Yandere Marinette x Bakugou

Blood Moon

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the neighbourhood. I lay next to Bakugou, his arm draped over me, holding me close. He wanted me to stay the night again, but I had other plans.  I had read through their texts over and over, each message from Chloe like a stab to my heart. She was trying to take him away from me, and I couldn't allow that. Chloe needed to be dealt with. Permanently. Chloe had become too much of a threat, and tonight, I would end it. 

I carefully lifted Bakugou's arm, sliding out from under his grasp. He murmured in his sleep, calling me "Mommy," but I whispered softly, "Shh, love, I'll be right back." He settled down, and I quickly dressed in black, covering every inch of my body. No evidence could be left behind.

I slipped out of his window and made my way to the house party Chloe had bragged about attending. The music thumped loudly as I approached, the house alive with laughter and drunken revelry. I blended into the shadows, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement.

Inside, I saw Chloe, her annoying giggle cutting through the noise. She was talking to some guy, her hands flirtatiously touching his arm. I watched as they exchanged smirks, and he led her upstairs. Perfect. I followed them silently, my grip tightening around the bat I had brought with me.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon through the window. I saw the guy's silhouette, his back turned as he looked out the window. Without hesitation, I swung the bat, hitting him square in the head. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Moments later, Chloe entered the room, giggling. "Hey, where'd you go?" she called out, her voice tinged with playful curiosity. She took a few steps inside, and I made my move.

I lunged at her, swinging the bat with all my strength. The first hit made her scream in pain and confusion. "What the hell? Stop! Please!" she cried, thinking it was the guy from earlier. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Each hit was fueled by my love for Bakugou, my need to protect what was mine.

Her screams grew weaker, her body bruised and bloodied. I felt a sick satisfaction watching her crumble under my assault. When she was barely conscious, I pulled out my knife. "This is for Bakugou," I whispered, my voice shaking with rage and possessiveness.

I stabbed her in the heart, once, twice, again and again, each time chanting, "For Bakugou. For Bakugou." Blood splattered across my face and clothes, but I didn't care. She had to die. She was a threat.

When I was sure she was dead, I turned my attention to the unconscious guy. I dragged him closer, smearing his fingerprints in Chloe's blood. I positioned his hands all over her body, making sure they were covered in her blood. It had to look like he did it.

Satisfied, I wiped my knife clean on his clothes, then jumped out the window. I ran back to my house, adrenaline pumping through my veins. In the bathroom, I scrubbed my body and clothes, making sure every trace of blood was gone. The knife gleamed clean under the water.

Finally, I made my way back to Bakugou's house, climbing through his window and slipping into bed beside him. He whined softly, but I kissed his cheek and whispered, "I love you." He sighed and snuggled closer, falling back into a deep sleep.

I lay there, holding him, a sense of calm washing over me. Chloe was gone. No one would take Bakugou from me. He was mine. Forever.

Bakugou's POV:

The morning sun filtered through the classroom windows as we arrived at school. A sense of unease settled over me as I saw police officers, detectives, and even crime scene investigators swarming the grounds. Students were lined up, getting questioned, going in and out of the principal's office. The whole scene was chaotic.