Random Yandere One shots Vol. 8

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He goes home, closing the door to the classroom with a soft click. He slides the key back into his pocket, keeping his eyes forward and away from the hallway leading towards the stairs leading up to the rooftop. A habit. He walks down the hall to the front doors of the school. Everyone has long since left, that or some are locked in their classrooms just like him. 

His footsteps are soft, and he has to remember to lift his legs up, continuing to move. A human body is too heavy. He gets to the door and catches the eye of a receptionist doing late work as well. Her brown eyes are warm, and she smiles and waves goodbye. He pauses, and he can hear her muffled words through the glass. 

"Get home safe, Mr. Midoriya!" 

Izuku forces a smile on his face, the action making his flesh feel like its straining, tearing itself just to do something he used to do all of the time. When there was something to smile about rather than just smiling to be polite. He lifts his heavy arm and waves back, giving her a smile and walking out the door. 

In an instant, the smile is off of his face, his skin giving him a small thanks for ending the stramineous action. The night air brushes against him as he walks towards the train station. The light pollution makes the sky pitch black when he looks up, sitting down on one of the benches, right in front of the tracks. A computer women's voice rings through the station, listing times and warnings that melt in the back of Izuku's mind like ooze. 

His vision blurs slightly as he zones out, his brown leather-bound bag on his lap, filled with even more work he has to do when he gets ack to his apartment. He goes into the train, a number of people already inside. He squeezes, managing to find a seat where his shoulders are at least not touching anyone's shoulders. The train is smooth, and his eyes grow heavy as he continues to sit there, the sounds of the people around him acting as background noise. 

The apartment he's been living in since he started working as a teacher at UA a year ago. He needed to leave, put space between him and the place his dreams of being a hero were broken twice in his life. His mom understood this and at least let him leave, making him promise to visit whenever he had time. That was something else he had gotten help with. He assumes Mr. Aizawa was the one who paid for his first month's rent when Izuku was struggling finding somewhere to go. 

Even with the lights on, anyone could tell this place isn't exactly lived in, everything put in place like an Ikea display. Lifeless, with the intention of making it look the opposite. The walls have some generic art hanging on them, the fridge filled with leftovers that Izuku doesn't plan on touching unless he gets hungry in the middle of the night.