Random Yandere One shots Vol. 8

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He steps forward as the person finishes their order and goes to the side, taking him out of his thoughts. About forty minutes pass, and he finally gets to the front of the line, stuttering slightly as he recites the order for the women giving him a customer service smile. He's one order away from being done when someone stops next to him. He almost doesn't notice the man but gets the feeling of being watched, causing him to look over. Red eyes stare back, still as vibrant and consuming as he remembers. 

The sight is so jarring that he can't do anything but stare. 

He had looked at those eyes thousands of times ever since he was a child. There was no way he would ever forget them, not with the way they were scarred into his brain, permanent part of him. His heart stops the breath from leaving his throat, the sound of the blonde's name dying on his tongue. He forces out a cough to try and speak, but the blonde is faster. 

"How... How are ya?" 

The man's voice is deep, but that doesn't stop the familiar shock rising up his chest and making him feel like he's in a nightmare. Thats what has to be going on. Izuku has been rotting in his classroom, and this is just a mess of his final moments. Izuku already has a thousand things he can say, searching for his voice like a little kid turning his room inside and out just to find his favorite toy, almost about to just scream. Maybe 'Good.' would be enough to get out of here as fast as possible, wake up from his life flashing before his eyes. 

"Sir, are you ready to pay?"

Both of them look at the women, Izuku brought back out of his thoughts and to the reality that this isn't a dream. 

"Y-yes, sorry-" 

Before he can get the cash out, the chime of it being successfully paid for sounds. Izuku looks back at Bakugou, who is already putting his card back into his pocket, adjusting the hood of his jacket. Its then that Izuku registers that the mask on his face and the hood covering most of his hair isn't just because he wants them to be there. After all, he is the number three hero. The title strikes something inside him, and he looks away. 

"You didn't have to pay." 

The blonde rolls his eyes, not addressing the slight coldness in his tone as he pulls Izuku out of the line. His brain pauses, his heart stuttering as his skin seems to set on fire at the contact. His reaction makes something startlingly clear. That he hasn't had actual [physical human contact besides bumping into people on the train for who knows how long.  Izuku pulls back as fast as his body will let him, Bakugou giving him a glare, his expression anything but soft. Izuku ignores his straining heart strings, in favor of trying to get the wad of cash out of his pocket to hurry and pay Bakugou so he can leave.