MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

Stepbrother Pt. 2 ❤️🍈

Todoroki x Reader
(TW: Very brief 🍈, not 🍋||| Non-Con)

—Ya'll must have liked the first part so here you go 😵‍💫—

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The front door was shut, with your mother turning the key and locking it before she left. You were upstairs, in your room, with the door barricaded. Your curtains had been drawn, flooding the room with light. Any form of darkness was now unwelcome, because it came with the association of Shoto.

Shoto could be heard downstairs milling about, probably waiting for you to show yourself. You wouldn't dare face him now. He could do anything without your mother around, and if things escalated, not even his father could step in. Enji was gone too, and wouldn't be back until supper.

He tapped the corners of the countertops, waiting for you to finally break. You'd have to use the bathroom eventually, or get something to eat. Shoto strained his ears to hear your door open at any moment. He already tried turning the knob, but it wouldn't budge.

You were sweating. Not out of exhaustion, but fear. Even with the windows open, it didn't soothe your worries. Your defiance to Shoto could mean the end. What was stopping him from strangling you like a stuffed animal?

Your phone started to play its ringtone, and you picked it up without looking at the caller ID. Any distraction from your current predicament was welcome.

"Y/N! You're not at school today, neither is Shoto. Are you two alright?"

Midoriya fiddled with his lunch, too worried to eat anything. You had started to skip school frequently, and everyone knew Midoriya had a soft spot for his best friend.

"Ehm...Izuki? I have a favor to ask—"

"Y/N, who are you talking to?"

Shoto's voice boomed outside your door, and the hinges squeaked as he leaned against it. On the other side, he pressed up as far as he could against it. He heard your phone ring, and heard the voice of another boy. Shoto wanted to know who it was. He wanted to bust down the door so badly.

Your best friend paused hearing the commotion on the other end. Midoriya knew it was Shoto. Why did he sound so—?

"I-Izuku, I need to stay with you for a few days, please." You started to hyperventilate, almost choking with each breath. Shoto wouldn't accept any other excuse you'd conjure up.

"Lunch is ready, so come downstairs and eat." His voice was laced with venom, demanding you to unlock the door.

Midoriya's face turned white, and he had trouble thinking of a response. He couldn't just leave school to come investigate.

"Of course—I'm sure my mother wouldn't mind! Do you...need help?" Izuku pressed the phone closer to his ear, making sure he could hear everything.

Shoto further pressed against the door, wanting to hear everything.

"Yes."

Izuku gulped, "Is your brother hurting you—is Shoto doing something?" He started to bite his nails, increasingly becoming disturbed. Your breaths were heavy, and he could hear you make small sniffles.