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

Is It a Crime (Todoroki Shoto)

A request from my Tumblr!

Title: Is It a Crime

Pairings: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Shoto isn't fond of the quirk marriage his dad has arranged. At least, he didn't think so at first.

"Is it a crime

That I still want you?

And I want you to want me too

My love is wider, wider than Victoria Lake

My love is taller, taller than the Empire State

It dives, it jumps, and it ripples like the deepest ocean

I can't give you more than that, surely, you want me back"

-from "Is It a Crime" by Sade

"Cold soba, just how you like it," you try your best to smile warmly, but the glare he sends you is as cold as the dish you try handing to him.

"I'm not hungry."

Your smile falters a little, you had hoped that your cooking would get through to him. Wasn't the fastest way to a man's heart through his stomach?

Shoto resumes scrolling on his phone, indifferent to the sad look you give him. Your heart gives a painful tug in your chest- what were you supposed to do to get him to like you?

It wasn't like you particularly wanted in this marriage either.

Your parents had left the final choice up to you, claiming that they'd be fine without the money, when you knew it was the opposite. They were too elderly to work and you couldn't get a second job while in college to support them.

Endeavor had swooped in, offering to support your parents as long as you were married to Shoto. Evidently, he was drawn in by your powerful healing quirk, and could picture strong grandchildren that could use ice, fire, and heal themselves.

In order to give you and your parents security, you entered into the agreement, assuming Endeavor's son was okay with the contract.

You were wrong.

Shoto seemed to hate you more and more with each passing day. He'd made it clear from day one what he thought of your marriage.

"I want nothing to do with the marriage, nor you. I will never love nor care for you like a husband should. Give up and go home."

You were determined to continue the forced relationship, not willing to easily give up the life your parents would be supported by. Yet, no progress was made towards wedding plans nor any discussion of life after marriage.

Endeavor wasn't pushy about when a wedding should be set, telling you that Shoto was "needlessly stubborn about things". But you'd begun to worry that maybe he would never come around to the idea of loving you.

And, really, how could you expect that of him? It wasn't fair to suddenly come into someone's life and wait for them to love you like a husband loves his wife.

You retreated to the kitchen to deal with your thoughts, putting the soba in the refrigerator in case Shoto got hungry. You thought over what you should do, a little bored with the housewife position you'd been put in. Shoto was a pro hero, Endeavor one as well- you had no reason to even continue college. The two of them each had enough money right now to live off of three times over.

You were ready to hang on as long as it took.

Until you overheard Shoto on the phone.

"She's annoying. Not my type at all. I could never love anyone like her, even without this quirk marriage nonsense my father is forcing on me."

You felt tears pricking your eyes. He'd never, ever like you, would he? This was just a waste of time, until Endeavor either forced you into a wedding that made Shoto despise you even more, or canceled your contract for you.

You went straight to the number one hero himself, heart pounding in your chest as you approached his office and knocked quietly on the door. A moment later, you stood before him, those tears from earlier finally falling.

"Shoto will never love me. I think it'd be best for both of us if we... just... went our separate ways." Your voice quavered, and your eyes closed tightly for the finish.

Endeavor sat back in his chair, obviously surprised, "But your parents-"

"I can quit college and get a second job."

Endeavor blinked and, after an eternity, pressed on, "My son is stubborn, he has rebelled against me before. You should not take it personally."

You considered his words. Perhaps Shoto didn't hate you, just the arranged marriage. But then you remembered his words over the phone and started to cry all over again.

"No... no. I'm sure. I want to cancel the marriage. I'm sorry."

Endeavor nodded, "I understand."

Shoto woke up in a bad mood and it only worsened when he didn't see you in the kitchen, making him breakfast. You always made him breakfast, so why not today? Were you sick?

He checked the fridge and found the cold soba from yesterday. Not exactly a proper breakfast, but it would do.

Sour expression on his face, he wondered why you weren't awake, bustling around like a happy tornado, cleaning every surface like you had a grudge against it. Maybe you really were sick. He spooned soba into your mouth, debating whether or not to check on you.

Against his better judgment, he walked over to your room and knocked sharply on it. He gave an exasperated sigh when there was no response and opened the door, only to find... nothing. No clothes, no knick knacks, nothing that made the room uniquely you, like it had once been.

His heart sank in his chest and he leaned against the door, head hanging down as his thoughts raced. Wasn't he supposed to be happy? Thrilled, even? This meant that the quirk marriage was over, right?

So why did he feel crushed?

Shoto stormed into his father's office without knocking. "Where is she?"

Endeavor looked up from his paperwork, surprised. "Gone. The marriage is off."

The younger man left, a hole deep in his heart where you had once been. He hadn't realized it, so focused on hating you, but he couldn't live without you. He felt like he was panicking, his breath was coming fast and heavy, his mind clouded with thoughts of you.

He knew where you lived, he'd been there once before to meet you. It wasn't a far walk, and he'd be running.

He could be there in ten minutes. He was positive he could convince you to sign the contract again.

It was time to bring his bride back home.