Yandere x Reader // My Hero Academia

Cold // Yandere Prompts.

 His hands were cold.

So, so cold, as though his very fingers were covered by a thin sheet of ice. Each touch had you shivering and shaking, wishing desperately for this all to be over. Slim, cold fingers wandered slowly all across your bare skin, a trail of goosebumps bubbling up behind them.

Your skin prickled with...with the cold? Or with the fear? Maybe it was a bit of both, the two feelings mixing into something deep and dark and freezing as it churned inside of you...

In the end, you didn't know. All you did know was that you were naked. Shivering. Shaking.

And that his touch was so, so cold...

The entire room was icy. He had dragged you here, laughing wickedly as you cried and cried. It was here that he had cuffed you, cool metal tightening around your wrists and keeping your hands around your back. It was here that you had been stripped, sobbing as the sounds of screams echoed in the distance.

You couldn't run.

You couldn't fight.

You were trapped.

Unable to escape from this terror, you were forced to watch as his hands slowly traveled along your skin. Cold fingers drifted up your ankles, yours legs, your thighs...he drew circles along your belly and breasts, smiling when you whimpered at his touch. Fingers trailed along the nape of your neck slowly as they...spelled something?

T-O-M-U-R-A.

His name...that was his name, wasn't it?

He was Tomura Shigaraki. Leader of the League of Villains. Killer. Monster. The smiling face on the news, flashing across the TV screen. The the latest headline in the paper, the villain that everyone was talking about...

The one who had stolen you.

The one with his hand around your throat.

You had never imagined seeing him in real life, off of the screen and the papers. But now you were looking right at him, right into his eyes. A twisted, too wide smile was stretched across Tomura's face as he looked down upon you. His red eyes were bright and gleaming, gazing into your own with a gleam of happiness...he did look happy, didn't he?

He was smiling, humming softly as his freezing fingers squeezed your throat. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest as you looked at him,

"You know..." He murmured, "I could kill you if I wanted to."

So, so happy...

"One, two, three, four...five...and then nothing! Nothing but dust!"

The very idea of such a thing seemed to overjoy him.

He laughed loudly, a deep cruel chuckle bursting out from his throat...all while your own throat was squeezed tighter and tighter by the very second. Left gasping desperately for breath, you could only look up at the villain and wondered if he was going to choke you or destroy you...if he was going to kill you...

"But that wouldn't be any fun, would it?" He whispered.

Leaning low, Tomura's red eyes burned brightly into yours as his cold, chapped lips coming far too close for comfort.

"No, no...I want to keep you."

Cold lips kissed your jaw softly, stealing a strangled whimper from you. Each breath was becoming harder to take, burning in your throat as Tomura continued his cruel game.

"I want to play with you."

One could only imagine the terrible, disgusting games he'd want to "play" with you. When he dragged you away from the other hostages and locked you in this room with him...when he had disintegrated your clothes piece by piece, leaving you shaking and naked...when he made you sob and shiver with terror...his cold, cold touch...

Was that all a game to him?

Did it make him happy?

Was your fear and pain exciting to him?

You felt his fingers twitch as Tomura's dry lips wandered over your face, kissing your skin over and over. Each kiss was colder then the last, a little prick of ice across your soft skin. Each kiss lead him closer and closer to your lips until...

Twisted red eyes glowed as Tomura's lips hovered above your own.

"I could kill you," he whispered hoarsely, "but I think I'll kiss you instead."

He did. Tomura's cold lips took yours in a harsh kiss, stealing with it the last of your breath. Under his crushing kiss and grasp, you choked and gasped...but he didn't care. After all, why would he? Tomura certainly knew that he had all the power in this situation, there was no denying it.

No escape.

No chance of running or fighting.

You both knew what his horrible hands could do to you if you so much as tried. The four fingers wrapped around your neck twitched as though he was thinking about it, the fifth still hovering high in the air. It was a threat, an unspoken one. You didn't dare try to ignore it.

There was nothing now...Nothing except the cruel cold, the darkness and the terror...and his hard kiss.

Nothing except for you and Tomura and the torture that awaited you.