Yandere SIMP

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'ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ' | DILF Izuku Midoriya x Reader

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴇ - ɪꜱᴀʙᴇʟ ʟᴀʀᴏꜱᴀ

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Overview: ✎ Pro-Hero Deku, is a single father somethings just aren't meant to last, his last wife giving him full custody of their child, much to his relief. However the title of Number One Hero gets to be a rather lonely one to carry. It is made no better by a certain villain on the loose, that being you, who always seems to keep him busy from his non-existent dating life he can never wrap his head around you from the nature of your quick, to the flirty jokes, down to the fact you scold him for getting injured by any other villain.

Chapter One:

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"Fuck"

The professionally inclined hero 'Deku' started his day with profanity. Granted it wasn't entirely his fault, currently he sat over the side of his bed, legs planted to the wood flooring of his complex. The top of his green hair leaning over his lap, while his hands laid clasped, pressing, and massaging his temple, he dragged his right hand down his face, letting out a heavy sigh. Today was for Ingo Midoriya, and their graduation, from kindergarten. However today just so happened to be easily his hand to god, impossible days. Yes impossible even for the number one hero, he thought through the day, listing off on his fingers, muttering to himself. The green haired male, had intended to schedule his days better, but out of poor habit, and sheer exhaustion he procrastinated.

Izuku Midoriya shook his head at himself, sitting up from the side of his bed, still in thought while he was getting his sons breakfast ready. Eggs, pancake mix, and some bacon, what better a start-up for the day. All while preparing this meal, he couldn't help but mutter, perhaps he could pass on some work to his side-kicks, such as patrol, paperwork, and hell maybe some meetings. Midoriya groaned, leaning over the side of his counter, while keeping close watch on the quiet bubbling of the pancakes. Taking a quick glance at the time, to make sure he was on schedule, internally he counted down to himself, even pulling out three fingers as he set down one after another. The drop of the last finger, ensued the presence of his son, always punctual, groggily with a semi-sour expression, yet present no doubt. 

The green-haired males son, was a carbon copy of himself, from the unruly green hair, the freckled skin, and the green eyes. The only difference really being in name, and general attitude. Midoriya walked over to the pancakes, one flip, at the sign of a golden brown hue, he smiled contently placing the pancake on a small plate, with eggs, and bacon. Midoriya decorated the pancake, with whipped cream for eyes and a smile, fruit plopped on top, placing it in front of his son who sat at the table. Rubbing sleep out of his eyes, he glanced at the very well decorated plate, with a quick glance to his father, and a tired smile. Midoriya smiled, placing a kiss to the top of his sons head, ruffling his hair. 

"How'd you sleep kiddo?" 

Midoriya asked with a smile, cleaning a specific All Might mug, while he poured the a clear glass with apple juice for his son, pouring coffee into the mug. The small child hummed, smearing the pancake face, scrunching his face. 

"I slept"

Midoriya laughed, musing at his sons lack of morning attitude, although he couldn't say it, he often reminded him of an old man. The small child gave a side glance towards his father almost seemingly aware of his thoughts. Midoriya gifted the glance with a smile, plopping the glasses down at the table. The two ate their breakfast happily, making occasional chatter, mainly regarding Ingo's experience at kindergarten and whether or not he was excited with the upcoming graduation to put it simple. Ingo didn't really care, he cared because his dad cared. Not in a bad way or anything, Ingo just liked seeing the way his dad cried happy tears dropping him off at Pre-K then Kindergarten for the first time, he had a hard time of saying it, but he did love his dad a lot, he also agreed during recess that 'Deku' was in fact better than All Might, however...

Every time Ingo would pay a glance to his dad sipping at that All Might mug, he shook his head knowing his father would never agree with that statement. Midoriya paid an awkward smile at his son, wondering what that glance was for. The two got ready for their respective days, Midoriya dressed casually in order to drop his son off, paying him a kind smile, a wave, and an "I'll see you soon" before rushing to his agency all with a strained smile.

Midoriya rushed inside the agency rushing to the top floor where his office was located. Before entering his office he stopped to his secretary, who sat typing away at her computer, placing his hands on her desk with nothing but a smile and a pleading look on his face. 

"I absolutely need you to clear my schedule for today!" 

Midoriya stated with enthusiasm, hope, and genuine desperation. The secretary glanced at him with a smile her glasses lowered, beaming an almost sinister smile, the pro hero could quite literally feel the genuine sarcasm from her aura, lifting her glasses, she let out an almost scoff. 

"It's nice to want things" she stated with a smile. Midoriya sighed, lowering his head out of sheer desperation. "Please!" He shouted again, his eyes wide, and almost desolately white. The secretary shook her head at him, crossing her arms over her chest, as she reclined back into her seat. "No, I mean you have several meetings" The secretary started, before Midoriya gave a look you could very well describe as mischievous, a light bulb dangling over his head, scrunching his right hand into a fist, he gently knocked it flat into his left, his head, face, and general demeanor perking up. Another almost sarcastic smile "what if I just don't go?" Midoriya proposed, his secretary gave an almost baffled look that without words said 'are you being serious right now? Tell me you're fucking around?' Her mouth was a gap glasses sliding down her nose, which he gently pushed up for her, another smile. "I'll drag you there myself" the secretary proposed, Midoriya returned her previous look, glancing her over briefly head to toe in an almost exaggerated way. Before giving a pointed look, between her and the elevator.

"I mean no offense but you're in heels, and a skirt that really lessens your mobility"

Midoriya explained as if he were casing a villain of some sort, the secretary rolled her eyes, groaning, while she rubbed her temples. Dragging her hand to rub along her face, giving a harsh look towards the hero. "What time do you need to be out of here by?" The secretary asked, taking a quick glance at the calendar, and schedule on her monitor, Midoriya gave a smile. "A little bit before three please" Midoriya hummed happily at his success, practically jumping into his office, while his secretary was slumped over her desk in sheer defeat. 

The hours clocked by from the work of a hero, by three, Midoriya was running late, rushing over to his son's school, a loud explosion follows debris falling his way. Another curse word slipped from him, which he internally beat himself up for, he looked back and forth from the direction of the school, as well as the direction of the explosion. Both in opposite ways.

"Fuck"

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'ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ' | Yandere Dazai Osamu x Reader

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ᴜꜱᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ - ᴋɪᴋᴜᴏ

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Trigger Warnings: Nudity + Degrading + Gore References + Generally Fucked Up + Abuse

Reader: Gender Neutral

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{ Prompt: Yandere Dazai Osamu x Reader │Bloody Taste Test }

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"How Pitiful"

Twenty seven letters, strung together, for an unmerciful insult likewise threat all the same, legs crossed over one another, he sits on a throne, for you a cold ground, in bare skin, of yourself, however in the exposure, you could simply feel delirious sleep in wake of want. You didn't even care over the exhaustion you felt, whether it be the injuries lathered on your skin in love, the brutal nature this dehumanizing act has had in the imprint of your normalized mine or reality, you couldn't tell. You didn't bring your hands to your skin, in embarrassment, dread, nothing of the sort, they rested atop your thighs, as instructed. Back straight, sitting atop your legs, gaze turned down, to the way of a worshiping stance, in some way of a mock religion, it was humorous at the very least ironic, however you couldn't even muster an internal laugh at the thought. The way your ribs seemed to pull flush close to your lungs, felt a threat, beyond his hand of touch, a warning even beyond him, to follow closely.

Cruel words, yet a sweet touch, a graze against the cheek with a knife, and yet you could hardly even tell the difference, much less even muster a flinch. Coo, and awe for a brand new toy, for the spoiled child, how contradicting this bittersweet feeling, gazing longingly, yet disgustingly to a brutally mutilated dog, reduced to human waste, maggots, and flies probably preferred you, over than breathe anyone could possibly empathetically, in pity possess for you. A deep brown resides on our skin, known as the male's eyes, one hand rests on his knee, while the other leans on the arm rest, allowing him to rest his face into his hand, a coy smile by a defaultive nature, held on his lips, a hanging man, does the silence stiffen. In the accessibility of time, you could feel the weight in your body, the bruises, the bones broken healed, then broken again out of some degree of punishable enjoyment for Dazai. You thought to count, to think back, how long had it been, what had even been your given name, besides the oh so endearing terms you were referred to as replacement. Bluntly it was all lost, had it been days? Weeks? Months? Maybe it was even years at this point, you couldn't figure, no wonder you were referred to as the broken watch, time really had alluded you in a punishment of a crime you never remembered of commiting. Carefully he walks, a delicate silver knife better referred to as a letter opener in hand, in bandaged hands he reaches for your left wrist, one slit from side to side, you pull back a wince at the tip of your tongue, softly he places your wrist back to your lap, reaching for the next, he commits the same act. You bleeding across your skin, in a blood disarray, the broken puzzle you felt.

"Do you taste yourself?"

Dazai stooped to your level, brown eyes gleaming, in a horrendous case of sick pleasure, in the hitch of your breath, the way your body tensed a little softly at his closeness, made the side of his face pulled to bare white. Bringing himself to one knee in front of you, one hand gripped your wrist pulling it to the starking ceiling lights, the red spiling against the sides of your arm, thus to the palm of his hand. He dug his fingers in your wound, enjoying the beat of your blood, gushing onto his skin, in the open array of him, his slender fingertips stain bloody, he reaches out to you, showing the crimson on his skin, fondly, with a twisted smile to churn your vision, in a grotesque state, of the vision of you.

"Care for a taste?"

As if he had commanded you, you stick your tongue out, ahead of the male, stopping ahead of his finger, as if for permission, knowing his twisted case of delivering of punishment, a weary way of carrying yourself began, in fear of his demeanor. Dazai gleams almost proudly, swiping his blood fingertips across the rough texture of your tongue, giving a nod of approval to taste the metallic substance. It tasted no different than anything else to you, it all sort of blurred in a mesh of hunger, there was no need for taste, what little, demeaning things, he had given you to feast. What traces remained he tasted for himself.

"Now then dear pet of mine, let's have a taste test, for comparison"

The terms sound endearing under different circumstances, pet, what an odd circumstance to debrief on pet names, comedic in its own sense, however it was no such case. Dazai motioned, and his order was already met, as if studied comparatively, the stench of blood, rot, and death hung heavy, in a small box, carried by two men, placed ahead of you. The dried blood on the sides showcased its belonging, yet you couldn't even muster disgust in your riddled, ruined body. Dazai crudely smiled, opening the small chest, you figured it'd be a small animal, however it was human. Crammed, in minced, ligaments, bathed, then stained in blood, that seemed, full of drunk, dead insects.

"Now lick it up like a good pet"

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'ꜱᴛᴏʟᴋʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜱʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ' | Yandere Simeon x Reader

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ʜᴇʟʟɢɪʀʟ - ᴀʀɪ ᴀʙᴅᴜʟ

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Trigger Warnings: Implied Sex + Degrading + Mentions of Death + Religion Talk + Reference to God

Reader: Gender Neutral

{ Prompt: Yandere Simeon x Reader │Stolkhome Syndrome }

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"What a useless child, father isn't proud"

A cold voice speaks, in minor, cool coldness, yet still a graceful hand of warmth, to your burning skin, and cruel beatings, injuries, littered on your skin, like a mask of flesh, that you were undeserving in his touch, but never his lash of himself. There the tan male stands over you, the light behind him, glowing through, then into his silhouette, in the most heavenly of manners, you stay grounded, hands, and knees, as you deserve, like worthless scum of the world, nothing to him, yet everything all the same, what a blessing you've been given. Gazing up at him, with nothing short of respect, adoration, and complete an utter enamorment, feeling small in comparison, there's nothing to be said on his part, but an apology waits idly, with each second, father grows all the more livid, at your horrendous misdemeanor.

"I'm sorry, forgive me father!"

You plead in shouts, eyes pricked with tears of humiliation, you debated gutting yourself, to show your humility, your sorrow, and that you indeed were of greater scum now than ever. You grip your thighs, digging into your skin, long drags, leaving the skin marked by you, only now was it grotesque to your injury. You sob quietly guilt ridden for even speaking out of turn, how unmannered you were indeed, unable to even know when to not utter a whisper, nor a breathe, you talk to yourself, in form of insult. Your God gazing, in amusement, and a mirror of disgust in you, all for the show, of greater ache to you. The way your breathe trembled, at the sheer thought of his way to you, by God, you really were at his mercy, if he moved his finger to his neck. Simeon knew you'd slit your throat for forgiveness, and that simply was a delightful sight to feel. Times he thought it a test, however you simply were far too a sight in it self to let go, you were easy. 

A coo lets out his lips, you didn't dare match your Gods eyes, yet you knew the hue in his eyes never falters for air, when its derived in murk. The angel stands to his befitting level of his name, then steeps himself to you, directing your hair to his wanted state, his gloved hands, making way to your teary eyes, the injury left by you atop the bare skin of your thighs in your nudity. Your god is pitying you, in such care, the glee sent to you, in a hope of a falter of his rage, you desperately never wanted to make your father any but his light, in a spew of any but else motion. One quick pat to your cheek, he stands, and you grovel at his feet, like a dog. One quick caress, and he slips his gloved hands to the roots of your hair, gripping slightly, one push, one gleam in his eyes, and you understood his wants. To satisfy a God, was maggot work, perfect, befitting for you, and your name, your kind even, humans grovel at Gods, Kings, Queens, any power than you, you must bow in their prowess. 

Simeon allows your touches, allows you to serve him, with your unworthy lips, sullied tongue, bloody hands and all. What a benevolent God you had indeed. 

"Show your forgiveness, and pleasure your god" 

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ Yandere Momo Yayorozu x Reader

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ - ᴛᴏᴍᴍᴇᴇ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪᴛᴛ

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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴏ ʏᴀʏᴏʀᴏᴢᴜ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ: ɪꜰ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ, ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴏ x ᴘᴏᴏʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Keyword: Financial Manipulation

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ It'd start the first day of school. You sat by the window, at the cafeteria, letting out a low sigh, while a certain black haired female had approached you. Momo flashed a kind smile at you, clutching her lunch tray, while she gestured her hand towards the seat ahead of you. "Pardon but is this seat taken?" Momo asked with a delighted polite smile. You shook your head, gesturing for her to take the seat. The soft clink of her tray tapped against the table. The two of you hadn't talked too much aside from idle chatter, acquaintances at best if you really wanted to be specific. However the two of you probably didn't have much else, she having been entered via recommendations alone. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Momo glanced at you, her charcoal eyes glancing at you and the immediate surroundings. "Were you not hungry?" Momo asked semi curious and semi concerned. You gave a passive smile letting out a low hum "maybe it was all the nerves from first day jitters?"  You jokingly questioned with a chuckle to support the statement. Momo noticed the way your shoulders tensed at the comment, the concern of the glance you gave towards her, Momo agreed with your comment, before glancing down at her tray. "Would you perhaps like to try some? Its really good!" Momo spoke with a simple almost head strong enthusiasm, pushing her tray towards you. You wanted to say no but the soft growl of your stomach made you hesitant. You nodded your head. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This was the first of many favors. You and Momo, overtime gradually grew closer from late nights studying, lunch outings, and so on. Eventually you opened up to her about your family dilemma the lack of money, the late bills, the empty plates at dinner. You had this pained look on your face. Momo clutched your hands in hers, her dark eyes bright with some sort gleam you couldn't quite tell what it referred to, whether it be a hope or some sort of idea. "I can help you!" Momo shouted happily, tears brought to her eyes. You shook your head, "I could never live with myself if I took your offer Momo"  You said, your head low, you felt almost embarrassed, degraded even. "You can pay me back one day when you're a star of a hero!" Momo shouted with stars in her eyes. The strings of your heart were pulled along by her words you pulled a smile, quaint, and almost polite. "Thank you Momo" you gleamed at her, and she nodded happily. "Of course what are friends for" Momo responded so naturally the statement and you couldn't help but agree. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Momo and her family proceeded to support you and your own family, to which you were grateful for eternally. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ However one night it felt different. The two of you were in her dorm room, studying for the next exam, you groaned laying back onto Momo's bed, stretching your arms out. Momo couldn't help but let out a polite chuckle, and a darling smile. Momo placed her hand casually at the table, taking another glance at you. "I would hate to bother you but could you do a favor for me?" Momo started hesitantly, her eyes lowering while she gleamed at you, her breathing a soft flow. You nodded your head "of course! Anything!" You said with an almost alarm in your tone, you were on edge, worried as to what this favor could be.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "I've never been kissed before" Momo said with a shy smile, and a soft flush of her face. You nodded aware of what she was asking of you, you thought back to each thing she had done for you and your family. You lifted yourself from her bed, walking over to where she sat, you slowly pushed at her face with her fingers, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Another glance to you, you already knew what it meant 'more'. You pushed at her, the two of you making intimate eye contact, kissing at the pink of her lips. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This would only be the first and never a last. It was always 'more'. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Until you were finally pro heroes, the term almost felt silly when it regarded the two of you. Through the years, the two of you, were neither in a relationship, nor not in relationship. It was love, but in almost admirative manner, as opposed to the kind where you'd associate the actions you'd devoted to each other. Between your legs, and the way you verbally cherished each other, tongue, hands, and words. You'd say 'I love you' but you would never make a scene of your relationship, if it even could be called that. You figured by the time of graduation, it'd be over. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ However after a couple days past graduation Momo called you, you answered the call placing the phone to your ear. "I need a favor"  Momo started the call. You were hesitant at her offer, yet she gave a 'gentle' reminder of the favors she had given you, your gaze lowered, and a heavy sigh escaped your lips. "I'll be there in ten" You responded, hanging up the call. You were now assigned to her personal care at her agency, a secretary, body guard, as what was said in her words. Seven days a week tailored to every whim. It was professional at first, it's not like it was poor working circumstance, it was good pay, it just wasn't what you wanted, sometimes you'd gaze longingly at the city, and the heroes who saved the day. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Another call of your name, and you followed. Momo sat comfortably in a tub, the bubbles hiding her intimates. The environment suited her well, the low dim lights, the rose petals in bath. "Join me" she said with a quaint smile, it almost sounded like a question, but as easily an almost demand. If she said jump you'd jump, because you wouldn't have even be able to jump without her in the first place. So you'd join her in the tub, she'd smile, and you gave a soft smile, because in some right you did love her, and just as equally she returned it. You were both in love, but just as equally not at all. "Touch me" Momo would start, and you'd nod along your head like a domesticated wolf, a dog. 

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ Yandere Izuku Midoriya x Reader

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ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ

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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ: ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Izuku Midoriya otherwise known as the hero 'Deku' has a genuine secret of being in love with a villain. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The two of you met by blood. Having been called on a report of crime. He steered himself to the site, he was seconds late, inhale after exhale. You were standing above a lifeless body, while crimson began to drown the pavement. "Are you a victim or a villain?" Midoriya asked almost hesitant to hear the response. "Why can't I be a hero?"  You asked in a low voice, Midoriya couldn't quite put his finger on it, it sounded just like him, in his voice, and in his font. You sounded like you were mocking the term hero but just as equally you sounded saddened by the idea that you weren't hero a sort of pity statement. The situation felt dangerous and by the lack of movement in the citizens lifeless body he knew it was too late, that idea made his hand clench in his glove.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "You can be a hero but heroes don't kill"  he stated frankly eyes lowering in either pity or empathy he couldn't even really tell. You shook your head this smile on your face. "Then I can't be a hero" you mumbled low shaking your head, with that pitiful smile. "I'm sorry"  you mumbled shrinking into yourself, turning your back against him, you slowly walked away. Midoriya didn't know why but he let you. He let you run away. The ambulance came, carrying out the body, they were saved, the autopsy reported that she intentionally avoided lethal arteries. His question was 'why didn't you kill the citizen? Why only injure?'

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He hadn't heard about you for months, he searched for information of cases you could've possibly been involved in. Nothing, you were the starting of an end, and just as equally as a dead end. The citizen you killed turned out to be involved in a number of criminal cases, that were poisoned, whether it be witnesses never coming forward, the charges being dropped. A guilty citizen allowed to walk free because the justice system did them wrong. Midoriya empathized. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ It took one night, you approached him, while he was on night watch. "Hero Deku can I ask you a question?" your voice seemingly appearing out of nowhere, you seemed full of melancholy, and almost sheer anguish, as if it pained you to be near him. Rhetorically he thought how ironic it was that the invitation to question was a question in of itself, holding back his internal joke. He glanced to your direction. Nodding his head and you read his motions despite the canvas of he night. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Did you ever want to become a villain?" you asked your head low, letting out a sigh at the end of your question. Midoriya stood up straighter. "I don't think want is the right term, I just knew that I always wanted to be a hero no matter if I really could" Midoriya struggled to piece his thoughts together to express himself. "Did you ever want to become a hero?" He responded, the air hung heavy, the wind stayed quiet. "I don't think anyones first thought is to become a villain" you responded, you almost sounded pained to say it. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Why can't you be a hero?" Midoriya asked, the idea felt so simple in his head, all he ever had was the desire to be a hero with that ideology it almost made him negligent sometimes. If you wanted to be a hero, why couldn't you be one, the idea baffled him. "I'm just not a hero" you state, rubbing your shoulders along your arms. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Then why do you talk to me?" Midoriya asked at a loss for words, and will. "Although I know you don't understand me, I feel like at the same time, you can save me, I think I just want to be saved"  you smiled and you almost seemed embarrassed. "I hope I can, I mean I'll try my best" he stated, rambling with an awkward smile. "Have you harmed since?" Midoriya questioned as a hero it was an obvious and or expected question you shook your head. "I thought I was being a hero" you blurted aloud.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "What does it mean to you to be a hero?" You asked curious and bug eyed Midoriya paused, placing a hand to his chin, taking a moment to mumble to himself in thought. There were plenty of answers to this, but not the right one for him. Midoriya thought back to his younger days of idolizing All Might, although he still does idolize him, what he idolized him to be, it clicked. "I think its giving hope, I think anyone can be a hero, if they give someone hope" Midoriya finished his sentence taking a glance at you for inspection, you were quiet. "Do you think I can make someone hope?" You asked almost pitiful, Midoriya scrunched his face. "I hope for you to be a hero, I hope I can be your hero, you're my hero you give me hope for you!" Midoriya stated almost announcing. You smiled at him, nodding your head. "I hope I can be a hero just like you, Deku" you beamed. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Days, and weeks passed. Midoriya thought back to you and your conversations, wondering how you faired. Supposedly the victim, had turned himself in for his crimes, although that most likely wasn't your intention, it worked. They also hadn't pressed any charges against you, which did make Midoriya relax. Another month passed, and he saw you at a park during his shift. Midoriya jumped beside you and you jumped slightly startled. You looked at him with a delighted smile. "How are you hero Deku?" You mused with a hum, he blushed, flustered. "I'm good..." Midoriya muttered off, at a loss. "What is your name?" Midoriya spoke with a pause, feeling somewhat dejected. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "(Y/n)" you stated, with a smile. "Any ideas on a hero name?" Midoriya asked with a delighted smile, "well, I have to work towards the effort to be a hero, but I think I'm going to try to enlist into an hero academy" you smiled happily, making idle conversation. "Is U.A high school on your list?" Midoriya asked with a curious glass, you nodded your head enthusiastically, having reclaimed yourself into a 'Deku Fan', U.A High School was certainly on your agenda. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "I want to be just like you, a good step towards that is attending the same school as you" you chirped. "Although I'm aware it is no easy effort" you state still humming happily on the casual park bench, beside Midoriya. Midoriya beamed, "I'll be sure to help you in anyway I can, lets trade contact information, so we stop meeting by chance" Midoriya stated with a shy smile. You nod your head, feeling somewhat embarrassed you reach out your phone while the two of y'all made idle chatter. 

"ʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ? ᴛᴇᴀ? ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ"

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