People parroting the fan theory that Gudao and Gudako are Shirou and Rin’s kids need to take it a step further because they forget that they could just as easily have Sakura as the mother. The Matou treatment shouldn’t have affected her gametes, which are produced in her body before she was even born, so if she has kids they won’t inherent her purple hair and eyes.
Hell, in the movies, her eyes even turn blue again.
All the yandere with a suicidal darling basically the darling given up on physically escaping and has decided to kill themselves to escape in death or them with a darling who finally snaps and loses there mind and does care what happens anymore like this
can do!
warnings: yandere themes, slight suicidal themes
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All for one
The room was silent except for the faint hum of machines.
Darling sat in the corner, motionless, eyes unfocused on the dark floor beneath them. For days, weeks, maybe, there had been pleading, struggling, small bursts of defiance. Now there was nothing.
All For One’s voice, once smooth and commanding, faltered when he spoke.
“Why are you not speaking to me?” No answer. Just a dull blink. You weren’t afraid anymore, weren’t angry either. It was worse than that, you were simply gone inside.
For the first time in years, All For One felt something like unease. His power, his control, his grand designs all of it meant nothing in the face of the silence he’d created. He reached out, fingertips hovering near their cheek, and pulled back when they didn’t even flinch.
Shigaraki
The controller clattered to the floor. You didn’t react.
Shigaraki had screamed at you again, something about loyalty, about how you didn’t appreciate him, about how no one ever did. But when he turned to see you blankly staring at the wall, eyes blank, mouth slightly open as if words had once lived there and died long ago, something inside him froze.
He stepped closer, trembling hands reaching out, then pulling back before touching your shoulder. “Hey... come on, don’t ignore me like that.”
Still nothing.
He crouched down, his voice softer than he’d ever meant it to be. “You’re not... mad, right?”
You blinked slowly. Then you turned your head toward him, and smiled. But it wasn’t a smile at all. It was the hollow, tired kind that people wear when they’ve given up on being human.
Dabi
The flames had gone out hours ago. Smoke clung to the air, curling lazily through the broken room.
You sat on the floor, knees pulled close, staring into nothing. Dabi leaned against the wall opposite, his usual smirk long gone. He’d yelled earlier. Said things he didn’t mean or maybe he did, once. But now, as the quiet stretched, all he could hear was his own heartbeat and the faint sound of their shallow breathing.
He pushed off the wall. “You can say something, y’know. You always have something to say.”
You turned their head slowly, eyes glassy. “I’m tired, Dabi.”
Two words. Soft. Flat. And they hit him harder than any insult, any tear, any punch could have. He opened his mouth, but no words came. The burn scars on his face seemed to sting, as if even his skin was ashamed of what he’d done.
When he finally sat beside you, his hand hovering just above your shoulder, you didn’t even flinch.
Aizawa
You don’t even look up when he enters the room. The faint sound of his boots, the rustle of his scarf, they used to make you tense, ready to explain, to beg, to defend. Now, you just sit there, still and silent.
“Didn’t I tell you to eat?” Aizawa’s voice is low, roughened by irritation. He sets down a tray on the table, but you don’t move. Not even to acknowledge him.
He sighs and crouches in front of you. His eyes scan your face, searching for the spark you used to have the spark he thought he could protect by keeping you close. But there’s nothing now. Just that dull, distant look.
When he grabs your wrist, there’s no resistance. You let him. You let everything happen, because what’s the point?
“I’m trying to help you,” he mutters.
You only whisper, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Deku
He’s frantic when you don’t respond to him.
You used to cry, scream, fight. Now you sit on the edge of the bed, still and quiet, your eyes fixed on the floor. His voice cracks as he says your name over and over, but you don’t look up.
“Hey—hey, don’t be like that. I didn’t mean to scare you, okay? You just— you just weren’t listening and I…”
You don’t care. The apology doesn’t reach you anymore. The tears on his face blur into the background, meaningless. When he asks if you understand why he keeps you here, you nod, but the movement is slow, empty — automatic.
“Yeah,” you say quietly. “Because it makes you feel better.”
Kirishima
You don’t even flinch when he raises his voice. The red-haired boy who once smiled every time you did now stands there, trembling, unsure of himself. His “punishments” were always meant to teach you, to make you “perfect.” That’s what he told himself. But now you don’t argue, don’t cry, don’t beg. You just… stare.
“Come on, at least say something,” he pleads. “Yell at me, hit me—anything.”
But you don’t. You let the silence stretch between you like a wall of ice. You don’t even try to defend yourself when he accuses you of lying, or when he says you don’t care. Because he’s right. You don’t.
When he finally realizes that, his voice breaks mid-sentence. The “manly” strength he always preached collapses under the weight of guilt.
You don’t look up to see it, you’re too far gone to care but he sinks to his knees anyway.
Hawks
You don’t react when he lands beside you, feathers rustling against the floor.
Usually, he’d crack a joke. Call you his little bird. Ask for a smile. But lately, you’ve stopped giving him anything to hold on to. Even now, when he crouches in front of you, golden eyes searching for a spark, you just blink at him like you’re half-awake.
“You’re quiet today,” he murmurs, but the smile he wears doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I’m always quiet now,” you reply, your tone soft and flat.
He laughs a little, like it’s a joke, but it’s not. You can see his feathers twitch nervously, his wings shifting as if he’s fighting the urge to grab you, shake you, make you react somehow.
“You’re not mad?” he asks after a long silence.
You shrug. “It wouldn’t change anything if I was.”
Bakugo
You don’t fight him anymore.
When he snaps, when he shouts you just stand there, calm and unbothered. It infuriates him at first, until he realizes the quiet isn’t rebellion. It’s surrender.
“Don’t ignore me!” he yells, slamming his fist into the wall beside you. The sound echoes, but you don’t even flinch.
“I’m not,” you say softly. “I just don’t have anything left to say.”
The words hit harder than any explosion.
He grabs your shoulders, shaking you once, desperate to find the person who used to fight him, argue with him, care. But your eyes are empty and it terrifies him more than anything ever has.
“Don’t do this,” he mutters. “Don’t just… give up like that.”
Denki
He brings you little gifts, food, soft words all the things that used to make you laugh. But you don’t smile. You don’t even look up. You just sit there, quiet, detached, like a ghost in his perfect world.
“Come on,” he says softly. “You’re not mad, right? You still like me, don’t you?”
You tilt your head, voice faint. “If I said no, would it matter?”
Denki’s grin falters. He kneels in front of you, hands trembling. “I can fix this. I can make you happy again.”
Shoto
He doesn’t know when it happened — when the silence started to feel heavier than his father’s voice ever did. Maybe it was after the last time he locked the door behind him, telling you he couldn’t let you “get hurt.” Maybe it was when you stopped looking at him altogether.
Now, you just sit by the window, staring out at the snow. It’s peaceful, almost. Too peaceful.
Shoto stands behind you, watching your reflection in the glass. “It’s cold,” he says softly. “You should move away from there.”
“Are you angry with me?” he asks after a long silence.
Your voice is calm when it finally comes. “No. I just don’t care anymore.”
Something inside him cracks at that. Not like fire or ice not visible. Just a small, human sound, deep in his chest.
He steps closer, hands hovering near your shoulders but never touching. He used to be afraid of hurting people with his fire, so he always kept his distance.
Then he murmurs, “You can tell me if I’ve gone too far,” you glance at him for the first time in days. Your eyes are dull, tired, too old for your face.
“You already did,” you whisper.
He thought he was protecting you.
Now he’s just standing in the ruins of something he swore he’d never become.
Ok so since I couldn’t get any of the Elation characters and priortizing completing my teams, I decided to just go and prefarm the new Erudition Trace materials for Rin esp since from what I know, she and Archer are the OG Master and Servant and there are rumors that she’s basically just Jade but with a better playstyle and is SP hungry.
