Random Yandere One Shots Vol. 7

20 - Draining Office Work Pt. 20

He follows Uraraka into the freezer for the last time, a meat mallet in his hand. It's heavy in his grip, and he almost forgets to breathe when following behind her. She huffs slightly and drops the bag with the rest of the pile, and Katsuki can hear the smile in her voice. 

"That was pretty hard, but we got it done fast!" 

She turns around, her cheeks red. 

"I'm so nervous I could..." 

Her eyes land on the meat mallet in his hands, and her smile falters. 

"Die.... H-Hey, you shouldn't play around with that Bakugou, you could get hurt!" 

Katsuki stares at her and takes a step. 

"I'm not the one who's going to get hurt, round face." 

She backs up, and her eyes flicker towards the door, before finally, she bolts towards it. Before she can make it, it's already too late. Katsuki feels like he's in tune with his entire body. He has never felt like this before. 

He can feel everything, the blood pumping through his veins, his muscles stretching, his legs moving, his breathing, the mallet's weight in his hand, every single thing is in place. It connects with a loud crack, and Uraraka slams into the shelf behind her, blood seeping from the new wound. She stammers, her eyes foggy, a look of panic and fear on her face. 

"A-A-" 

Before she can open her mouth to scream, Katsuki slams the mallet over and over onto her head. It doesn't take long before brain matter splatters onto his face, and blood is on his clothes. He stares at the mess, her skull looking like a crushed pumpkin. 

Brains and blood seeps from the bones, and he just stares at it for a couple of minutes. It's too late to turn back now. He drops the mallet and looks at the saw on the other side. That's perfect. 

- X - 

"Where did you get that keychain man? It doesn't look like something you'd buy!" 

Katsuki shrugs, drinking his water. 

"Someone gave it to me shitty hair." 

He would never tell him that he took it as a souvenir from Uraraka's backpack after dumping it. 

"Anyway," 

He slams five bento boxes onto the counter, sliding them towards him. Kirishima looks at them with wide eyes, a big grin on his face. 

"Here. For you and those shitty extras." 

"Really?! But you never let us have any of your bentos!" 

Katsuki glares at him and gets off of the chair, going to his room. 

 "There's a shit ton more in the fridge. Consider this the first and last fucking time." 

He opens his door and goes inside. 

"Thanks bro! You're the best!" 

Katsuki has never cooked human flesh before. Taking the skin off was tough, but he's pretty sure he did a pretty good job. He forgets about the bear keychain in his pocket, and it falls out when he goes to his bed, rolling slightly under the bed out of sight.