he'd been doing before, "What do you have to be sorry about?"

He let out a small, harsh laugh that turned into a slight giggle at the end, "What would you ever have to be sorry about? You've done nothing wrong. You'd never do anything wrong. You're perfect! Perfect!" He burst into hysterical giggles.

You felt sick. This was your fault. You'd broken him with what you'd done. You were a real horrible person, weren't you?

"I'm sor-"

"There's nothing to be sorry about." The way he said it sent chills down your spine. It was so forceful and harsh, like he was threatening you somehow.

You kept your mouth shut and instead searched for a way out of this situation. There's the elevator on one end, but it's far away and probably won't close quickly. That's if you could even make it there with a pro-hero-in-training like Deku on your heels. The door on the other end is closer, but Izuku stands between you and it, and you didn't want to try to squeeze past a broken man in a narrow hallway.

Izuku had gone still, mumbling something to himself at top speed. You couldn't catch his words since they were so quick that they ran together. He was staring, unseeing, at the ground. His hands retreated from your face, and one grasped his chin in deep thought.

You weren't sure what to do. Should you run or would that be like resisting arrest somehow? You didn't want to get in more trouble than you were already in.

But you also didn't want to stay here, with Izuku.

"You aren't the traitor," Izuku said, his eyes lifting from their gaze on the floor to stare into your own startled ones, "Which means, someone lied."

A chill shot down your spine and, suddenly, you felt afraid not only for yourself but for whoever had found you out.

"Let's go back to my dorm room. You can lie down for a little bit while I take care of some things." Izuku was smiling again, but this time it was... almost normal. Like it was just an average day and he was greeting you with that cute freckled grin that always made you melt a little.

"Um, why don't I just go back to my own dorm room?" You suggested quietly.

You immediately regretted it because Izuku's smile froze and his eyes glazed over once more. Softly, to the point it was almost hard to hear, he replied, "(Y/n). Follow me."

Did you really have a choice? You nod, hesitant and reluctant.

The coldness melts from him like ice on a hot day. He's all sunshine and smiles once more, grabbing your hand and tugging you along. But you can tell he's hurrying and trying to stay quieter than normal. You have no doubt that he's desperately hoping that everyone stays inside their rooms and doesn't poke their head out to stop him. You're desperately hoping the opposite.

When you get to the dorm room, you're relieved that all he does is make you lie down and pats your head gently a few times. But, as he leaves, he says something that makes your blood run cold.

"I'll go take care of those liars now, don't worry. Just sleep well and I'll be back in a little bit."

You try to get up and protest but he just closes his eyes and smiles, grasping the door handle tightly and pulling it hard.

SLAM.

Left in complete and utter darkness.

Why couldn't you just get what you deserved?