Various anime one shots book 2

Desire (Maddie)

"Here you go!"
Looking up with quivering lips, Shimura finds you-an angel in disguise--holding out a corndog with a bite taken out of it. On your chubby face is a smile, though eyes full of empathy.
You're crouched down, at eye- level with the blue-haired boy, who sits with his knees drawn to chest, shivering in the cold.
"You can have it," you say. "I don't need it."
That childish, innocent voice of yours is delectable-he eats it up and wants to come back for more. Hands trembling, he reaches out and takes the corndog from your hand, though almost drops it. You both reach to catch it, which results in the clichéd scenario of hands touching. He pale cheeks take on a reddish tone, though you just smile at him.
"Enjoy it, m'kay?"
Skeptically, he nods, taking a bite out of the corndog. The food, in itself, is nothing spectacular, but starvation consumes him. In just a few moments, it's gone. You giggle at him, as if something was funny.
"Were you hungry?"
Hand over his stomach, he nods.
"Hm? Won't you say anything?"
"Mh- Im.-- Tenko--"
"I'm Y/n! It's nice to-"
"Y/n!" calls an elder woman.
She spots you, marches over, and grabs your arm.
Whisper shouting, she scolds you, "Don't go talking to strange boys on the street! What the heck is wrong with you?!"
Tomura tries to speak, "I can hear you."
But then, the woman is dragging you away, scolding you mercilessly.
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He's finally found you. Tomura stares at you through your window, watching you cook up a meal. You live in an apartment, all by your lonesome. He never saw you again, after the time you extended kindness toward him. But that had been his very faith in humanity. What makes him remember that not all kindness is lost.
You've grown to become a beautiful young woman. What was once chubby and awkward little body, has grown into a thick curvy figure. You've grown into your face more properly, now rather ravishing. He aches with desire for you. For your delicate frame to be in his arms. For your precious attention. For praise and love and appreciation. For just pure adoration from you. He used to never believe in supernatural beings like angels. It was never taught to him in his childhood. But then, he met you. That's when he realized something spectacular - there had been an angel in disguise right there. Maybe not a literal angel, but you might as well have been. Lovingly, he stares at you, his longing growing stronger and stronger by the minute. 'Y/n,' the name slips from his lips. He never forgot it. The name of his savior and salvation. His very faith. His practical religion. It took years to find you. Years. And now he has. If he could just reach out and touch you. But would you shatter? Crumple? Decay? He could never hurt an angel. Never, It would be too great a sin. Finally, you sit down and begin eating, scrolling on a cell phone you pulled from your pocket, You even make that look beautiful. He could practically drool from his pure delight and yearning.
"You will be mine." he mutters under his breath, smiling at your unknowing self. "All mine. Forever."
0.0.o.0.o
He did it. He stole you away. In the night, as you slept so peacefully in your bed. He took you and brought you to his base, the establishment of his very goal. The League of Villains. Of course, you won't join. That's too dangerous. And an angel as yourself shouldn't of be exposed to such dirty work.
You sleep in his bed, holding a pillow tightly. He's found that you look beautiful no matter what you do. Sleep. Eat, Sit. Everything. Your very being is radiant.  After what felt like forever, you begin to stir, releasing a small and quiet groan. Expectantly, he scoots to the edge of his seat, wide- to eyed with anticipation. This is it. You'll wake up and have your reunion. He'll tell you who he is. You slowly remember him. You smile and tell him that he's grown to be a handsome man. He tells you that you're not half-bad yourself. You ask if he's single, and he'll give a vague response such as, "Why? Do you want me to be?" And from a there, things are confessed. Maybe he'll get the chance to kiss you--.
"Ngh-" Your beautiful eyes flutter open, scanning the room in a surprised manner.
When they fall on him, you sit up and scream, backing up against the wall. "Who are you?" Chest heaving up and down, your eyes skirt around frantically.
"Me? Don't you remember me?"
"N- no? Should I?"
"Remember?" He comes over to you, climbing onto the bed, He gets so close so that he's caged you in, though you still press yourself further against the wall.
"You should remember me. You saved me. You saved me from my thoughts. You saved me and became my salvation. My faith. My everything. It's been years. So many years. But here you are. Right in front of me. All mine, Remember? The little boy on the streets? You fed me?"
You squint at him, but then your eyes widen back up. "Tenko. My mom said to stay away from you- said you probably had disease."
 "Here I am. I finally found you."
"And- you were looking for me-. why?"
"Because you're my angel. I had to have you. I still do. And now I do."
"You sound like a creep. P- please move away-"
"Why would I?"
He grabs your waist under your shirt, touching the bare skin. It's so soft. He's been dying to do this. Dying. Then, he brings his other hand to your neck, to your jaw, then cups your cheek. His thumb touches your lips, moving his thumb back and forth. They're so soft. Of course, he keeps his pinky up, as to not cause any problems.  Incapable of resisting any longer, he leans in and presses his cracked lips to yours. Gosh, they taste so good. He has to have more. He so needs more. More of your lips. More of you. Just more.  Something wet hits his hand, so he opens his eyes. He finds you to be in tears, choking against him. Furrowing his brows, he pulls away. "What?"
"Don't- please. I wanna go home-."
"Oh angel," He starts to squeeze your waist and caress your cheek. "This is home now. If you're with me, you're home. I am your home."
"No. No, you're not. You're not and never will be. You're scaring me."
"No, No! You- you're supposed to love me. To want me. To want this. Why isn't this going the way it's supposed to?!" He grabs your shoulders, almost forgetting to keep his pinkies up. "Why?!" Shaking you violently, he squeezes you tightly. "Why, why, why, why, why?! You have to love me! You - you're the angel that saved me! The only thing I believe in! Everything I'm doing is for you." He begins twitching. After he removes one of his hands from you, he starts scratching his neck, about to hyperventilate.
"I'm changing the world.  I'm- I'm making it a place for us. For us, Y/n. Why don't you want me? I'm doing everything for you!"
"I don't even know you. We met once as kids. But that means nothing."
"Nothing? Nothing?" Still scratching, he start to shake. "This isn't acceptable. I won't let you talk to me like that. You're mine. All I mine."
Impulsively, he grabs the lamp, disintegrating it entirely. "Kiss me. Kiss me now or you'll loose a limb." 
 Your breath hitches in your chest, but then, out of sheer fear, you lean up and do as he commanded. Violently, he grabs your arms, pinkies out, and then pins you down. You're his. For now, you may think the past to be nothing, but it isn't. It's everything. You'll come to learn that, too. You just need time. You need to adjust. After awhile, you'll reciprocate. Things will go back to the way they need to be. The way they should be.