Random Yandere One Shots Vol. 7

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"Fuck, you-" 

Katsuki looks up at the ceiling as he catches his breath, a smile stretching against his face. 

"You taste so fucking good." 

He looks down at Izuku, who still looks so scared. His lips are red, his cheeks splotched as spit drips onto the floor. Their eyes meet, and Katsuki ignores the disgust and hate in his eyes. 

"How about me? How do I taste?" 

Izuku, with his hands now free, punches him in the face, getting enough time to push him off. 

"Like shit!" 

Since the angle was awkward when Izuku punched him, it's not as strong. He manages to lunge and tackle Izuku again before he can get very far. There is a loud scream then a loud crack, before Izuku falls to the floor of the kitchen. 

Katsuki ignores the red splattered onto the corner of the counter and the red starting to drip from Izuku's head as he tries to push him off. He straddles his hips, turning him to face him. 

"I'm not going to hurt you Izuku." 

He mumbles out, still having that heated fire in his eyes. Katsuki leans down, cupping his face a lot softer now that he's not fighting back. 

"I can't understand what you're saying, Deku." 

Izuku's mouth is moving, but he's talking too quietly for Katsuki to properly hear him, more red liquid coming from his head. He focuses on that more than the way his neck is twisted. 

 "It's okay, baby. We don't have to fight; we can just forget about this whole thing. Every relationship has some shitty moments, right?" 

He kisses him softly, smiling against his skin. Katsuki can be the bigger person and admit that he was wrong. 

"I'm sorry I got mad." 

Izuku doesn't say anything, though he doesn't need to. Katsuki has already forgiven him. He gets up, but Izuku just stays on the ground, muttering, his hands pressed against the floor as his chest rises and falls. 

Katsuki leans down and pulls him up, more red liquid dripping from his head, dampening his already wet clothes. Katsuki sighs and slings his arm over his shoulder, dragging him over to the couch. Deku's head isn't lolling unnaturally to the left at all.

"Come on Deku, we still have to get you changed. You're going to catch a cold like that, next time, just call me to pick you up." 

He helps Deku sit down on the couch, his breathing steadying out. He ignores the way his chest stops moving completely, and the way the light leaves his eyes. He's just tired. 

"We'll watch a movie and then head to bed. I don't have any shitty classes tomorrow, so we can spend the whole day together. I'll even make Katsudon. Your favorite." 

Katsuki hesitates for a second before deciding that his body will just warm Deku up. He rushes to his room to get his comforter and walks back over, draping it over Deku and him. He sighs, breathing in his smell and he wraps his arms around him. 

Deku rests his head against him, and Katsuki starts the movie. Tomorrow, he'll make this whole thing up to him. 

"I love you Kacchan." 

He kisses his cheek, grinning. 

"I love you too Izuku."