MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

On Purpose ❤️🍋

Todoroki x Reader

(TW: SPICY SPICY, brief non-con, perverted Shoto incoming)

***

Shoto couldn't stand the way you'd sit at your desk, with your leg hitting the chair repeatedly. The other students around him couldn't care less, but Shoto couldn't help but tune into the sound.

The slapping of your skin on the chair made him fantasize that it was both you and him together, and not in some dingy classroom with idiots for students. Shoto was memorized by the way your body swayed when you walked, and how your eyelashes fluttered when you spoke. It was as if you were doing it all on purpose, just for his attention.

He started to like coming to school now, because once he was home, Endeavor would subject him to meaningless training. You started to become the highlight of his day, and the topic of his dreams.

Shoto almost couldn't contain himself during training when you were in the way of Bakugou's explosions, and Shoto jumped out in front of you. Sure, he could've used his right side to shield you, but he wanted to be the one instead.

When you both landed on the ground, Shoto's cheeks burned red like the scar on his face seeing you underneath him. Your skirt had ridden up, revealing a sliver of the lacy material you wore. He was in between your legs, unintentionally grinding in between yours.

His hands itched to rip the buttons on your uniform, but Mina had pushed him out of the way and asked if you were hurt. She led you to recovery girl's office, and Shoto had never despised someone as much as he did now.

Maybe a little more than his father.

It was the same case during the Sports Festival. No one noticed how Shoto tried to give you an advantage during each trial, and keep you safe from harm's grasp. Even though you didn't land on the podium, he was still immensely proud of you.

That's my girl.

When he went to see his mother after so many years, he talked about you to her. At first, Rei was tickled at how he described you. Then, her past fears started to trickle back when Shoto revealed disturbing thoughts he would frequently have about you. It reminded her of a certain someone; someone who she couldn't stand.

Endeavor noted how Shoto would be completely zoned out, and even Aizawa had a talk with him to see what was going on. Shoto wouldn't utter a word, and just commented on how stressful school could be.

Seating had been changed around the classroom, so now you sat directly beside him. Every single day he'd feel his pants tighten seeing your skirt ride up from the excessive leg tapping, and the way you chewed on the top of your pencil made him mentally double over.

Your soft voice made it even harder for him to keep his poker face. During conversations with others, he'd purposefully eavesdrop just hear it. Shoto would bite his bottom lip to keep himself quiet.

Seeing his veins almost burst out of his skin, Midoriya leaned over and tapped his shoulder.

"You okay, Todoroki? Are you feeling sick?" He asked.

Shoto quickly shook his head no, and looked out the window. Midoriya eventually left him alone, and Shoto could finally be at ease a bit when he could no longer hear your voice. Looking back, he saw you leaving with Momo. He felt calm seeing that it wasn't someone like Bakugou or Kirishima.

That night, he laid in bed fucking his hand. Shoto felt a small bit disgusted knowing that he was being perverted, but mere flashes of your face wiped those feelings of guilt away.

The next day at school, it went a little different than usual.

You had politely asked to be excused, and exited the classroom. Being concerned, Shoto asked a few minutes later to go as well when you didn't return.