KNY M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

Shy 🤍

Sanemi x Reader
@MileyMichelliiLaraya
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The cake was falling apart.

Something may have been missing.

Every time he tried to take a slice, it would crumble from its own weight. What could he have done wrong? Was it the frosting, or was the cake not spongey enough? Did it come out too soft? Is that why it couldn't last? Or at the very least, the frosting could've tasted too tart.

Sanemi didn't know. It was eating him up inside. He wanted you to love him, to try and see his point of view, but something kept scaring you away.

You were always quite timid, but you sure could hold your weight against a demon. He'd seen you fight, witnessed the brave front you put up. Once the evil was gone, you'd revert back to your shy self. Rarely was it when you spoke, and it was always simple pleasantries and greetings.

He felt worse seeing you close with Genya. It was obvious you didn't harbor any feelings, but Sanemi knew that wasn't the case with his younger brother. Behind the harshness in his attitude, there was something there. It was a feeling Sanemi shared, but more frenzied.

Could it have been his scars? Wait, no. Sanemi had them too. The difference in height? No, you didn't care all that much anyway.

If you could see him for what he really was, Sanemi might've had a chance to turn the tables. He wanted you to look at him, not his mutt of a brother.

A brother that somehow survived the slaughter from years before.

"Eat it, don't spit out a single fucking piece."

Genya choked on the flesh, thrashing under his brother as Sanemi forced the pieces into his mouth. The younger brother didn't want to eat that wretched flesh. He didn't want to experience its abilities now. What if you saw?

More and more he consumed against his will, eventually transforming into what he hated most. Still, he couldn't get Sanemi off of him. What made him so strong? And what was that sound getting closer?

"...What is this?" you asked, halting when you saw something dark and wet coating Sanemi's hands and Genya's mouth. Genya visibly flinched, trying again desperately to shove his brother off.

"This is what you've been talking to. Didn't I tell you there was something wrong about him?" Sanemi said, shaking Genya as if he was a ragdoll.

You were quiet for a moment, feeling the heat bloom in your cheeks. This moment was strange, and if anything, made you a little shy. It was hard to look Sanemi in the eye.

Sanemi couldn't believe it when you simply walked away. No other words were exchanged. Not once did you even look back, neither to Sanemi or Genya.

That night, sleep was hard to achieve. Throughout the darkness, you could hear subtle scratches and mutterings outside your bedroom window. You didn't dare open it, instead letting your eyes close.

Just in case, you kept your sword underneath the bed.

Genya never spoke to you again, but that was okay. You'd keep his secret. Most importantly, you wished Sanemi would leave you alone. You were afraid of bumping into him anywhere. Whether it be at sparring, training, bathing, or brunch hour.

Even now, you were on high alert. The water started from your neck, and concealed everything downwards. Soapy suds helped cover any translucency. Every now and then, you'd sink underneath to wet your hair. Your eyes would stay closed so that the soap couldn't seep in.

Again, you dove underneath. You were only under water for a few seconds, and then rose back up for air. After wiping the water away from your eyes, you opened them to see Sanemi at the bath's edge.

"...This is the women's-"

"-You're the only one that comes here. The rest prefer the hot springs."

You sank further underneath, with your chin barely visible. He stepped forward, his feet now soaked with water. Your back bumped against the tiled wall, so you couldn't swim away like you wanted.

"You know," his knees were now submerged in the water. "it's upsetting how you've been avoiding me. Did you believe I wasn't watching you?" Further and further he walked, now with his waist becoming submerged.

"Shinazugawa-"

"-Sanemi."

"S-Sanemi, you're acting strange!"

He wasn't coming to his senses, wadding deeper into the water. You tried to inch towards the side, but he'd mimic each step and cut you off. If you screamed, would someone come to help? Your sword was currently being reforged, and your physical defense alone wouldn't save you.

"Y/N, what makes you so shy? Is it the people, the environment," he was only a few feet away, rippling the water's surface. "...is it me?"

Your bottom lip started to quiver. He liked it. It was interesting how brave you were when it came to hellish demons, yet instantly shriveled up whenever he made an appearance. Sanemi didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing.

If it was a bad thing, he'd make it into a good thing.

"So many scars along your perfect skin...do they make you self-conscious?" His hands were placed amongst your shoulders, creeping downwards under the water where they shouldn't roam. How did he know about those scars? You never wore robes that exposed anything more than your hands and neck.

You thought back to the nights before, and how the bedroom window would rattle and shake throughout the darkness. The crickets would stop cricketing, and the owls would cease their hoots. It was all you could focus on, and it lasted until dawn. There were scratches on the outside panel of the window, but yet you couldn't bring yourself to call attention to it.

"Are you this nervous around the other Hashiras? Men in general? Or is it something about me that you can't quite stand?" His chin rested where his left hand once was, and his arms wrapped around your waist. They didn't brush against anything else, but his fingers kept squeezing the supple flesh.

"...Can you please leave the bathhouse, Sanemi? This is inappropriate, and you're scaring me-"

"-Scaring you? You're almost always scared when I'm around. Would you hesitant to cut me down if you held your sword?" So close was his face, with his nose nearly grazing yours. He didn't look angry per se, but maybe amused. Deep down, he knew you would never harm another person.

"Oh, wait-" Sanemi shoved your body against the tiled wall, and pressed himself against you upon wheezing. "It's him, isn't it? My brother?" It wasn't true, but yet your cheeks flushed even deeper.

Then, he simply let you go. Sanemi quickly made his way towards the bath's edge, and squeezed the fabric of his clothes. Excess water poured into the floor, and somehow, he didn't slip. He picked up your sword, giving it a small twirl before sheathing it on his person.

"I have competition then, don't I? It shouldn't be too hard to spill blood so similar to mine, should it?"

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Way overdue, yes I know :(

I'm picking back up the pace with my MHA fanfic, and picked back up where I left off in the middle of season 4.

Fatgum kinda hot when he loses his excess fat ngl 👀