#reader yandere

“But they shouldn’t be saying anything like that! Let me go show him not to disrespect Red Riot’s girl,” he steamed while you held onto his arm. Pulling him away from a restaurant was no easy task, especially when he was like this.

“Just leave it Eijiro. Let’s not have that ruin our night. I just want to continue with our date. Please,” you gave him a desperate pout and continued to tug on his arm. He hesitated to turn fully around to you but inevitably gave in.

“Fine, but you’ll have to do me a few favors when we get home,” he leaned in for a kiss that you reciprocated. You picked up on the saucy tone that he used and raised an eyebrow with a sly smirk.

“I think that I can arrange that,” you pecked his lips once more before gently taking his arm and leading him in the direction of your apartment.

“Kiri, stop teasing. I need you now,” you gasped in a breathless manner has he nipped at your neck. This was supposed to just be you two watching a movie before getting to the good bits. Until the light kisses and cuddling turned into heavy petting. Everyone knows that it only leads to trouble and seat wetting.

“Don’t worry babe, your manly boyfriend’s got ya,” he groaned out before he halted his gyrations against both of your clothed nether regions. You chuckled at his self proclaimed nickname.

After a good hour or two of going at it, you and your red prince laid so that he was the big spoon. You’d been in between being awake and asleep from Eijiro gently stroking your hair. Nothing could be heard except the light background noise of the almost quiet city and both of your breathing. Just as you were about to pass the threshold of sleep he decided to start a conversation.

“You know I’ve been thinking about something,” he mumbled into your hair. Too tired to properly reply you gave a low hum to show that you were listening. “I think it’s about time we move in together. It doesn’t necessarily have to be mine or your apartment. We can start something new and I’ll buy us a new one”.

“Eijiro, you know how I feel about that. I’m just not ready right now,” you flipped over to face him. His small, almost permanent smile, was replaced with a saddened frown. It almost made you feel guilty.

“Yeah I know but we’ve been together for almost two years now. I live here compared to my own apartment. We’re practically already living together. The only difference would be that we’re co-owning it,” he pouted further and nuzzled his cheek against your head. “Don’t you want more with me?”

“Look, can we talk about this in the morning? I’m really tired and have work in the morning,” You sighed and flipped back around, no longer facing him. You got no further reply and tried to slip back into a dreamless sleep.

“You wouldn’t have to work if you’d agree to marry me,” He mumbled before flipping back over as well.

It was about five months into your budding relationship where Kirishima first brought up the topic of marriage. He’d talked up his dream of a white picket fence with a few kids and a lovely home to go with it. However, you’d gotten a little freaked out when he hinted that you’d be the wife to go with this fantasy.

“…how many kids would you want to have?” He’d asked you while you explored the nearest amusement part. Only choosing to bring up the subject after seeing a nuclear family pass by who seemed to be enjoying themselves.

“Hmmm. Maybe at least three in the future. Maybe two boys and one girl. Grew up with only sisters so I know the nightmare that comes with them,” you both chuckled at that. Kirishima nodded in agreement and looked to be in a bit of a daydream.

“Yup, one little (y/n) and two Red Riots to protect her,” he drunkenly smiled not noticing how your eyes bulged a little.

It wasn’t that Kirishima didn’t seem like a loyal partner and provider. It was just that you two were both still young adults and the thought of being tied down so soon scared you. It made you feel trapped. Which is also why you preferred to stay in a rented apartment while in Japan. If anything serious were to arise, you could pack up and go home. An easy escape route.

Since then he’d sporadically bring up the topic of marriage and you officially living in this country with him. Away from your family and many of your childhood friends. Like clockwork, you’d change the subject and he’d throw a bit of a hissy fit for you not reciprocating his feelings. This did not take away from the fact that you truly cared for the man, you do, but he’s making it increasingly hard. The more he backed you into a corner, the more likely it was that you’d try to run.

The night went by with you two not facing each other while you slept. It was the sex beforehand that caused future issues. That night it seemed like you were stuck with your mind on lust. It was like you’d had fire in your veins that needed to somehow be satiated. The only way you could see to fix this was by getting lost in the heat of each other’s bodies. And Eijiro seemed to be all too willing to satisfy your needs for that night. You didn’t really look back on this event until about a month later when you’d started to feel ill.

A trip to the doctor’s office for your mild nausea and being continuously lethargic had given you a reason to look back. When the doctor announced that you were indeed pregnant it was like your world had come crashing down. You left the office in a panic and when you got home you could do nothing but curl into a ball on the couch and cry. You’d hoped to have kids when you got around the age of 30. Not when you were only just getting out of college. Not when you still wanted a few more years of freedom.

For that day you did nothing but cry and mope around the apartment. You’d silenced your phone a while ago, especially after Kirishima had repeatedly tried to contact you. He wouldn’t get off of work after sunset anyway. It gave you time to think about your next steps. All of your thoughts lead back to one course of action though. RUN.

He’s a hero, he couldn’t have you dragging him down at the most important part of his career. You didn’t want to be tied down or have others tied to you for reasons out of their control. As you packed some overnight bags and cash for a hotel you couldn’t help but let a few more tears slide down your face. You feel as though you can’t face him with what your next course of planning is.

Japan doesn’t offer abortions unless approved by officials or in cases of the inability to care for such a child. So the only other choice was to fly back home where they’re a bit more lenient and get the procedure done. In the end, you’d have to leave Kirishima behind. Something you knew had to be done to save both of your futures.

You jumped when there was a sudden pounding on your door. It was only around six o’clock right now. He shouldn’t have been off for at least three more hours. You quietly tiptoed your way away from your luggage and to the living room to look through your front door’s peephole. There he was, pounding on the door and looking stressed to all hell.

“(y/n), open the door! I know you’re in there! Why haven’t you been responding to my messages?” He yelled from the other side. You covered your mouth to hide the hiccups and sniffles coming from your mouth. But he seems to have still heard you. “(Y/n), are you crying?! Come on babe let me in! Please!” He sounded more desperate and started jiggling the door. If your neighbor wasn’t a drunk and at bars most of the time, he surely would’ve come out to see what was happening.

“Go away Kirishima! I don’t want you here!” You yelled through the door hoping to get him to leave. It went quiet for half of a second before one loud bang was heard on the other side.

“What do you mean babe? What are you trying to say? Open this door, we need to talk,” he growled. No doubt pressing his face as close to the door as close as possible. This was a tone you’d never heard come from him and in all seriousness, it scared you.

“No, it’s over! I don’t want to see you ever again. Please, just leave me alone!” You called one last time stepping away from the door. It was quiet yet again before he spoke up again.

“I’m giving you till the count of three. If you don’t open this door by the time I get to one, I’m kicking it in,” he threatened. Surely he wasn’t really going to. Not the sweet and docile Kirishima that I know.

“Three…” you stepped further from the door. “Two…” your breath stopped. “one!” He yelled before with one swift kick your door was thrown open. You yelped and flinched at the loud noise of the door hitting the wall. He stood in the entryway puffing from the stress of the situation. He wasted no time in entering the home and pushing the broken door so that it was semi-closed. You tried to escape back to your room before he grabbed you by the back of your shoulder and spinning you around. Tear reddened eyes met angry red orbs.

“Why did you try to keep me out babe? I try to get into contact with you all day, only to have you tell me that you don’t want to see me anymore. Only to have you refuse me love and affection,” His nails began to dig more into your shoulders. It looked like he was on the brink of his quirk activating.

“Please,” you paused and swallowed thickly. “Please just let me go. I want to leave,” you whimpered. He growled once more, glaring into your eyes. You’d thought his sharp teeth gave him a charming before, however, now all they did was fill you with dread.

“No, I’ll never let you leave me,” he pulled you closer to his body. Caging you in a smothering hug. “Now I want you to be honest with me. Or at this point, I don’t know what I’ll do. Who made you want to leave me? Who’s been filling your head with doubt about our love?” He tried to give you his usual encouraging grin but failed. His eyes were far too wide open and his mouth too crooked to properly give you comfort.

“No one Kirishima. I…I’m doing this on my own. I don’t want to be tied down and I can’t do that to you. Not with your reputation on the line. I just think…we should go our separate ways,” your eyes were downturned by the time you finished the shakey statement.

All was quiet for a few moments. Until you felt fingers under your chin coaxing you to look back up at him. His hold and smile both softened when you were able to look at him. You couldn’t help but think this is the real Kirishima. Not the lunatic who kicked in your door.

“You’re finally pregnant, aren’t you?”

Your blood went cold.

“Wh…What do you mean?” You questioned. Your body begins to shake without you meaning to.

“You’re pregnant. I knew it was only a matter of time,” he grinned again. “For a while, I thought those sedatives I gave you were making you infertile.” He began to give you small pecks on the face. Like it would comfort you somehow.

“Sedatives? What sedatives? Kirishima, I don’t understand,” yet again the quiver to your voice was present. In your mind, things began to click together. The nights were you were too tired to do anything with the hero, you’d still wake up sore down below. Though, not to the point where you’d suspect anything. You’d felt safe when you were with him, but now he’s your biggest nightmare. He shushes you and begins to explain a little bit more.

“I know you’re scared that I’ll stop loving you. That’s why you say you’re not ready to settle down. So I gave you a reason to. I won’t stop loving you and I hope you feel the same about me,” you feel him squeeze you a little harder at this. “But it never hurts to have something to cement that in a little”. More like trap you.

Your sobbing had started up again after he admitted to this his deeds. All you could do was think about how he’d planned all of this just to keep you right where he wanted you. How all that you’d wanted for the future would be taken for another’s selfish desires. The redhead continued to stroke your head, waiting for your little fit to come to an end. What was worse, was that you couldn’t do anything but sit there and take it. He’s a pro hero, and you were simply a civilian. He’s stronger and had more connections in Japan compared to you.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you decide if you want to get married before or after the baby comes. But I think the sooner the better.”

You ignored him, too caught up in your own demise.

“Come nine months and you’ll be used to all of this. Until then, let’s see about fitting a nice length chain in our new place.”

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At first, I was too shocked to think of anything. I just stood there, staring at the place where you had stood.

It wasn't until long after I heard your car start up and drive that I could even comprehend what I had just lost. What a fool I was.

I spent so long trying to find you. Moving states, changing your phone number. You even dyed your hair. And while it is a lovely color now, you should go back to your natural color now that I'm here.

Relax, my beloved. Look at me. There now, don't cry for me.

I know, I know. You're afraid that we'll fight again. And we probably will. We'll fight and scream, and I'll make you cry again.

But I'll never give up on us. We belong together, I know it. I know it like I know my own soul.

I'll be better this time, I promise. I'll listen to everything you have to say.

Please, come here my beloved. Let me hold you on our bed like I used to, with your head on my chest.