An Obssesive Nightmare

Annoyance.

We had arrived back at the building Deku was living in. I didn't really get to enjoy my coffee as we both sat in silence, unsure of what to do with ourselves. He was lay next to me again, eyeing me up and down. Anytime I tried to move, he'd put a hand on top of my chest to pin me back down again.

He was back to his touchy-feely self too, disregarding what I wanted and just making me lie there while he watched me endlessly. Soon he even started to poke at my face and pull softly on my hair. It was clear he was bored and didn't know what else to do for entertainment.

"Izuku?" He made direct eye contact with me, perking up once I said his name. "Yes kacchan? What is it?" I shuffled onto my side, trying to look directly at him myself. "Do you wanna do something other than mess with my face...and my hair."

"Mm...no. I'm good." He kept going, giggling like a little schoolboy. I tried to shuffle away but he just wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to him. "Kacchan. Stay."

"I'm not a dog!" I exclaimed, trying to get his arm off me. "Yes you are...you're my dog. A pomeranian." He said in a croaky fake-tiredness. "Ugh...leave me alone..."

He suddenly straddled my waist in efforts to intimidate me, "Alone? You mean...alone in that room you were trapped in? I'll happily throw you back in there!" He took a hold of my chin, grasping it tightly before leaning down to get closer to my face. "W-what no! I just want you to stop poking me..."

"Pff...whatever. Hm...I like this position, what do you think?" He grinned at me, speaking to me in a sultry tone. "I think you should get off of me." I was blunt and straight to the point, punching him in his right shoulder. "Owch...hehe~" He was so childish yet so terrifying at the same time. I never know what to bloody think!

"Seriously though, don't punch me again. You'll lose your other arm too." He stated, pinning me down even further. "Whatever."

He stayed in position, finding himself quite comfortable straddling my waist. He clearly wanted to give me some kind of intimate affection once more as he kept caressing my face as well as holding his hand around my throat.

Don't get me wrong, it felt nice to be held like this. But why couldn't it be someone else...why did it have to be him? All I want is to go home and be with the one I truly love, with all my heart. But alas, I can't get what I want. Not now, and apparently not ever thanks to this green-haired fuck.

I couldn't really think of much else, seeing as he loomed over me. His eyes piercing mine, his teeth showing in his grin and bared like fangs. His whole demeanour was intimidating, the way his eyes followed me wherever which way I moved made his expression even creepier.

How did that sweet boy, that hero-obsessed little shit, turn into this cruel monster? Perhaps I was to blame, perhaps that was my downfall. Either way, I can't undo what has been done. There's no way out of it now.

Hopefully to stay sane, and to keep myself safe, I'll just keep treating him as nothing but an annoyance.

Hello my lovely readers! I'm so sorry for the long hiatus! I've just been really busy with school and putting my head back on right. And unfortunately I will have to go again after this one is published because of my year 11 mock gcses coming up on Tues 5th December 2023 which isn't fun but alas, it must be done.

So Farewell for now! I'll see you soon!