Mattheo riddle with a reader who has a scar like harry's, that burns whenever voldemort is near.
Mattheo riddle who would frown knowing you felt pain in that very same scar whenever he touched you.
Mattheo who, upon learning your boggart resembles his father, isolates himself from you, feeling more and more like he's to blame for your pain.
Mattheo who you had to convince you weren't afraid of. In fact it was he who was frightened by your kind and gentle nature, despite the monstrous blood coursing through his veins.
Mattheo who hestitantly kissed you at the yule ball, backing away when he felt you tense. "It's your scar again... isn't it?"
and his sad eyes softened when you palmed his cheek and reattached your lips, not caring at all about some insignificant burning scar.
Mattheo who would softly, like he was afraid of hurting you, place his lips gently on your scar as the two of you lay with tangled limbs in your warm sheets.
PLEASE MORE BAKUSQUAD X CLASSMATE READER I LOVED IT SO SO SK MUCH
sure thing!
soft yandere bakusquad x fem! classmate! reader
this is a continuation of part one, !!
summary: ever since the bakusquad took a liking to you, you've become an important member of their friendgroup. unfortunately they're not too fond of how much attention your sweet little self is attracting from other students, nor the possible dangers this school might expose you to.
warning: mentions of animal death(not at the hands of any character) , manipulation, general toxic yandere behaviour. y/n cries.
i wrote this at 2 am so there might be a few mistakes
the class dynamic in 1a had been weird lately, to say the least.
the question surrounding how much you actually wanted to be a part of your current friend group had created quite the conflict.
any time another member of the class would interact with you, you'd be pulled to the side for a very urgent matter, which required your attention immediately.
like the time momo had asked if you wanted to study with her after school, and bakugou immediately showed up at your side, sending her the coldest eyes he could muster up and gently pulled you closer to him.
"actually y/n said she would watch me train today. you know how she is, breaking a promise is the last thing she'd ever do."
you had no recollection of ever making a promise like that, and yet you just nodded your head softly. in case you actually had made plans with him, you didn't want to seem like a bad friend by forgetting.
this earned a smirk from bakugou at your oblivious compliance.
that is, until you reassured momo that you were free tomorrow and the two of you could study in your room.
another example is that time in the cafeteria when the members of the bakusquad were all sitting at their usual table waiting for you.
they'd encouraged you to stop masking your presence when outside of combat, not realising people would obviously start to question why the prettiest girl they'd ever seen was suddenly walking around school.
that day you were headed towards your table, lunch tray in hand, when monoma jumped in front of you, nearly causing you to fall backwards from the shock, if it hadn't been for shinso catching you.
"easy there sweetheart." the blonde laughs, pushing his golden locks back. "you look familiar, but i don't think i've seen you around campus before... are you a transfer student, or just the girl of my dreams?"
you stood there dumbfounded, trapped between the two male students blocking your path.
“excuse me-”
shinso took the tray out of your hands and softly nudged you towards an empty table, preventing you from any sort of protest.
catching sight of this, kirishima notified his friends of the current situation, pointing over towards you and the two other students.
“ugh sorry about him…” shinso sighs apologetically. “we’re just curious about you. are… you a new a student?”
you sigh in defeat.
“i’m not. my name is y/n l/n and i’ve been in class 1-a since the school year started. we already met at the entrance exam.”
monoma studies your features with a blank stare until he suddenly gasps, smashing his hands on the table and standing up with intense force.
“you’re that girl from the entrance exam! i looked for you all over the first couple of weeks!” he exclaims, attracting the attention of a few students around you. “shinso this is who i told you about! the girl that single handedly took out three robots! everyone just thought they malfunctioned and self destructed since no one saw you do it, except me of course!”
the people listening in on the conversation gasp in shock. the mystery of three self destructing robots had caused quite the stir up in the beginning of the school year. meanwhile everyone had called monoma mad for saying he saw the person responsible for taking them out.
“i’m not crazy! no one believed me but now you’re here!” he brawls, reaching out to pull you into a hug, until a hand firmly grips his shoulder.
“beat it monoma. cant you see she’s dying to get away from you.” denki mutters coldly, his eyes filled with plain hatred.
shinso stands in front of you, taking notice of the obvious tension thats just begging to unfold.
“oh yeah, and who are you to talk?” the blonde says, harshly shoving the hand off his shoulder and turning around to face his schoolmate.
“i happen to be her boyfr- best friend…” denki mutters, standing his ground. “come on y/n, the others are waiting for you.”
he reaches his hand out for you to grab it. shinso looks at its skeptically, still standing in front of you protectively, until you gently pay his shoulder, letting him know it’s alright.
“see you around.” you smile innocently, giving the two a wave before taking denkis hand.
as the boy drags you away, the two friends stand there pondering about the situation.
“i don’t know about you, but somethings off about that group.” shinso states, eyes never leaving your petite form as you sit down with your “friends”
-
“oh y/n i’m so sorry we weren’t there! did they say anything to upset you? i swear if that monoma guy laid a single finger on you i’ll-“ you grab minas hands softly, giving it a little squeeze before smiling kindly.
“it’s okay, they just wanted to know who i was since i looked familiar to them.” you say, going to grab a bite of your pasta salad.
“well yeah, you go to school together.” bakugou huffs, kicking his chair out so he’s sitting more leaned back.
“well i did conceal my presence up until a week ago, so it’s normal for people to start asking questions.” you say, looking up at the angry blonde with those innocent doe eyes of yours. cheeks slightly puffed as you chew your food.
bakugou coyly looks away, putting a hand on his face to cover the heat rising to his cheeks at your cute appearance.
“i just don’t like the thought of people coming up to bother you all the time. that’s it.” he states, looking away angrily.
you just laugh at his stubborn behavior and continue eating your food, occasionally accepting a bite of the others lunch.
“why do you have to be so sweet and perfect? it’d be way easier if you just acted cold towards everyone that’s not us.” kirishima pouts, grabbing a napkin to wipe your face of any crumbs.
“it’s no bother. i don’t mind answering peoples questions.”
“well i do..”
-
since the weekend had finally come around, aizawa had given everyone permission to sleep wherever they wanted as a special treat for doing well on this weeks tests.
of course bakugou had given you no other option than to sleep in his room, and obviously the rest of the group had insisted on joining despite bakugou fighting for his life to deny them access.
but when sero told you he’d feel left out if he couldn’t join sweet little you just had to mention to bakugou that it’d be fun, and you really needed a sleepover with all your best friends.
mina helped you pick out some cute pajamas, and upon entering your blonde neighbors room the boys of the group looked at you with such fondness in their eyes.
“you look so cute oh my god…” kirishima practically burst, wanting to pick you up and stuff you in his pocket.
sero just pulled you onto his lap, insisting him and denki braid your hair.
“what movie should we watch?” mina asks, returning from the kitchen with two bowls of freshly made popcorn.
bakugou turned to look at you with a smirk. “how about a horror movie? pet massacre 2 just came out.”
“ugh is that the one lame movie about that guy getting off on killing peoples pets? it’s just plain bad.” mina complains, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
“hey, my room, my pick.” the blonde responds, reaching for the remote.
“you don’t mind, right y/n? it’s been on my watch list for a really long time.”
the others share a look of understanding, finally catching onto just what’s going on here. they all turn to you with expectant looks.
“uhm.. i don’t mind.” you smile, knowing very well that this could end really bad for you. but who knows, maybe the movies so lame that you won’t mind.
-
only 20 minutes in and you’re already shaking. so far two puppies, a turtle, and a group of ducks have been brutally murdered.
the special effects are horrible and none of the deaths are actually realistic, but the thought alone is enough to make you upset.
bakugous only thought process is that you’re practically clinging onto him already. he knows for sure that the next jump scare will have you flying into his arms.
but to his surprise, as he looks down to see your reaction, he’s shocked to see your wet eyes and rosy cheeks. the way you bite your lip to hold yourself back is heartbreaking.
he doesn’t even hesitate to turn off the movie.
“hey it was just getting interesting!” sero complains, meanwhile mina mumbles something about almost falling asleep at how lame it was.
at both yours and bakugous silence, the group looks to you with curiosity.
he’s holding you in his big arms, rubbing comforting circles on your back as you sniffle softly into his broad chest.
“hey what… what happened..?” denki asks, him and kirishima coming closer to get a good luck at you, meanwhile mina and sero start scanning you for any injuries.
“i’m sorry it’s so dumb i just… i know it’s just a stupid movie but i- whenever animals are involved it just-“ you gasp for air softly in between your sentences. placing your forehead on bakugous shoulder as he hugs you smugly. with you finding a great deal of comfort in his broad build.
“oh y/n it’s not dumb..” kirishima whispers, coming around to the other side of bakugou to meet your eyes. feeling his heart break a little at your helplessly sad expression. “you should just tell us when something upsets you.”
“but.. you- all wanted to watch the movie.” you sniffle, ashamed at how vulnerable and pathetic you must look right now.
“y/n this might be the worst movie i’ve ever seen. you’re a saviour for putting an end to this torture.” mina encourages, handing you a glass of water as you lift your head from bakugous shoulder.
speaking of bakugou. although his expression is stern on the outside, internally he is over the moon at the close contact he’s getting right now. you’ve never been this vulnerable with him before, and it warms something inside of him.
unfortunately you get up from your position, removing his arms from around you despite the much needed comfort they provided.
“thanks.. i’m gonna go the bathroom real quick so um… you can keep watching if you want.” you say, walking out the door without a second word.
the group sits still for a while before kirishima breaks the silence.
“did you do that on purpose?” he asks, the question directed at bakugou.
“well- not exactly. i was hoping it would scare her, not… make her cry.” he sighs, putting his face in his palms.
“it’s not your fault. now we just know how sensitive she really is. maybe we can learn something from this!” mina states, patting bakugous back softly.
“poor y/n.. you can tell she felt bad about crying in front of us.” sero sighs, looking at the door with a longing expression.
“it’s probably because of her damn parents. i’ve noticed it before but she never wants us to worry about her.” kirishima states, recalling the few details you’ve given about your childhood.
“she’s so.. fragile. someone like her shouldn’t ever be exposed to the world the way a hero is. she’ll get torn apart.” bakugou commented, suddenly feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over him.
they sit in silence for a while, all thinking the same thing and pondering about just how serious this is about to get.
“you gotta admit…” denki speaks up, breaking the silence.
man im on platonic dad sero brainrot. like i imagine sero would be like a doting dad towards his gn child anyway but as a yandere it would just be like <33
i love this! :0 i wasn’t sure if you wanted a child or teenage reader so i did a mix of both! i hope that’s ok!
platonic! father! yandere sero x gender neutral reader!
you were always spoiled outrageously by your doting father. he made it his mission to see you smile at least 56 times every day. and you did for the most part since he showered you with gifts, compliments, coos of affection and soft cuddles.
he just loved the way you ran to him when he came home from work. you had a smile that somehow managed to cheer him up even on his most stressful days. he loved it even more how you giggled softly when he picked you up, spinning you around and fondly saying “there’s my little baby!”
you were homeschooled of course, you’d never been to a daycare either since he was more than capable of finding a suitable nanny for you, or bringing you along to work on slow office days when he wasn’t doing hero tasks.
if you asked for public school he’d find a way to softly guilt trip you, saying “oh but sweetheart i spent so much time finding a good tutor for you…” while frowning and patting your head softly. and when you apologized for not acknowledging his efforts he’d just softly coo at you and reassure you that it’s ok, and that he understands you’re just too little to recognize how hard and exhausting being an adult really is.
on the rare occasions that you did go out it would be with him by your side. obviously he’d never drag you to an event or anything with a lot of people, since you were just so tiny and someone might accidentally step on you! so instead he opted for the local playground, pushing you on the swing and being right there the whole time in case you hurt yourself.
and if you happened to scrape your knee or bump your head at any point, he’d make a huge fuss about it. putting you on his lap and patching you up gently, while mentally preparing himself for the amount of calls he’d have to make to get this playground baby proof.
and next time you go there you’ll find that the gravel has been replaced with soft foam mats, the metal bars have soft little pillows in every corner, and the place looks like it had a whole redesign to make it more suitable for even younger kids. it wasn’t as exciting and he knew that, but at least you were safe.
at some point you started wanting friends your age, but no matter how many “please”s followed by puppy eyes and pouty lips, he never caved in.
“y/n we talked about this, you’re just too little, and people are cruel and selfish and they’ll take advantage of you the second they see how sweet and caring you are. and in the end i’m gonna be the one to clean up your mess.”
the last sentence hurt you, a lot. he didn’t realise how much it affected you until the next day when you barely spoke throughout breakfast. at first he thought you were sick and started fussing while conversing with the house staff, but they all sighed in frustration at your dads obliviousness and scolded him for how careless he was, especially since he knows how sensitive you are about feeling like a burden.
the explanation left him an emotional mess. on one hand he felt terrible for hurting your feelings, and on the other he just found it so cute how you were able to get this upset over it. you were just so sensitive! that’s even more of a reason not to let you go out into the world all alone. they’ll eat you alive!
he made it up to you of course by giving you your own personal playground in the garden, and having the kitchen staff make you your favorite dish. and of course he apologized sweetly while cooing and wiping your teary eyes.
as you grew older he found that you were becoming less affectionate, you didn’t run to him when he got home anymore, but instead just greeted him from your place in the living room or at some point when he entered your bedroom. you didn’t even give him goodnight kisses anymore! or ask him to read you stories before bed. if he tried to tuck you into bed you just forced him out!
he never expected this behaviour from you, and you certainly never seemed like the type of person to be so distant and cold. obviously you were sick or dealing with something all on your own. it melted his heart that you didn’t want to bother him with your problems, you’re just so precious!
so of course he had to take matters into his own hands, since you’re clearly not going to ask for his help on your own.
he’ll start out by doing some heavy research, spending each evening looking up what to do about fussy and distant children. but none of the methods and solutions really seemed to be appropriate for your situation, until he found a blog post of someone with the same issue, looking past the fact their child was obviously a lot younger than you.
the blogger wrote a detailed paragraph about how their kid had recently been neglectful and even somewhat disgusted of affection, how they’d frown and groan whenever they were hugged or cared for. the only time they actually sought out affection was when they got injured or scared.
so your dad figured that maybe he should try giving in, let you see for yourself just how scary the world really is. it’s no wonder you don’t understand his warnings, you’ve never known anything other than the comfort and safety of your own home.
he’d start small by reading the news out loud for you during breakfast. only choosing the most brutal articles regarding school shootings, terrorist attacks, robberies, hostage situations, and forest fires, purposefully forgetting to mention that all of these events were taking place on the other side of the world.
this affected you a lot since you’d never read the news before, and was mostly unaware of all the horrible things happening in the world. and now you’re being told that all of these terrible acts of evil are happening right in your area.
after a few days of feeding you tragic news stories, your dad would start coming home from work and tell you about all the criminals he had to deal with that day, and just how violent and dangerous they were.
he noticed how the bags under your eyes had gotten significantly darker, and how you would shake a bit every time you heard strange noises. you were getting paranoid, he almost had you in his grasp.
the maids told him how you’d sometimes go to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a glass of water, a result of being shaken awake by the nightmares that seemed to occur pretty frequently.
and then one day he invited you to a fancy dinner, assuring you that the food was to die for and the service was extremely high quality. only once you were seated at your table did he briefly mention that the place also happens to be a hotspot for dangerous criminals.
the whole night you were shaking in your seat, narrowing your eyes at every stranger passing by, and ordering your food with a small voice. your father felt his blood boil at one point when the waiter patted your head affectionately, but then noticed how you seemed to dislike it just as much as he did.
it made him so happy to see how much you hated being outside of your home! soon you would be completely dependent on him again, just like you were a few years ago.
when you got home he put a hand on your shoulder and stopped you from going to your room, asking you what was wrong and tilting his head to the side as if he had no clue of the distress you were feeling.
“come on darling you’ve been shaking all evening. are you perhaps feeling a bit feverish?” he asked, putting his large palm on your forehead.
your eyes started filling up with tears, looking up at him and blinking your eyelashes like a tiny doe.
and the second he wrapped his big arms around you and led you to the couch, you broke down completely. sniffles turned to muffled sobs, and you got the shoulder of his t-shirt wet with your tears.
“shh its alright sweetheart, oh i know baby, i know.” he said, gently patting your hair as you sat in his lap.
“its just- so-..” you tried to get a few words out between your heartbreaking sobs.
all the house staff was gone for the day since they’d gotten the rest of the weekend off for a well deserved break, so it was just the two of you in your house at this moment. you on your fathers lap, looking smaller than ever, as he rubbed your back and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
you were back to being his little baby once again, just the way you were always supposed to.
summary: you’re a quiet girl who disappears during lunch, is nowhere to be found after school, and always somehow avoids getting called on in class. you’re pretty much invisible, until 1-a moves into the dorms, and suddenly you’ve got everyone’s eyes on you.
(not proof read! sorry for typos)
mostly fluff, soft yandere themes.
“i mean a dorm system? how cool is that?! we get to live together!”- denki beams , his bright smile rivaling that of the harsh summer sun. somehow his eyes had managed to increasingly sparkle with excitement for every word he spoke, hyping himself up to the point he’s practically jumping.
sero, mina, and kirishima are just as excited, smiling fondly at their friend’s positive energy, meanwhile bakugou is just trying to contain a smirk, acting like he doesn’t want to be there, as always.
“i think it’s pretty lame. forcing me to live with a bunch of extras.” he’d respond, scoffing every time someone brought up the subject. his hands are placed behind his head, and he takes long steps as their path leads them towards town.
they are going out to celebrate becoming housemates, hopefully stumbling across a cafe or karaoke place somewhere in the busy area.
“speaking of extras, isn’t that our classmate?”
bakugou points in the direction of a large cherry blossom tree, the others following his gaze.
and there, right beneath the scenery, with pink petals falling down ever so gently, sits you! leaning against the tree and feeding a small squirrel that stays by your side as you type something on your laptop.
you occasionally bob your head to the music playing in your headphones, a mix of your favorite playlists on shuffle, groaning quietly when the same ad repeatedly comes up in between songs.
“oh yeah! that’s uhh- who is that again?” kirishima asks, looking to his friend group for help. unfortunately they seem just as blank as him, all visibly trying to remember the girls name.
“this is bad! we’ve been classmates for a whole term and we don’t even know her name!” mina yells, clearly panicking at the thought of being so neglectful of someone else.
“hey… why can’t i remember anything about this chick?!” normally this is a day to day occurrence for bakugou since he thinks of everyone as below him and therefore forgettable, but something about how he doesn’t even know what your voice sounds like, just manages to piss him off in a way he can’t describe.
mina dramatically shakes seros shoulders, violently sobbing about what terrible people they are for forgetting their classmates name.
“w-we should go say hi.” she chokes out, wiping her own invisible tears away and sniffling loudly.
but when she turns back around, the girl is suddenly nowhere to be found, and her spot beneath the cherry tree is completely empty of any sign she was ever there.
“did she see us and leave?” sero asks, rather upset at the thought of you distancing yourself from them for some unknown reason.
“maybe she’s shy! poor thing!”
<3
during the next few days the group find themselves sneaking glances at you every so often throughout class, which doesn’t go unnoticed since you sit in the back row, and they have to turn their heads every time. yet you still don’t bother to meet their eyes at any point, which pisses bakugou off even more.
and once the lesson ends, he storms right up to your desk, roughly slamming his hands onto the surface and knocking your pencil case to the ground. multiple miscellaneous items scatter across the floor, and for the first time since the beginning of school you look into the blonde boy’s crimson eyes.
“you’re really starting to piss me off!“ he yells, taking in your features up close for the first time.
you sigh with exhaustion, breaking the eye contact and bending down in front of him, neatly picking up each item and putting it back in its case. mina joins to help, apologizing furiously for her rude friends actions.
“i’m sorry about him… to be honest we’re all just curious about you.” she says, handing you a tiny pink eraser. “you always disappear without a trace.”
you almost want to laugh while closing up the pencil case and standing to face bakugou. but instead you just take a shaky breath and calm yourself.
“yeah… i prefer to avoid situations like these, thanks for your concern.” and with that you walk out of the room, barely acknowledging denki, sero and kirishima who all stand there somewhat flabbergasted.
“what’s her problem..?” bakugou scoffs, kicking the girls desk out of unspoken frustration.
“her problem?! you’re the one that just went all bakugou mode on her! what did you expect her to do, give you a kiss?!” mina scolds, violently smacking the back of his head with her bag.
normally he’d retort with some hotheaded comeback, but his thoughts still linger on the way you seemed so cold, despite the fact he saw your hands shaking and your cheeks flare up.
they scared you, he scared you.
<3
after that incident bakugou doesn’t approach you again, and his friend group just sends apologetic glances in your direction every time you cross paths.
the looks throughout class dont stop though, since they probably assume they’re being sneaky because you never acknowledge them.
it kind of creeps you out. what had you done to make them so fascinated by you? since school started you’d decided to be as invisible as possible. hagakure is more visible than you and she’s literally invisible!
but alas, today is the day you all move into the dorms! hopefully they’ll find a new interest to silently bother with all the exciting things that will happen now!
wrong.
“alright! that was all the girls dorms. so who do we think won?” ochako grins, a little too excited about the contest.
“hold on! we’re stilling missing one.” mina protests, shoving past the small crowd of her classmates.
the brown haired girl tilts her head in confusion, although still not letting her trademark smile falter
“no i don’t think so… tsuyu isn’t participating so there’s no one else!” she says.
as soon as ochaco finishes her sentence, mina grabs you with both hands placed on your shoulders, pushing you to the front since you’ve been walking mindlessly around the dorm ever since the contest started.
in fact, you were just in the middle of fetching a bottle of water when you suddenly became the center of attention.
“oh… oh! i’m so sorry that’s right! i completely forgot about-…” ochaco seems to come to realization that she doesn’t remember your name, the embarrassment obvious on her red face.
“i’m y/n, don’t worry about forgetting my name, it happens all the time.” you say, softly removing minas hands from your shoulders.
of course! y/n l/n! how come no one could remember your name..? you’re pretty, like the kind of pretty that people would talk about, and you seem to be nice and well spoken enough to make friends. so how come not a single person knows anything about you?
you lead the group of students towards your dorm room, stopping in front of the wooden door. you’re fortunate enough to be neighbors with bakugou, and you live right across from mina as well.
“ta-da.” you softly express, opening the door in one simple movement.
to say your room is minimalistic would be an overstatement. your bed sheets consisting of your favorite color, with white sheets, a single stuffed animal neatly tucked into bed.
there’s plants and flowers standing on your desk and in each corner, and on the wall’s are little butterfly stickers and watercolor paintings.
the whole room is pretty neutral, perfectly matching your casual and laid-back personality.
“it’s so… simple” denki says, looking around at nothing in particular.
“what’s your quirk y/n? i-if you don’t mind me asking!” izuku questions, already getting out his notebook.
“hm? i thought you already had a page about me.”
the green haired student flips through his notebook, his cheeks growing increasingly red as he soon comes to the realization that he does in fact have a page on you! he already asked you about your quirk on the first day of school!
“let me see that.” bakugou grunts, grabbing the notebook from his childhood friends hands pretty roughly.
“what does it say?” kirishima asks.
the blonde boy allows his eyes to carefully scan over the handwritten letters multiple times, brows furrowing a bit with each sentence.
“it’s so…-“ he seems to have the word on the tip of his tongue. “-plain..”
everyone deadpans.
“don’t say that while she’s right in front of you!” mina smacks him once again with her bag that seemingly appears out of nowhere.
denki grabs the notebook and clears his throat, preparing to read out loud.
“y/n l/n, 16 years old, quirk allows her to mask her presence.”
“that’s it?”
“how are you in the hero course?!”
the bakusquad has a moment of realization. everything makes so much sense now! you were able to go unnoticed by everyone because you were masking your presence! that’s why no one has ever paid attention to you! you must have been masking your presence so much that people just simply forgot you were ever there in the first place.
“y/n, have you been using your quirk this whole school year?” sero asks, rather sad that you felt the need to go out of your way to avoid attention.
“well i wasn’t planning on it at first, but after the first week i just realized the whole flashy quirk competition on top of festivals and constant competitive school spirit wasn’t really doing me any good.” you look down with a slight frown, sighing softly. “but i still want to become a hero and continue studying here! i just want to do it… quietly.”
it makes sense that aizawa has been allowing it to go on for so long, after all he’s an underground hero too, so he must know what it feels like to not want to be in the public eye too much.
<3
after the dorm contest everyone had been a lot kinder to you, they were all respectful of your wishes to have a more peaceful lifestyle, and didn’t mind it too much when you went to rest in your room instead of watching movies on the couch every night.
well, everyone except for mina, bakugou, kirishima, denki, and sero.
imagine their horror when they find out the reason you’re able to use your quirk for such long periods of time is because you’ve been using it at home for years. a result of unpleasant parents, who in the groups eyes are obviously mentally abusive based on the small information they’ve been able to squeeze out of you.
so of course they start checking up on you! it all begins with mina knocking on your door every morning and asking if you wanna walk to class with her, and if you’re not completely up and ready yet she’ll probably just invite herself in and give you a helping hand!
it’s bearable but definitely something you have to get used to.
for some reason bakugou starts complaining that you’re being too quiet since he lives right next to you. he starts showing you music, movies, and activities to do in your room since it sounds like you’re dead half of the time.
at some point he begins dragging you to his own dorm for “demonstrations” on how to be loud, which includes having you sit in his lap and watch him play games, yelling insults every ten seconds and getting increasingly frustrated that he’s once again on a team with a bunch of cocky kids.
denki and sero join in once in a while but bakugou never lets them touch his controller. so they just kinda sit there and do homework, asking you for help occasionally and giving you “rewards” when you help them. usually it’s candy or just a sweet praise, but eventually it becomes a kiss on the cheek, a headpat, sometimes they hand feed you whatever food they’re snacking on.
and at some point kirishima and mina join in as well, yelling at bakugou to “SHOOT YOU SON OF A BITCH SHOOT HES RIGHT THERE”
ok mostly mina. kirishima just sits there calling him manly and urging him to let you play. and eventually he does! kind of.
bakugou let’s you hold the controller but says what button to press at every opportunity, once in a while muttering a “wow you suck at this” and “how do you do anything without me?”
and apparently he starts using that last sentence as a life motto, because all of a sudden it’s “y/n’s working with us, she can’t do it on her own.”, “you look tired dumbass, i’ll do it.”, “i know you can walk but you’re *so* slow. just get on my back already.”
and let’s not forget how the whole group coos and fawns over you at every opportunity, wether you’re there to witness it or not. they don’t even mind it when you seem ungrateful of their affection, since you’re probably just not used to it! anyone would react the same if they had such terrible and neglectful parents!
and if you try to conceal your presence from them too much, they’ll secretly put a tracker in your phone and follow your every move.
after all, you could get lost! your parents were never there to teach you how to navigate the world!
you’re just so helpless. you need them!
and they’ll happily take you away from all the danger of being a hero in training to prove it.
platonic! motherly! yandere miss midnight x female student reader!
summary : contrary to popular belief, nemuri is a very kind and gentle soul. she’s always wanted a child, but was never ready for the responsibility of raising another person from birth. so she gave up on the dream, until little y/n walked into her life.
themes of slight forced regression, kidnapping, mentions of death, manipulation.
nemuri watched through your window as you got ready for bed. once again your parents had left you home alone while they were away on a trip. only providing you with 30 bucks and some instant meals to heat up in the microwave.
clearly they were under the impression that you were old enough to take care of yourself. which obviously wasn’t true seeing as you had only eaten two meals in the past day, and you were going to bed in an empty house, snuggled up with a stuffed animal and an old comforter.
not only that, but she’d watched as your parents neglected you time and time again, wether it was by getting mad when you cried, talking about you as if you weren’t there, ignoring you, invalidating your emotions, or just being extremely obnoxious and rude.
it was heartbreaking how you’d go to your room and cry silently, with no one there to stroke your hair and wipe your tears away.
luckily you’d never have to deal with any of that again after tonight. because she’d finally gotten everything ready for your arrival. you’d come live with her far away from everyone, never having to worry about the responsibilities that come with being an adult, or feeling anxious about other people.
she still remembered the first day of school, seeing you being so kind to everyone even when they knocked into you, only to find you crying softly in the bathroom later that very same day.
after making sure you were asleep, she snapped open your window lock and crawled in quietly, exuding a small amount of her quirk to make sure you didn’t wake up in a panic.
you stirred slightly in your unconscious state, leaning into the taller woman as she picked you up, cooing softly at how content you looked in her embrace.
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the next thing you remembered was waking up in the softest bed you’d ever felt, with silk sheets and multiple pillows scattered around your head.
you sat up, rubbing your eyes in confusion, momentarily thinking this must all just be a dream. and yet the more you looked around, the more fear started to seep in, and soon you were a shaky, teary eyed mess, too scared to even get out of bed.
and as if on que, nemuri walked through the door, a worried expression on her face.
“miss midnight..?” you sniffled, holding back a sob which only ended with your voice cracking.
the tall woman just cooed at you softly, sitting down at the edge of your bed and pulling you into her lap. “there there,” she’d say, softly tracing circles on your back and making you lean into her warm embrace. “oh i know sweetheart… you’re safe now.”
her words just made you more confused, and in your emotional state it seemed nearly impossible to question her strange behavior.
“let’s get you something to eat hm? you must be hungry after that long nap.” she said once you’d calmed down a bit, your sobs turning into occasional sniffles.
and then she picked you up, your legs around her lower torso, one of her hands under you and the other on your back, carrying you the same way people carry babies. the size difference was apparent but you’d never thought of it as being this extreme. compared to this older woman you were pretty much the size of a kid.
“where are we..? what’s going on miss?” you’d ask, only receiving a nose boop in return and a kind smile.
“don’t worry about it sweetheart, i’ll take good care of you.” she kissed your cheek lightly, grabbing some premade food since she assumed you’d wake up around this time, and putting it in the microwave to heat it back up a bit.
she say you down on the counter, brushing some hair behind your ear.
“i know this must be confusing for you right now. i should have known you’d be scared when you woke up, but i want you to know that i would never, ever hurt you.”
you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, nodding silently while still trying to process the whole situation.
sensing your ongoing confusion, she tapped your chin gently and made eye contact.
“i’m your teacher y/n, you know i just want what’s best for you. and being in that big house all alone when you’re so young, it’s not right.”
you nodded hestitantly.
“but… my parents will be worried.” you look up with pleading eyes and an unintentional pout.
“oh sweetheart…” she hugged you close. “your parents are gone, they left for good this time.”
lies.
your parents were gonna come back in a few days, at least that’s what they planned, until someone slipped a bit of sleep inducing smoke into their taxi.
now they were just another tragic car accident. you didn’t have to know that of course. death is a pretty intense topic for someone your age.
“they left..?” you asked, once again tearing up.
midnight got your food out of the microwave and sat it on the table, turning to you again with a frown.
“hey… they were pretty bad parents you know? it’s for the best that they’re not in your life anymore.”
a small part of you wanted to agree, the majority wanted to bawl your eyes out and scream for your parents to come back. the heartbreak of knowing your own parents abandoned you, and after years of raising you. it made no sense.
suddenly a fork of pasta was lifted to your mouth, distracting you from your previous thoughts. you looked up at miss midnight, seeing how her expression was full of pure endearment, a type of love you’d never felt before.
so you let her feed you, not a single complaint voiced at any point through out the meal.
nemuri was overjoyed of course. you were just so polite! easily buying her story and not asking any questions.
honestly she had been fully prepared for you to throw a tantrum and beg her to let you go home, but you weren’t even trying to fight her!
“good job! you finished it all! such a big girl hmm?” she praised, discarding the dirty utensils in the dishwasher after washing it off briefly in the kitchen sink.
the interaction confused you, did she not realise you were a teenager? maybe she thought you were immature for your age?
“and no more calling me miss midnight alright? we’re family now so you can call me mama!” she beamed, taking your hands as you hopped off the dining chair.
“..mama?” you voiced, confusion laced in your tone of voice.
the attempt made her coo lovingly, leading you to the living room by hand as if you would get lost if she didn’t physically guide you.
“mhm, just like that! what a smart girl.”
you didn’t question her praises or loving touches. actually you didn’t really question anything, which just made her love you even more.
within days she had you depending on her for everything. feeding you, carrying you, bathing you, brushing your teeth. making sure you’d never have to worry about a single responsibility ever again.
