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➤【 yandere katsuki bakugo x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, Katsuki Bakugo loves to torment one of his classmates for a very simple reason: he's obsessed with her
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➺ mature themes and language
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CLUTCHING her backpack straps tightly, (Y/N) followed Katsuki and his friends from a distance, her (E/C) eyes pinned to his form only, the hues dull while her expression was not a pleased one. He had been paying attention to her after school just like she wanted, but then his friends butted in and caused him to lose interest.
Her teeth grit.
No.
No, no, no.
He's mine.
Why do you think you can take him from me?
Finally, Katsuki reached his house and bid goodbye to his friends, opening the gate before then entering the building. (Y/N) had already memorized the route to his home from school and back to her own house, so this was but a daily routine for her. Glancing down at her phone which she had used to take boundless pictures of the boy, she smiled creepily as she kissed the screen and then began her trek home. What she didn't know, however, was that the curtain of the window to Katsuki's room shifted ever so slightly upon her leaving.
"I'm back," (Y/N) announced to the empty house as she slipped off her shoes.
It was always like that.
Ever since she and her parents moved, they were always busy since they were pretty much always working. Even on holidays, they could barely take enough time off to see her in the morning and wish her a 'Happy Birthday,' or a 'Merry Christmas.' She struggled at first, but now she was used to it, and more than that, she enjoyed all of the time she was able to have alone.
It meant something.
It meant more.
Flicking on the light to her room, the glow blazing across the walls, pictures upon pictures of Katsuki stared back at her. Some were with people who were scribbled out in dark red ink, and some were even of him sleeping or stepping out of the shower. She was crazy, she knew. To be so infatuated with someone that she would stalk them endlessly should have been pointless.
But she didn't think so.
As she happily began printing out more photos of Katsuki to line her walls, her cheeks coated with the heat of a blush as she stared at his picture, she didn't realize that said boy was standing just outside with a camera raised. And as he pointed the lens at her, as the picture focused onto her face, all he could do was grin wickedly.
