Echoes Of Obsession (Yandere BNHA x female reader)

chapter 15

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》y/n's pov
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I was already in a foul mood before I even left home. Cramps gnawed at my abdomen, and I found myself wincing every few steps. Great, just great. I could already tell my period was about to make its grand entrance.

"Guess my periods are about to come," I muttered under my breath as I neared the gates of U.A. Perfect timing to feel like absolute garbage.

As if the universe couldn't make my day worse, I saw the huge crowd of reporters gathered outside the gate.

The second I was spotted in my U.A. uniform, they came rushing towards me, closing in like a pack of wild animals.

"Excuse me! How is U.A. treating its students?"
"What's All Might like as a teacher?"
"Which hero course are you in?"

I tried not to let my bad mood show, but it wasn't easy. Still, I figured it'd be better to answer at least some of their questions so I wouldn't be hounded the entire way to class.

"It's fine, really," I said, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. "

"All Might's a great teacher. He's really focused on helping us improve."

Another reporter shoved a mic in my face. "What about the Hero Course? What's it like? Are you in Class 1-A?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I'm in Class 1-A. It's challenging, but everyone's working hard."

I wanted to keep walking, but they just wouldn't quit. The questions kept coming, one after another, until I could barely hear myself think. The cramps weren't helping my patience either. I was done playing nice and started to push my way through the crowd, trying to escape this madness.

That's when I felt it-a strong, rough grip on my arm. My body jerked as I was yanked backward. The force of it made me stumble, and I whirled around, eyes blazing.

The reporter had the nerve to hold me tightly, glaring at me with frustration. His voice rose above the others, full of anger.

"Where do you think you are going? You think you can just ignore us?!" he shouted, loud enough to make some of the other reporters back off slightly.

"Hey, man, what are you doing?!" a few reporters called out in alarm, noticing how tight his grip was. Some even took a step back, realizing he'd crossed a line.

But he wasn't letting go. His fingers dug into my arm with enough force that I could feel it radiating through my already sore muscles. The pain mixed with the cramps was enough to push me over the edge. The bad mood I'd been trying to suppress all morning finally broke loose.

I gave him a sweet, disarming smile, my eyes narrowing like a cat's. "Oh? You need something?" I cooed, my voice dripping with fake innocence.

He hesitated for a moment, clearly confused by my sudden change in tone. Before he could respond.....I grabbed his wrist.[a/n: yessshh!!! I decided to make the reader a little badass.....never mess with a girl whose periods is about to start]

To everyone else watching, it looked like a harmless grip-just me placing my hand on his. But he knew better. I squeezed, hard. The bones in his wrist shifted under the pressure, and I could feel them starting to bend.

His eyes widened in shock and pain, though he tried to hide it. If it weren't for the noise of the crowd, the crackle of his bones would've been loud enough for everyone to hear. He winced, his face paling as he tried to yank his hand back, but I didn't let go.