MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

Heavy Feelings 💜

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader
@TomurasPlayerTwo
(I'll be Player Three 😉😏)
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Four lines tallied, with a diagonal slash through them. Another five days had passed. You counted all of the groupings, scoffing at the total amount.

Thirty five groups, so about half a year. You laid the chalk piece down, sighing to yourself. It was never-ending, really. He'd keep you locked away in his room, only visiting after his little villain meetings ended. Dabi would sometimes show up, teasing you relentlessly. You hated them both, deciding it was better to just keep to yourself. Every day, you'd do the same routine. Wake up, eat, stare at the wall, then fall back asleep.

You remembered the first day all too well. It was foolish as a young women to be walking alone at night, but you thought no one would bother. Four fingers pressed against your neck, the fifth threatening to make contact. He coaxed you into the shadows, commanding Kurogiri to send the both of you back to the hideaway. You were originally meant to be a hostage, but Tomura took a liking to you. After many failed escaped attempts, he opted to keep you confined in his room.

He was extremely messy for the average man. You hated the piles of trash that accumulated, and the nonstop video games. Nights spent trying to sleep were instead made to you having to play against him. When you lost, the nightmares truly began.

Again, you counted the group of tallies. Your frustration started to boil to a point. Anger blinded your senses, so much so that you didn't hear the door being opened and shut. You didn't register the arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you flush against his chest. Your teeth ground together, making a horrible sound.

"I missed you," Tomura laid his cheek against your shoulder, basking in the warmth. His roughened skin made yours itch. He studied the white chalk marks, his eyes twitching. "I don't want you thinking about that, Y/N. Give me the chalk."

"No," You grasped it within your hand, clutching it to your chest. Tomura sighed, and tried to unlace your fingers. When you didn't budge, still remaining defiant, he started to become frustrated. "Give me the chalk Y/N!" he grit out, his fingers trying to pick yours away.

"N-No! Stop taking everything away from me—!" both of you fell to the floor, entangled in a mess of limbs. Tomura grabbed the hand holding your precious chalk, extending his pinkie finger carefully.

"I asked nicely the first time," he stated, his finger inching downwards. "Please give it to me." his voice softened, but it was all just a trick. You knew he would snap at any moment, and it was all just a front to catch you off guard. Tears pricked at your eyes, close to spilling.

Grief made your muscles relax, your fingers unclenching around the chalk stick. Tomura quickly snatched it, wrapping all five fingers around the piece. It dissolved rapidly, leaving no evidence behind.

"Why don't you ever listen? I just want us to...to...!"

He violently started to scratch at his neck, new blood joining the caked blood under his fingernails. Tomura could feel his eyes burn, mixed with an unpleasant heat. His throat felt like it was closing up, too.

Your fingers had closed around the doorknob, lightly twisting it clockwise. Before the door could open, Tomura slammed his body against it.

"Let me fucking tell you something," he grabbed both of your shoulders, and quickly threw you to the floor. You didn't cry, or feel pain, but tears stilled flowed like rivers. They fell to the ground, staining the carpet. "I love you! Dabi said you didn't feel the same, but I always hoped that maybe..."