After that, things only get more... complicated. He can't help it. He wants to spend every single second he has with Midoriya. He wants to get to know him. He wants to know every single secret, every single shameful thing, he wants to be there to comfort him.
He wants to be the only thing on Midoriya Izuku's mind, just like the other is on his. If it means cramming studying and schoolwork into small moments of time in between train rides to and from work, he can do that.
If it's staying up all night at the office just to have small conversations of work and slight praise, he will fucking do it. He even goes to work early, on top of staying up late in the office, just to catch a glimpse of the green haired man frequenting every waking moment of his life.
Normally, he doesn't get to actually talk to him in the mornings, since the man is already rushing back and forth. But today, today is different. He can feel it in his fucking bones. He walks into the office, feeling that spring in his step and the lightness of his body.
Midoriya always makes him feel like he's floating or some shit, like he's entirely weightless. He goes to his desk to find a stack of papers already waiting for him. Another opportunity for Midoriya to pass by and see how hardworking he is! He sits down and begins to work on it.
His mind travels to other things while he is working. Midoriya's freckles, how he has to go to his professors tomorrow and hand in his work, plans on taking the train and hopefully catching shitty hairs study group back at the apartment and getting more shit done before turning in for the night.
Midoriya will understand if he doesn't stay late tonight, right? His brain doesn't even think of the possibility that the green haired man doesn't really care. He gets through some of the papers before the boss's office opens, and he walks out.
His beady eyes are focused right on him the moment he gets to the floor, passing over all the other fatigued office workers. He can tell because the bastard's eyes are stinging right at him. Then, before he can stand up and pretend to go to the bathroom to avoid the oncoming shitty conversation, the guy is already on his ass.
A big hand clasps his shoulder and pats it, making his skin instantly crawl.
"Bakugou, you're behind on some work. Get to it. You've been doing good lately, don't fuck it up!"
The man laughs, the sound booming in his ears, making his head hurt. Or maybe that's the annoyance pumping through his veins. He turns his head and looks up at the man, trying his best to keep his expression neutral and not show how pissed off he is.
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Random Yandere One Shots Vol. 7
FanfictionMore yandere one shots: - Draining Office Work Katsuki Bakugou is working a draining office job, struggling day to day. He's about to reach his limit, until he bumps into an equally stressed out and drained intern named Izuku Midoriya. He becomes...
