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Yandere BNHA Series

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This is just a bunch of story little stories that I have complied. 

Stories will usually range between 200-1000 words. 

It's very short. Apologies. 



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Chapter 2


You had been doing so well for the past couple of weeks. You packed all your stuff and moved out of Musutafu, Japan and moved five hours away to a more remote area. No one knew who you were and you settled down to becoming a teacher in the countryside.

You loved it. He wasn’t there to harass you. You ran. You packed and ran and you knew he was probably angry.

But now that two weeks have passed, it was likely he finally gave up on you. You were finally enjoying your freedom. At age 19, you were ready to explore the world without him constantly hovering over you.

Meeting him had been a mistake.

You thanked the lady, and grabbed your groceries. The remote area was filled more with quirkless people but that was alright with you. It was a good change of scenery away from the big city.

You placed down your groceries, digging your key. You opened your apartment door to a sea of thousands of roses. Dread filled your stomach because you knew it was from him—he had found you.

Something warm was breathing down on your neck and you whimpered as familiar arms wrapped around your waist. “I finally found you, (Name).”

“M-midoriya.” His grip tighten and you quickly corrected yourself to prevent the boy from getting angry. “I mean, I-Izuku.”

He kissed your neck, “I missed you. I missed you so much.”

You shivered, he definitely had gotten stronger in the past two weeks and perhaps even bigger. He tilted your head to the side and you met with his dark emerald green eyes. A gentle smile that you knew held sinister things, “Are you done playing hide and seek?” He closed the distance between you, placing a sweet kiss.

The sound of you two parting was oddly loud, your cheeks flushed as he licked his lips, “My apologies for not coming faster. Some villains came and I had to make sure that there was no harm that can get to you. Shall we head back tomorrow morning?”

You whimpered. Gently pressing at his chest. Of course, he wouldn’t budge. He grabbed your groceries and lifted you up with one arm, your feet dangling as he shut the door behind him with his feet.

Resigning to your fate, at least you lasted two weeks away from him.


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Chapter 3


You listened quietly. Making sure that he had closed the door and drove off. You remain seated until you were sure that there wasn’t a single noise on the other side of the room. You gently played with your shackles, listening to the soft click before the chain came off your feet. You tucked your bobby pin away. Your legs tremble. Fear eating you out but you needed to do this. Your legs struggled under your weight after being forcefully shackled to the bed for almost two weeks now. You pinched yourself and walked over to his closet and grabbed the first yellow shirt you could find.

Despite being a symbol of peace, the way he forcefully caged you in wasn’t so heroic and no one was going to listen to your stupid story—your best bet was just to run away and never be found again. Just run away and never look back. 

You slipped on his large yellow formal shirt, you were surprise to feel the shirt slip off. You sighed and your shaking hands trying to finish buttoning up the shirt. You weren’t going to bother with pants, just think of this as a dress. That would help. Plus, you didn't want to spend anymore time in this psychotic person's house. 

You pressed your ears against the door. You stayed there for a while and sure enough there wasn’t a single sound.

You internally cheered, grabbing your bobby pin and picking the tiny lock wedged between the handle. You struggled a little before you finally heard the click—this was it! Your freedom!

You opened the door, faltering when you were greeted with a thin figure. You rubbed your eyes to make sure you were seeing what you were actually seeing. 

Toshi!” You screamed, scrambling to him. His thin arms wrapped around you.

“What’s wrong, (Name)?”

You felt your eyes sting, rubbing them furiously. Relief flushing you now that you saw someone that could help you, “That All Might—he’s crazy!” You stressed out, voice cracking as your hands crumbled Toshinori's neatly pressed shirt. “H-he kidnapped me a-and chained me to the bed. Toshi, you have to help me out of here…Away from him.”

Toshinori rubbed your head affectionately, kissing the crown of head as he wrapped his arms around you. You twitched when Toshinori suddenly didn’t feel so lanky anymore but rather muscular. You pressed on what was supposed to be a lean chest was now a barrel of muscles. You flinched as the grip on your forearm tighten. 

“T-toshi?” You looked up, your face fell apart, fear creeping up as Toshinori disappeared and was replaced by your worst nightmare. Your voice cracked, “Y-you’re A-all might?!”

You smack his chest, trying to scramble away from the number one hero. You let out a pained cry when his grip tighten and you were sure that if he placed a little more pressure, your bones would break. His smile seem have grown even more sinister if possible.

"Never fear (Name), for I am here." He easily lifted you up. You winched as he spoke close to your ears. 

You whimpered. The only thing you feared was him and surely there was no symbol of peace that would come and rescue you. 


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Chapter 4

It’s eerily quiet and you don’t like it one bit. The only noise only seems to come from your erratic breathing, in and out—trying to keep yourself warm as you fuddled into a ball. Your only saving grace was the large white button up shirt that he had allowed you to wear on a daily basis.

You’re not exactly sure how long you’ve been inside your bedroom. Todoroki had turned your bedroom into an ice festival when he had heard you call out a name that wasn’t his. He locked you inside the freezing room with nothing but a thin button up shirt.

You shivered, quietly keeping to yourself, but you could feel yourself slowly losing it.

“Shouto…” You cried out softly, lips cracking open but you didn’t even flinch away from the taste of iron in your mouth. You just wanted to get out of here. You wanted to be somewhere warm.

The door clicked open, the cold air rushing out. Your chest tighten, getting up to your wobbly feet. You barely felt anything anymore. Your pale purpling legs staggered to the taller boy.

The chain on your right feet scrap against the ice floor, and you clung onto his uniform.  Just like that he appeared, just like that, your hero appeared, “What is it (Y/N)?”

You whimpered, lifting your near frozen arms towards him and he bend down to allow you to wrap your arms around his neck. You willingly kissed his neck, peppering his pale neck with affection, “I’m cold. Please…”

Todoroki hummed, a sinister gentle smile on his face, his right side fuming to warm you up, “Of course. Anything for you. Promise me you won’t let anyone’s name slip off of your mouth?”

“O-of course,” You buried your face into the crook of his neck, enjoying the burst of warmth. “I-I’m s-sorry, Shouto…it won’t happen again.”

Shouto hummed, his large hands snaking through your white button up shirt. You released a content sigh as warmth through your freezing skin.

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Chapter 5

As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted it but you could only stay sane for so long as being held against your will by your own fucking boyfriend. You are pretty sure that he isn’t your boyfriend anyways but he had ingrained it into your head that you never broke up with him prior to him locking you inside his apartment.

He seem extremely content with fucking locking you inside while he was going around joining ‘find (L/N) (F/N)’ parties. It was stupid and you knew what he was doing and he wasn’t dumb. There was no way anyone would make that connection. No way would anyone believe that Bakugou Katsuki, the boyfriend of (L/N) (F/N) would do such a horrendous thing. No. Not the number 2 hero.

His nose flared and you flinched, stepping back until you hit the wall preventing you from escaping from the taller boy.

“Say that one more time and I’ll make sure you can never walk again.”

You whimpered. You knew it wasn’t an empty threat. He’s done it before when he caught you escaping in the middle of the night. He broke your right leg, snapping it without as much as a care but you knew he snapped it properly. You knew because you were part of the medic team. It took months to heal, to properly heal so that you weren’t limping around the house anymore. He stepped closer, his voice uncharacteristically low but dangerous, “This time, I’ll break both of them.”

You gritted your teeth. Fuck. There really wasn’t any way out of this.

Large hands wrapped around your thin neck, feeling your breath hitched as he continued to speak. Your mind racing that just one move could easily trigger him. He whispered lowly into your ears, “I could fucking kill you right now, you know that right?”

You paled, shivering when his hand tighten around your neck. Bakugou laughed, enjoying the dreadful look on your face. He pulled you towards the couch and wrapped you into a tight hug, peppering little kisses all over your neck.

Fuck. Chewing on your lips, you tried to think of a way. Any way to get the fuck out of here.

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Chapter 6


You were just assigned to him because your teacher recommended you to him. You have heard about him—he was part of the BIG 3 during Midoriya-senpai’s first year in U.A. You only heard good things about him.

So, you were a little surprise to see that he had accepted you into his agency. He was as phenomenal as everyone says. He had incredible strength and a heroic mindset.

But there was something a little weird about him. You didn’t find out until a just a little over five months over your internship and four months into your relationship with the older boy. Mirio had asked you out and you didn’t feel much with the older boy nonetheless you accepted.

It started with little touches on your shoulders—you didn’t think much of it since you were boyfriend and girlfriend. Skinship was a normal part of any relationships. He was simply pulling you out of danger and sending you affection.

But, then his touches seem to linger even more.

You simply brush it off as him being a little clingy with you. Since he also did the same with his other close friends. Then his touches got lower and lower and lower until he began to naturally rest his hands around your waist. Tugging you away from reporters when they got too close to you.

You tried escaping once. He scolded you. You weren’t even sure why you got scolded that day but you knew for sure that you didn’t want him to get mad at you after that.

“(Y/N)-chan?” Your friend called out, pausing in the middle of her sentence. You stared at her and she cocked her head to the side. “I think he’s here for you.”

That was another thing about Mirio-senpai, he was constantly hovering you like one move you make would just bring nothing but trouble. Or like he was watching your moves 24/7.

You sighed, giving your friend a straining smile. “I’ll see you later?” You weren’t even sure if you were going to see her later but at least you could hope. It was starting to become suffocating. You weren't sure how to break this to him.

“(Y/N)!” Mirio called out, beaming his usual smile. “How was your patrol?”

“It was great, senpai. How was your meeting?”

Mirio was about to answer before a reporter shoved his camera in front of you two. The black haired reporter throwing questions, “Are you two dating?! How does it feel to be dating a pro hero?!”

Your cheeks flushed. Mirio crashed the camera in his hands, and gave the reporter a chilling smile. “I thought I told you to stay away from (Y/N)?”

The reporter stumbled back, stuttering out an apology before he was gone. You stared at him with disbelief and looked at your senpai. “Mirio-senpai?”

He grinned down at you, “I know you want to keep our relationship a secret but I think it’s best we let people know so that they don’t touch what’s mine.”

“Err…I don’t think now is the right time, senpai.”

“Shhhh.” He pressed his fingers on your lips and tugged you by the waist. “I want to tell the world that I love you until my throat bleeds.”

Your breath hitched, trying to pull away from his tight grip on your waist—Perhaps trying to break up with him would be like a death sentence for you. 

For now, you were just going to grit through your internship and just leave the country. It wasn't like he would be able to find you...right?

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Chapter 7

You honestly didn’t think Uraraka would get any cuter but she did. You had met Uraraka by accident when you bump into the girl on your way out of the bathroom.

Her quirk activated and you found yourself floating. Her cute little round face looked horrified when you found yourself attached to the ceiling.

Needless to say, she was overwhelmingly sorry. You had brushed it off. You were in the general studies and you were used to your classmates’ uncontrollable quirk and the worst part was that many of your classmates were rowdy so there really wasn’t a day where you didn’t come out without a quirk accident.

Uraraka came to your classroom the next day, brought you food as an apology and you really hit it off with her. Then she came the next, and then the following day. You were a little worried that she would become isolated if she hung out with you too much since she was in the hero class.

When you brought up your concern, she brushed it off and fed you another one of her home cooked meal. You never brought it up again.





You guys continued being friends for the last couple of years you had left at U.A High. You graduated at the top of your general education class and Uraraka also became a pro hero. You both promised to move in together.

Found a little apartment in the middle of downtown—it was a bit expensive but worth it since you could literally just take a five minute walk to your workplace.

You and Uraraka slept in the same room. It didn’t bug you as much but there were times where you found yourself unable to break out of her hold when you needed to use the bathroom. Or other times, Uraraka would make you cancel your lunch with your co-workers because she wanted to spend her lunch with you.

It starts out cute and because Uraraka is cute, you often did as she wanted. She demanded your attention often and you easily gave it to her but she never became too overbearing so you brushed off as nothing even when your co-workers brought it up. 

They were probably just jealous that you were best friends with Uravity. Or maybe they were jealous by the amount of kisses you got from your best friend. You weren't sure when this whole platonic kisses started. You tried to stop it but Uraraka looked so disappointed that you finally accepted it as part of your daily life. Morning kisses, and good night kisses. Even a little sneaky kisses during your lunch out with Uraraka. You were pretty sure that the minimum amount of kisses per day was five.




“You’re being too friendly with them, (Name),” Uraraka comments, her eyes darkening when the barista took a little too long to pass you your drink.

You giggled, hugging your best friend, “Is my little Ochaco jealous?”

She gave you a fake smile.




Ever since your little comment, things haven’t been the same. You were growing utterly frustrated with everything. First, work was being exceeding overwhelming, then Uraraka keeps visiting you every day during lunch—you’d think that she wasn’t even a pro Hero. She visited you every single day at work and became increasingly more demanding and erotic with her kisses. One time, she shoved her tongue into your mouth and French kissed you for a solid minute leavingyou breathless. You squirmed, gently pushing your best friend. You felt a dreadful shiver run up your spine when you parted from Uraraka's lips. The loud obscene sound of you two breaking your kiss was oddly erotic combined with the string of saliva connecting both your mouths. She looked satisfied, pecked your swollen lips that she had ravished your lips.

Your swollen lips obviously didn't go unnoticed by your co-workers. Much to your embarrassment. Then it gets progressively even worse.

The boiling point was when you saw that most of your outfits were gone—your favourite black dress, your comfy jeans and most of all your fuckin’ shoes all mysteriously vanished so you couldn’t even step outside the house. You growled when you saw your broken phone in the garbage bin.

“Ochaco?” You finally called out to your best friend, brushing your hair back in frustration, “Did someone rob us?”

Uraraka stumbled out of the bed, pulling you into a hug, mumbling into your neck “You’re not allowed to see them anymore.”

“W-what? Not allowed to see who?” You squeaked, trying to remove the pro Hero’s hold on you "I have to go to work, Ochaco!"

Uraraka easily pulled you into your shared bed, locking you into place by tangling your feet together. “I told your workplace that you quit.”

“W-why would you do that?!”

“So, I can have access to you at all time.” Uraraka seriously answered, kissing you on the cheeks and covering you both with the blanket. She buried her face into your neck.

You shivered, feeling her hot breath on your neck, the colour of your face being drained—what the fuck just happened? Where the fuck was the sweet little Uraraka you once knew?



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Chapter 8



You twitched, turning around but there was no one there. You shook your head, you were probably just feeling paranoid after the continuous attacks from villains. You continued your walk to your apartment but the feeling didn’t stop.

You scowled, rapidly turning around and throwing your fist—

Woah there!” A flutter voice called out.

You blinked your eyes, seeing feathers fluttering around you. You stared at your ex-boyfriend, and growled “Takami…”

“Aww babe, did I get downgraded from Keigo to Takami now?” He lifted his visor up, giving you a naughty grin.

“For fuck’s sake. Get over your head, Takami-san. We’re not in school anymore and I am not your girlfriend anymore. We broke up already.” You scoffed, turning around to head back before your husband comes home.

“(Y/N).” A shiver ran up your spine and you gritted your teeth, glancing over to see his playful expression turned serious. 

“Takami-san. No. I have to get home and cook for my husband.”

He smiled and you didn’t like that one bit. He stepped closer to you and dropped something. Your mouth open to let out a screech but he wrapped a large hand over your mouth.

Tears gathered around your eyes, your sobs muted by his gloved hand, your eyes blurred, seeing your fucking husband’s head rolling on the ground.

“I thought I told you I don’t like people being around you?” He purred, and you dropped your groceries.

Dread filled you.

“I heard you’re pregnant with that bastard’s child. But don’t worry, I’ll provide for you both,” He kissed your cheeks. This guy was crazy—bloody insane. “So, you don’t have to worry anymore.”

“Y-you sick bastard! W-why can't you just find someone else?!” You screamed, tears rolling down your face.

He gripped you by the chin, shoving you against the wall and your shoulders throbbed. “I only want you, (Y/N). If you leave me again, this time I won’t hesitate to kill that baby inside of you, (Y/N). Either you come with me or I’ll force you.”

You gritted your teeth. You knew that if you tried to escape, there was no guaranteeing the safety for your unborn child.

“Don’t make me hurt you.” Takami cooed, his wings expanding as you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

You could only hope that he kept his promise to not kill your unborn child.

Bile raised in your throat as Takami took off, his hands gripping your thighs too hard.