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Diffidence: Yan. Amajiki Tamaki x Reader

a/n: we have some reverse comfort for you hungry, hungry fans

cw: obsessive behaviour, clingy, paranoia, toxic behaviours

Amajiki noticed that they were pulling away the moment they slinked off to their dorm alone. Amajiki had wanted to go with them, although they hinted at wanting some alone time. That scared him- more than he wanted to admit. The insecurities began to grow and fester, picking and eating at him. 

Were they tired of his suffocating presence? He was around them every second he could- even texting them when they couldn't be physically together. Or was he not good enough for them anymore? Amajiki potentially disappointing or upsetting them was particularly distressing to him. Was he too much or too annoying? Too boring? Did they hate him?! Each panicked thought sent him further down into a frenzy. The idea of them hating him or wanting to cast him aside- hurt him. 

He didn't want them to leave- he wanted them to stay with him- to always be with him. Amajiki couldn't be without them- he wouldn't survive! He didn't want them to distance themselves. He didn't want them to hate him.

Nausea and pain in his stomach grew with his distress, tears threatening to drip down past his glossy eyes. Amajiki was trembling, clinging to a wall as he desperately thought for an answer. A solution that'd make both parties happy.

Tōgata had always said that communication was crucial for any kind of relationship. Amajiki had full-heartedly agreed, although it was challenging to communicate. Voicing his feelings and wants was terrifying. He didn't want to upset them- that might make them hate him! He doesn't want that, but he had to. What choice did he have?

Amajiki knew where they were: In their dorm studying for an upcoming test. He felt guilty for disrupting them, slowly making his way toward their dorm. But it meant he could see them again- so the excitement quickly overtook any of his emotions.

It was a short walk, as his dorm was near theirs. With them in his life now, he didn't know what to do. Besides his usual duties, of course, he was almost always seen clinging to them. He was desperate for their attention, a drop, a sliver. He would take anything at that point.

Amajiki wanted to cry, feeling pathetic for clawing at their door like this. It was only reaffirming his insecurities. And he did- he began to cry as he softly knocked on the door. What if they laugh at him? Shut the door in his face? The shame and humiliation bubbled up, and he began shaking, trying to keep his breathing under control. God, he couldn't do this-

The door opened. Passive eyes shifted to one of concern, quickly ushering Amajiki inside. No one else was in the room, books sprawled across their desk. But he didn't pay much attention to that. Their soft words instructing him to breathe and wiping the tears away with a tissue. It was then that Amajiki remembered just how kind they were. He fell in love with them all over again, although his tender feelings tapered away into a frenzy of panic when they asked him what was wrong.

At the sight of his tears and the hitch of his breath, they quickly reassured Amajiki that they didn't need to talk about it if he didn't want to. They could provide a pencil and paper if they couldn't voice it out, alternatively. He thought for a moment before deciding to just make grabby hands at them. An impromptu cuddle session was always granted when he was upset- something that he enjoyed thoroughly. 

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Green: Yan. Monoma Neito x Reader

a/n: i love my blond bitch /affectionate

cw: toxic behaviours, self harm, jealousy, possessiveness, manipulation.

It infuriated him. Knowing his darling, his possession, was with someone else. It ate him up inside, destroying what little patience he had left. He couldn't stand it. Monoma watched with a clenched fist around his fork. They were with her again- they always were! He couldn't get a single drop of attention these days. Left on read, ignored to hang out with that damned whore.

They were acting as though they were blissfully unaware of his feelings! Were they even thinking of him?? Ignoring him to sit a few tables down with her. They smiled, they laughed- He was the only one who should be able to do that! He missed her so much- it hurt. The sight of them together made his blood boil.

He wanted- no needed, them to come back. Monoma couldn't stand this- it was so wrong, so twistedly disgusting. The blond felt sick, desperate for their attention. He would kill himself if it meant his corpse could spend time with them- like good old times.

Monoma was stuck on the outside, a wedge driven between him and his darling. He had to do something. Anything to get them to choose him over her. His thoughts quickly spiraled out of control, a fleeting thought of killing that whore. That'd solve the problem. Tying them down and dumping bug after bug down their throat- pouring water into their mouth to force them to swallow the live insects. It'd show her how much he was suffering without his love- how angry he was.

Monoma had the urge to wrap his hands around the neck of his beloved and squeeze. He wanted to hold that pressure until they didn't pay attention to anyone anymore. Until they were limp and lifeless. But he quickly shook those thoughts away- no. No, his darling was much too precious. He loved them. He couldn't kill them.

It's too risky to kill anyone. The voice of reason came back. Monoma would get caught. It dwindled down- all rationale leaving. A flare of jealousy and possessiveness spiked upwards. That damned whore placed her filthy hands on his property. She laughed obnoxiously, trying to be cute. He wanted to vomit.

The rest of the day went by too slowly for Monoma. Most of it was spent much too quiet for his classmates' standards, although he couldn't help but be in a horrid mood. He plotted, thinking of ways to lure his darling back to him. And at the end of the day, he finally figured out what he had to do.

The pictures of his once pristine and milky thighs- now lined with superficial cuts- got his darling running back quickly. Monoma almost forgot to put up the distraught act, latching onto them. The crocodile tears were just that- insincere. Although, he could cry from joy. Monoma was finally the center of their attention again!

He had felt so utterly alone, so angry and tortured without their presence. And now they were reunited! The tears in their eyes, the concern and worry- he almost got drunk off of it. Monoma spilled all of his artificial reasons, letting it slip that he had felt so alone and abandoned. 

Monoma didn't have to convince his darling to stay with him that night. He cuddled right up to them with a grin. That whore wasn't a problem anymore.

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Secrets: Yan. Midoriya Izuku x Reader

a/n: i’m dumping all of this gradually, hopefully i get through them all and manage to write some more. not specifically for bnha, maybe for other fandoms.

cw: stalking, obsessive behaviour, delusions, suggestive content.

The man found it peaceful, relaxing even; sitting outside their apartment window. He yearned to be closer. To be enveloped by their holy being. All he could do was observe. Watch them move about in their sanctuary. It made his heart clench with a hammering thud. They were such a tease— leaving nothing to the imagination. They had come from their bathroom, fresh out of the shower. They always loved to tease him- leaving nothing for Midoriya to imagine as they changed in their room. He didn’t hesitate to take photos, with the intention of adding them to his collection. He only hated that he couldn’t touch them. Oh, but this was more than enough for him! He couldn’t get greedy- as much as he craved to.

His eyes trailed across their body, soaking in their presence. They were absolutely divine! Everything about them was perfect: and although he didn’t deserve them- no one did- they loved him. They picked him! Midoriya squirmed in his spot, leaning forward ever so slightly. They were so kind and considerate- so beautiful in every way.

He could only wish to watch the water cascade down their body, their hands dragging up and down their body. The thought of himself in the shower with them, with the opportunity to see their gorgeous figure for himself. Taking away the burden of washing themselves. But he took what they gave him. Midoriya chastised himself: Oh- they were so gracious and charitable. He was being bratty, wanting more and more from them. But he couldn’t help it. He craved their touch, their love. Midoriya held himself back- this was their little secret, after all. How mad would they be if he gave it all away? He didn’t want them angry with him.

Midoriya wondered how long they were going to play this game. Leaving out items for him- keepsakes, gifts! Wearing those shorts to show off their delicious thighs for him and all the other filth to see. (It had made him jealous, but he knew they were doing it on purpose. Such a sneak.) The way they tucked their hair behind their ear, coaxing him to just run his fingers through their hair even when they both knew he couldn’t. Their small acts of service and secret messages made his chest explode with euphoria. They love him. No matter how many times they showed him, he couldn’t believe it. 

He loves them, and they loves him. A lovesick smile plastered over Midoriya’s face as he slowly cracked the window open. He didn’t deserve them. They were so thoughtful! Leaving the window unlocked for him to come in. He was quiet as a mouse, careful not to wake his beloved up. Midoriya didn’t want to alert their family members! No, no, that’d give away their little secret. It gave him a rush of adrenaline, the feeling of taboo. It was naughty- sneaking into their room. They were so sweet, so caring… So pretty… Midoriya thought as he stopped at their bedside.

They looked so peaceful while sleeping. Midoriya fought the urge to curl up next to them, although he allowed his hand to reach out to tuck a piece of hair behind their ear. He pulled out his camera, careful to not wake his beloved. It wasn’t often they left her window unlocked, so he savoured any chance he had. Midoriya took a plethora of photos before beginning to explore their room. He knew where everything was- it wasn’t the first time he’s gone into their room!

Midoriya treated it like a museum, looking around and soaking in everything. He didn’t mind the slight mess- it allowed him to sneak something without much detection. This time it was a hair tie- he had a few on his shrine back home. The small pieces of hair knotted into it made his heart skip. He’d wear this one instead of the others- this one was different from the others. Their hair was on it! The green-haired male headed towards their dresser, slowly pulling out a drawer. Midoriya smiled, scanning the contents before plucking out a shirt. He shut it, glancing back towards his darling. They were still fast asleep, unaware of his actions overflowing with greed. Oh, but they wouldn’t mind it! Midoriya pulled the shirt up to his face, inhaling their scent before shakily exhaling. A shiver shot down his spine, his shoulders trembling. It was intoxicating.

He had another shirt of theirs hung up for his shrine. Midoriya used to have it as a pillowcase, but as their smell faded, he decided to keep it and add it to his growing appreciation station. He knew he had to leave soon- he had to sleep and start his day. Midoriya didn’t want to neglect his health, not when he had the goal of becoming the Number One Hero to protect his darling! He crept out the window, planning on finishing his entry when he got home. 

Perhaps one day, it won’t be a secret.

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Addict. Yan Todoroki Shoto x Reader

a/n: if you’ve seen this post before, no you didn’t. (my life’s been a total trainwreck, okay? mental health went down the drain, deleted account, but now i’m back.)

cw: toxic relationships and behaviours, obsessive and possessiveness, clingy behaviour.

It had been a few days since Todoroki had seen them last. Of course, the two were still speaking- but with his internship, Todoroki had gotten busy. Sparse messages in between breaks, with little to no time to engage in deep and meaningful conversations.

Todoroki couldn't handle being thrown into the deep end. He missed his darling, craving their touch. Suddenly going from hourly texting, calling, and physically being in their presence to nothing. At first, Todoroki was glued to his phone, waiting for a specific notification sound to go off. The need to hold them in his arms grew with intensity until it was all he could think about. How were they fairing? What were they doing right now? Were they thinking of him?

He had to put his phone away when his father had threatened to take it away. Hiding his panic and growing disdain for his father. How dare he threaten to take away his only mode of communication? Todoroki didn't rest on it, clamming up and focusing on his duties. He could spare a few messages to his beloved, wishing them goodnight, greeting them in the morning. There were rare instances where Todoroki could message them during the day.

The dual-haired boy wanted this entire internship to be over and done with. He felt as if he was going through withdrawals! Perhaps he was addicted to them. Todoroki couldn't sleep much, and when he did, it wasn't good sleep. Anxious thoughts bubbled up in his mind, worrying about them. Were they okay? Did they get hurt? He wouldn't be there to protect them if he were here. 

Todoroki got irritable easier, giving his father the cold shoulder. It wasn't anything new, although it was particularly harsh. He craved holding them in his arms, being in their company once more. It ate at him, building up and plaguing his mind. At times, it was the only thing he could think about. It certainly got in the way of interning, asking his father to repeat things and missing cues.

When he fought the Hero Killer, he had sent a message to his darling explaining what had happened. Todoroki would be lying if he said he didn't like the attention he received afterwards. They had rushed to the hospital, near tears. It almost broke his heart, seeing that expression on their face. That he caused it. On the flip side, they cared about him and were worried sick about him. He knew because they told him as much.

Their hugs were always warm, their embrace soft. Even as their body shook with sobs, babbling about how Todoroki isn't allowed to do that ever again. The hug wasn't broken for a while, the two staying in that position until the other calmed down. Todoroki could've sworn he was in heaven. His heart hammered against his chest as if it were trying to get out of his ribcage. They cared about him, worried for him. He was addicted to them, in the purest way. Akin to a drug addict, he'd be selfish. He'd hold them close and never let go. He'll never share- he won't let anyone see them.

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