K.bakugou x reader oneshots

red

listen the song red means i love you to set the mood

they're dating. i should've guessed. Mina Ashido, she grazes his shoulder, and holds his hand, and kisses his red, lips. ready or not here i come, rival..
she walked down the halls looking for the target.

a noise coming from the closet in trapped her. it was a sort of thudding sound. thump, thump, thump.

knife in hand she listened in to the noise. a giant moan could be heard. "m-mina you need to be quieter,"

she raised her hand, gripping the black handle firmly. she imagined mina sqiuming on the ground, unclothed just for bakugou. not for long atleast.

she plunged the knife through the door. and waited until a beautiful red liquid seeped through the crack.

it leaked into the handle of the knife, down her arm, into her shirt, down her torso until it finally settled into the waistband of her bottoms.

if she could bathe in her victims blood she would, but this was the best she was gonna get. it made her giddy just thinking about her loves face.

his fearing mind, his screaming voice, his shaking hands. his red, velvety blood.

she slowly opened the door. on the inside of the door was a cold, lifeless body of her rival. it made her euphoric.

there he was. simply standing, or maybe he was yellling, she was too focused on the blood.

she finally turned to him. "unusual, they say such a strange fascination, infatuation. a lunatic" her head was spinning. she couldn't take this amount of ecstasy.

"your crazy!" he yelled. he wanted to make her go away, get revenge.

"call me what suits your taste, i just want a taste. and i've always heard it's the inside that counts!"

she picked up the bloody knife, and smeared some blood on his face.
"cause my insides are red, and your are too. and the red on my face so matching you And goodness you're bleeding
What a wonderful feeling
You're down and you're pleading
My head is just reeling"

never more had a realization hit him harder. you were bar shit crazy. he had slept in the same building as her, gone to classes with her, eaten with her. he ran, he hid. he had never been one to hide but he just couldn't process.

she continued to sing. "Unfortunate
They say such a shame, I turned out this way A maniac Well, yeah I get manic when I cause a panic." she continued to sing, until she turned a corner and saw him.

he was in a ball holding his legs. she grabbed his chin and pulled it towards her. "and of course i'm excited when i see you around." she motioned to herself and the new red adorning her clothes. "the red means i love you! tasting your blood means i love you! the red means i looove you!"

her hand shook. she pinned him down. the knife sunk into his chest. his screams had no effect on her. this was her moment, her love.

the little drops made her high, the taste was as savory as ever. one cut turned to two, which turned to four, which turned to eight, which turned to sixteen, which turned to thirty-two, which turned to sixty-four, which turned to one hundred twenty eight, which turned to red.

"cause my insides are red, and yours are too. and the red on my face is matching you. and goodness your bleeding, what wondering feeling. your down and your bleeding my head is reeling"
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"OW!" the little girl yelled. "shhh, it's okay." he mother said. that's what she always said. "the red means i love you," her mother said picking up the freasyly cut arm (which her mother had cut) and licking it. "tasting your blood means i love you,"
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she felt guilt as she remembered how much it hurt her. but it meant love, right?
"the red means i love you. tasting your blood means i love you..."

"i've always heard it's what's inside that counts..."