❝ THINGS THEY DO THAT GIVE YOU BUTTERFLIES ! ❞ ╰┈➤ MHA EDITION (PART 2!)

And i could name of few,,,but lets keep them delulu

As someone who has been fat her whole life listen to me when I say that there is no person who’s more fatphobic than a fat person who has lost weight and is now “socially acceptable”

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credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 | requested by @kirayuki22 ( if you don’t like these please don’t hesitate to tell me + I actually love how these turned out, pls enjoy and I hope you love them 🤎💚 )

Oranges 🍊

Yuuta x Black Reader

Selling oranges wasn't a hard job, wasn't easy either. Oranges are a fruit that you won't pick out willingly but if you're in the mood an orange would be a quick choice; it was hot out today so anyone and everyone would be outside simply to enjoy the summer's weather, it was also a good day for a tiny pop-up festival to happen! Since it's the summertime they held a market pop-up event where people selling jewelry, hair care, and the most important part of any event food was out and about selling their fruits of leisure to the public. Every year it would held by the beach with people from all over Japan meeting by the shore, I was setting up my booth ' Everythingz Orange' from oranges, to mandarins, tangerines and sometimes depending on fruits of green like limes and things were litter across these shelves and tables; I had orange accessories too to earring, bracelets, even hair pieces and body products all handmade from your truly, reader!

As I put things around everywhere I see the crowd rushing in like the waves, I see them walk over to the people closer to the entrance which isn't very smart then, to people by good scenery who gets all the pictures the get people to buy anything they want, and then you have people like me who's placed by the shore for a nice watering breeze; people who come by this part stays longer and come back for more that's why I had to start selling orange drinks, snacks, ever finger foods. I make pretty god profit off these people every year, people came by to looks and see what orange things I could have it pretty surprising to see the looks on people's faces when they see I can make orange scented paper, cloth, even ting orange themed plushies.

" Wow!, You must love oranges to make a store out of it?"

" Yep! I grew up on an orange farm so, it practically in my blood now."

To the kids I make tiny crafts like pinwheels, orange peel dolls, etc. Today though would be the best pop-up year for me though when a boy with sad eyes disrespected oranges.

" Hm, oranges?"

A boy with curious eyes looks onto my sack or mandarins with a confused look.

" Well not exactly these are mandarins' kind of like oranges but, smaller and sweeter"

He looks between me and the mandarins with a quirked brow.

" But aren't they apart of the orange family?"

" Yes, but-"

" So, they are oranges."

I know sometimes the heat messes with people's brains but this right here, this is something else! I just looked at the boy with a tilted head and explains while yes, they are in the citrus family they are not like oranges they mostly like the little sister of an orange and not it's twin; he looks at me with those big eyes and just nods. He asked how much for three and I said $5, he buys the three and walks to a group of people by the ice cream shop...it's huge panda by them also I wonder if it's a cosplay?

*10 mintues later*

The sells today been pretty good! A nice older woman bought a pair of earrings and some clementines, a girl with a funky sense of style bought an orange plushie and a bunch of jewelry, and people bought the mandarins and oranges up! The boy walked by my both a few times to see other products or to show his friends the orange themed headphone cases I made in spare time. The sun started to set, and people died out slowly and the cool air settled in, I take a break to shop around seeing shops with different selling points was always my favorite part buying beads, flower seeds, and tiny toys was something I couldn't grow out of; as I walked I saw the boy again we brushed shoulders and I sent him a apologetic smile and continued walking without looking at him back, standing in line for a funnel cake order he comes back with a sheepish look.

" Oh hello, can I help you?"

" Oh yea! um...can I ask you a question?"

" Oh sure! What's up?"

" I couldn't get this off my mind but, what the difference between a clementine and a regular orange?"

To a normal person this is a regular question but when you've had people tell you that clementines are just oranges with a different growing method the topic is very bittersweet but, I tell him all the various differences between shape, taste, texture and etc. and by the time I'm done his eyes are bright and wide; he asks me why would I know all of these things and I tell him I grew up on an citrus farm growing oranges, clementines, limes and everything citrus. We walked along the boardwalk talking about our hobbies and how we are similar, he told me he goes to Tokyo Jujutsu High school just a few blocks down, I ask about the school, and he goes into how they just learn basic high school stuff but, with all the magical wizard stuff I didn't really get.

We walked back to my booth, and I handed him an clementine.

" Here, just so you know the difference."

His warm hand grabbed the fruit, and he peeled it, I took the peeling and within in a few seconds I made him a pinwheel, his eyes shined at the flavor of the fruit and tiny toy I just smiled and told him how to make one. I pulled him a chair and for what seems like minutes but really almost an hour we talked and ate some oranges and when his friends came over, we finished a whole sack full. Yuuta and I laughed over that, and exchange numbers and he went with his friends with a wave.

After a few more people came by to check things out I started to pack up my things when a peel of an ornage fell down from the table, and it read:

' I'm clemmy glad I've met you today. xoxo Yuuta'

With a smile on my face I texted him a pic of the orange peel with the caption

' Orange you glad you've met me? 😊'

Oranges, the fruit of heart.

Sah- De not Sade

Earthy Black reader x Denki Kaminari

Music. The one thing even I wouldn't give up for the world, to pop, to neo-soul, to even metal; I've been finding new artist recently at this record store by my apartment, the store is just a small business ran by a family of 4, their daughter has been with me since I was a kid moving to Japan because my dad got a new hero job was difficult; culture shock.

It's honestly too hot to be walking the street today, June heat and the fact my summer outfits ain't even giving just made my mood dop, then it some boy with yellow hair staring at me like I'm some newly discovered species!? Turing my head to look at the boy he just smiles and waves, a little taken back I just wave and speed walk into the record store, my best friend told me a new shipment of records from my favorite artist came in! SADE, even though it's a old album they vinyl was brand new got the cd in too! combing my finger through each album to grow my collection from Miseducation of Lauryn Hill to BLONDE by Frank Ocean even a CDs of Snoop Dogg and Selena was littered across each table. Picking up a Sade album when the werido from early comes up to me

" You like Sade? She's my-"

" I'm sorry but who is Sade?

" The woman on the album, Sade?" He looks just as confused as me.

" Baby this is SAH- DE not Sade hun"

"... Im pretty sure it not sah-dey but I like her music that one song-

" How she your favorite artist but you can't pronounce the band name?

... He just stares at me and pulls out his phone trying to prove me wrong with a recording of her saying her name, when she starts is smug smirk turns into a frown and I giggle at his deflated expression.

" Oh... it is sah-de and they are a band? I thought that was her name?"

" It's her stage name but also the band name, i dont undertsna d it either but she been my favorite singer since I was kid"

Fo the next few minutes we talk about our music taste, and I know I called him a werido before but, he's kind of cool getting past his confident mistake. I pay for my album, and he asks me if I had a boyfriend.

" And if I don't?"

" Then my plan worked and I could ask you out duhh"

" And if I dont accept"

His face turns a little gloomy making me giggle more as he lists all the reasons that going on a date with him would be worth my wild, I accept, and he slips me his number as I write my number down on his hand

" So, what plan did you have?"

" I heard the music in your headphones and I knew the band right, seeing you pick the album I acted like I didnt know her name"

" So...you lied?"

" And it worked idnt it" He boost a smirk on his face widen as i roll m eyes and chuckle"

" Your funny, a liar but funny you what's your name again?

" Denki, yours"

" y/n"

He writes a smiley face next to my number and name on his hand and we wave goodbye, I heard him say to a friend group that was waiting on him that he talked to me, and they laughed at him off as he tries to convince them.

" But it true! She even told me the band's name and everything!"

" Yea right and I'm Beyonce, now let's go before Aizawa beats our ass for missing training"

Snickering at the thought I walk aback home, a new boy in my mind as Kiss of Life plays through my ears.

A.N: ( I dont like the " Sade aesthetic " girlies because they all white with bad fashion sense. I make my claim with the fact I heard 5 people in my life say Sade name and band name wrong... THEY THOUGHT I WAS LYING TOO! But hope y'all like it! Love y'all <3

My Perfect

L x Chubby Reader

A.N: ( See even though im like late I STILL POSTED! im on like grind yall but, this man so fine I'm like i must write my deepest soul wrenching words about him)

I'm not perfect.

That's it. I tried every day as a kid to be perfect; pretty hair, small frame, soft voice everything to look desirable to others I tried to be. In high school I needed to be bold, thicker but not too thick, tall but too tall; never speak overly passionate it was a turn off, don't wear too much makeup it's like I'm a slut, and never can venture out and find a comfortable look for me. I never let the girl inside eat.

I wasn't berated though? Yes, I got stares when I wore something sitting and people saw my stomach, like yes mothafucka I got a stomach y'all thought it was a huge ass pot in my shirt? Yes, I did get the ' I'm sO cOnFideNt!' talk when I ate something like fruit, who doesn't like pineapple? When shopping I had looks of could I fit this or that and nobody ever comforted me when I would cry about not fitting jeans.

I was never perfect. But he never cared.

*Back to when Light didn't find the Death Note yet*

Log In: June 23, 2017

" What are you having for lunch?" was asked by my closest coworker, Maria she and I was friends since our college days when cramming information about law, statistics, and for some reason Shakespeare; we were forever. I turned to her in this damn rolling chair that was obviously not made for a girl with that thang back there, I mean why is half my leg practically on the floor? I thought about it for a second.

" I could go for quick burger, what about you?

" That's fine! Also did you finish your report? I didn't even get to..." I just stared at her though my head in space, Maria turned to see what I'm looking at and she saw a strange man walking inside the room.

" Um...I don't think he works here?"

" Is this when we got to fight for our lives? I don't have no weapon."

The man tall, dark unruly hair not curly though it looks like a one of those emo people from the 2000's like my chemical romance vibes, he has a homeless man look on him...its kind of sexy thought but, he doesn't work here?

We watch him while towards us and goes to the head manager cubicle that two rows ahead of us. We look at each other and look down acting like we're working but, we really being nosy. We hear only indicant chatter and the strange man's voice, his name is Riuzaki? Or Rukai? I don't know and our manager asked again, and he ignored the question and started talking about something different. Kind of rude but, with the way our manager is I'd do the same; Maria looks at me and looks at the time and tells me it our lunch break so, we both get up and I make sure to push down my jacket a habit I did as a teen to look slimmer, we walk out and down the little pathway to the front of the office when we get close to the strange man I turn my head down, his eyes immediately traced to me and he stared at me and he turned, kind of weird his eye contact was intense!

We walked over to the company lunch places inside it's a tiny burger spot filled with American dishes; we haven't really eaten there so we decided to try it out since it was also raining. Maria order first, a chicken salad with extra chicken and cheese with a large drink and dessert then it's me, a cheeseburger with fries and a large drink with a cookie; we wait a bit and sat down at a two-seat table and we talk about the sight we just saw.

" I wonder if he's trying to get a job here? "

" For what though? we ain't got nothing available yet."

" What if they fired somebody!? I heard but I didn't hear from department C that somebody was overusing company resources and they got let go."

" Omg, who?" Maria was going to say but we hear a buzz, and our food was ready we grabbed a tray and the person who gave us our orders gives me a look, ya'know the look of ' Breaking that diet huh?' Its common but still is annoying so I mean mug him back and he backs off. Sitting down we talk about our topics of choice like vacations, fashion trends, the latest news when the man from earlier comes down; didn't even see him till he pulled up a chair beside me and stared. Like what?

" Oh, Hello!" I introduced myself and Maria does the same, but how says nothing and stared at me.

" Are you going to eat that?" He points at a strawberry cookie I got, I look and shake my head "no' even though I was saving it I give it to him and smiled. He takes it and thanks me and then turned to Maria and asked how she feels about the company. Now, Maria is a sweet girl but, if she can't say her opinion without lying so she tries to say it's wonderful but, he caught on.

" Don't lie. I'm not going to do anything."

" Oh! but I'm not! really it's a won-"

" Your eyes turned up, when some people lie, they eyes turn up to think of somethings. Your hands turned over into a clasped position saying you're more of nervous than calm when I asked."

She's shocked and so am I, he takes a bite of the cookie and then looks at me to which I look away and he stares at me; deep black eyes pierced into, and I just look away because if I looked back what if he jumps me and I gotta kick and scream like that would be so embarrassing!

" Are you nervous?

" No, never"

" Hm...You look uncomfortable" He continued eating and I looked at Maria with a head tilt.

" So, what's making me uncomfortable."

" Your clothes, your shoes are hurting your feet by the way you walked quickly, and you have the heels of them off" He responded quickly, and I was shocked I mean he didn't lie. I just look and Maria excused her and mouthed ' Whoop his ass' and went to the bathroom, so now it's just us. We look at each other and I just shook my head and began eating again. He just looks at me and then turns his body towards me completely.

" What?"

" Do you like your position here?"

If I had the choice between working here and $20, I would pick $20 and a bag of skittles, it has it benefits from time to time but it not worth the headaches and long hours and I tell him just that. He hums and says nobody ever been that honest and I could care less, I listen and eat when he asked another question.

" If you're really don't like how you look why don't you change it"

It wasn't even a question it was like a statement like he knew, he knew from when he stared at me, he watched me. I look at him shocked and I just chuckled and threw the rest of my food away and left, texting Maria that I got sick. Walking away I see him get up and follow me, so ignored him; he just walked beside me and just looks either at me or around him hunched over like he finna throw up. Like what compells somebody to say that? Did he think I'm the one to try to play around with thing you'll get a good joke ooutta me? I should've shoved that damn drink up his stuck up ugy big headed-

" Your mumbling"

"...ok"

" If what I said made you mad just say it"

" If I did I'll go to jail for man slaughter."

He just chuckled, even though I'm pissed he sounded a little smexyyy but, I'll still beat his ass. I keep walking towards the parking lot, and he grabbed my arm asking can he be honest.

" I mean if back there wasn't honest I don't know what is"

He just stared (he got a staring problem) and began talking about how he meant that he saw me adjusting my jacket a habit he saw a lot of girls do when they want to look slimmer, then he saw the look his manger gave us me when I walked past, he said it was in utter disgust. As he went on all the insecurities from the past came again the girl inside of me just began to show, I looked at him blank, my hands started to sweat, my thoughts ran through me like a train, and I couldn't hold it anymore as a sob slipped through like butter from my mouth. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.

" Being a girl in Japan is hard, being black in Japan is harder, being a fat girl and black in Japan is like a war zone every day in my mind. From stares, to the so called ' complements', to everything inside growing out of me is like a constant war zone. Having men look at me like a 3rd class citizen is the problem, having girls treat me like I'm beneath them was the problem and no one had a problem with it."

" But who could care? It's not like I can change what they say with the attitude they expect from a black girl. I'm not perfect but, they wanted me to be and how am I going to achieve that? Huh?"

I stopped for one second and he just said nothing, all the bottled-up feelings I've had just overwhelmed me and I overshared.

" I think your perfect"

" Lying is a sin ya'know"

" Then good I'm an atheist. Your look is perfect."

How can somebody look perfect? With a body like this, my skin to people in this country are like a permanent plague, and my hair is just a warning to them on its own. I am not perfect, but he thinks I am. He's trying to help me feel better and it's not going to work.

" If this is perfect then-'

" You're not going to believe something if you denie it so much."

This man says that beautiful is different to everyone, like what people grew up with which is skinny, fair skin, and cute people they think it's a standard and everyone that's not all three of those traits are ugly. He said the way I feel is how he felt as a child he was never built manly, he was always so small and skinny people thought he was sick. It never bothered him; he seemed wiser as a kid then the whole world at its years; I couldn't even disagree with any statements I always found how people views change when they see unique things or common things and associate them with ugliness or beauty.

" For a homeless man your very smart"

"...I'm not homeless."

" Oh...then why you dress like you've seen a clothing store in life."

" I have seen a clothing store. I just don't see the appeal of dressing up."

He's an emo hippie. But nevertheless, I just listen and make my own few points. We continued walking and he stops me again.

" What's your name?"

" Reader Last Name, and your?

" Call me L"

' Hello L"

" Hello Reader"

Now we walk in comfortable silence, by the time I'm by the garage L asked for my number, his contact now ' Emo Hippie' and mines?

'My Perfect'

A.N: ( i finshed! I love this one because i feel this irl about my body type but, i got over it and it's kind of hard to write L's dialogue without making him sound rude because he's only nonchalant. But, let me know if you like it!

Sharkie 🦈

Soul Evans x Black reader

So, everyone has a unique thing about them Blackstar with his tattoo, Kid having weird ass stripes, Crona pink hair and all in between but what always is cool is how soul unique teeth and eye color sure red eyes are cool and all but shark teeth? Who customized him?? And as his girlfriend you love everything about but his teeth just have more love to them ig...

"Soul my pookie bear you eva cut yourself with those teeth of yours?" asking curiously as you cut him off when he was talking about whatever stupid idea him, and Star had.

" First off, not cool to cut off somebody and second when I was a kid it wasn't cool to start bleeding because your own teeth cut your mouth." So sassy...

" But like you know it my favorite part about you ya'know" you said as you get from your set to grab something to drink, Soul nods and then thinks... his teeth out of all his cool personality traits his teeth are your favorite?

" Why my teeth like it not that cool? I got a motorcycle AND I'm like super chill and laid back, like I'm the coolest dude in the school and my teeth is our favorite thing?

You tap your chin looking him over and nod confirming, listen Soul has a lot of things girls would think is cool but think about when you first met him, he seemed pretty dorky.

+ Flashbackkkkk +

' It's hotter than a mothafucka!' I think looking up at the blazing sun laughing his hot rays of heat onto my skin, my meister/ weapon is already breathing heavy, sweating, overall, just miserable. Getting accepted into one of the best weapon/ meister academy is like getting an invite to the grammies once and a lifetime and we were very under dress, being from the south myself this heat was not even trying to spare us ( Glorilla come to mf front!)

Making it to the top of the stair s we both fall to ground

" FINALLY! THANK GAWD" my meister/ weapon Coco (omg who??) said in complete anguish as I hold my knees trying to breath correctly when a girl in pigtail and a dude with spikey hair, a tall ass girl with a ponytail, two twins and a black and white dude comes up to us

" Hi! Welcome to the DWMA, I'm Mak-"

" Girl hold on! Don't you see we finna die right now!?"

" Coco! Don't- Don't be rude!" you say scolding your weapon/ meister for rude to them greeters, you smile at the Maka girl and introduce yourself, " Hi, my names y/n and that's Coco don't worry about her attitude right now, she tired"

" Tired is a understate girl, YOU SAID WE WAS GETTING CHAFFURED HERE!"

" And we did he drove us here all we had to do was walk?"

" Walk my ass we got cooked trying to learn y/n'

Rolling my eyes I ignore Coco complaints and ask about everyone names, one of the twins excitedly introduces herself as Patty and her sister Liz and the guy next to them is Kid, who names they child Kid?? The tall girl introduced herself as Tsubaki and talks about this Blackstar dude who to me seems to be invisible but never mind that and lastly the guy with spike hair said his name is Soul, Like I said Kid and Soul like emo is an understatement. Maka asks about what weapon class are we and we say we're a part of a man named Professor Stein class right now, she says we're in their class and we start walking into the school.

" Coco girl we made itt" We both squeal together holding hands in awe of how big the school is and listening to the group talk about how the DWMA works and what the classes do, when Soul starts talking I notice pointy things in his mouth and I squint my eyes and poke Coco to pay attention, Coco looks at me and him and starts looking too and the rudest things she did points it out

" What are you staring at him for? You think he cute or som- OW!

" Thats what you get for being rude I'm telling to pay attention instead of looking at the mirror" I say calming and he just smirks, HE HAS SHARK TEETH! Gasping I tell Coco to look, and she stares and gasps back

" OMG! Your like some of those shark people! Like off of Naruto"

" I was thinking more off of Spongebob the dude who was trying to Kill Spongebob?"

The excited twin blurts out his name and we look it up agreeing, he rolls his eyes and checks Coco back calling out her being tired after walking up some stairs

" OH! Well excuse me y/n? He insulted me!"

" You said he looks like he off spongebob I'd do the same thing"

" Nuh uh! I said his teeth!"

It's been about three months since our first day at the DWMA and things been pretty cool besides us having a run in with a demon sword and Soul almost bleeding out the school been cool, and we've gained some friends and some enemies, but I think I've been gaining more than a friend with one of the group members; Soul and I have been talking a lot 1-on-1 about random things and every time we part ways I run to Coco giggling about every little thing like when we took a ride on his motorcycle and we had like an almost unofficial official date and when he got my a copy of his headband but with my name and all things I like on there. Coco keeps telling me to confess and all but what if he doesn't like me like that? Like I know I'm a bad bitch but what if I'm not a baddie but a baddie that happens to be his friend? I constantly think about that, and it's put on a tiny strain on me and Soul's relationship.

Today Soul texted me about meeting up for a casual hangout away from the group and for the past ten minutes me and Coco looking for outfits and we found the perfect outfit, after fixing my hair and doing a 5-minute face Soul texts me he's outside. Getting out my dorm there he is checking his phone, and he smirks saying I took long enough, and we ride to our regular spot an arcade with a lot of pinball machines and fair games, hours of fun later we landed ourselves walking around Death City, our conversation switching from things like classes to missions to even crushes.

" So, you got a crush on anyone?" Soul asks and I laugh it off saying not really, walking in silence I look up to Soul staring at me a bit

" What?" I say giggling and he chuckles a bit saying I'm very giddy today which isn't out of the usual, but he wants to know why.

" Well I started to think I mayyy have a crush a somebody" He gets silent but still asks who.

" Well, he pretty funny, cool hair a bit, got a nice voice and -"

" KID! The guy with stripes is your crush!?"

" NO!"

" Oh- continue" turning his head away from my face and I laugh it off his concerned tone and continuted listing all the qualities this crush of mines has

" Oh! and he's pretty dorky always saying cool and walking funny it almost like he trying to impress someone " with my eyes landing onto him with each word his red eyes largen and he asks is it him and with a smile I nod and grab his hand as he gloats on how he knew all along and in his words ' Wanted you to confess first' yeah right...

" So, what do you think he seems pretty nice huh?" He smirks and wraps an arms around my shoulder and nods, walking me to dorm and leaving with a kiss a cheek.

+ Flashback over +

Laughing a bit at the memory of how we met I slide over to Soul who now playing some videogame and sit beside him playing with his hair and watching him play, " You were pretty dorky when we started dating" I comment poking his cheek and he groans at the memory telling him to never remind of his "uncool" actions again. Talking about he couldnt beileve still how his best attrabute to me is his teeth.

" Well it ain't your style"

" I have great style! This is the epitomy of the best fashion sense"

" A leather jacket isnt fashion Soul"

" Who says? YOU? Wearing navy in the summer?"

Gasping at his diss to my last date outfit I hit him over the head with a pillow repeatdly telling him to take it back, after a pillow and a quick talk about our favorite things about eachother I began to think of one last question, Did Soul the self proclaimed coolest dude alive BITE someone?

" Hey I got one more question"

" Yes, in the pool as a kid I'd act like a shark"

" um... thank you for that confession but I didn't say that

" oh... then no I didn't act like a vampire-"

" Did you ever bite someone"

... Complete silence as Soul stared at me weirdly and tried to run away from the question and being yourself you obviously tried to pry it out of him

" Cmonnn it's not that bad! Coco even did it!"

" Coco has the brain of a rabid animal so it checks out"

And for the past 10 minutes you ask crazy question and all Soul doesn't is gives you a look or ask you the same question. And Maka sitting in her room a few feet over thinks about telling you about the time when soul bit Blackstars ankle during a fight... but that for another time

.............................................................................................

My Zuzu!

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Let talk about how Izuku would be the perfect boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. Like forgot Bakugo tough but soft love and Kirishima gym rat love and look at how Zuku is like total boyfriend material!

-- Izuku who when he first discovers your pretty face quickly asks you about your quirk and backstory even how you got your hero suit designed! Writing everything you say with a quickness, but he doesn't even notice himself writing notes about your appearance like how your lip pucker when in thought, your eyes simmer when you talk about your favorite thing about your hero design, and how quickly your face animates itself to a new emotion every few sentences. After meeting him he makes a huge effort to get to know you besides your quirk and heroic morals he wants to know everything about you even things about your parents (he used those facts for when you start dating)

-- Izuku after months of being your friend fighting alongside you and you tending to some of his scars he starts to have more unfriendly thoughts about, and no not any freaky stuff more of he hates how you laugh at every flirty joke Denki makes or how he love that you fuss over him and his recklessness he just eats up every new hairstyle you get, every new shoe, new dress he just hasss to complement you making you smiles at him so hard he blushes under that gaze you give him. Too bad it took practically a whole pregnancy for him to confess!

-- Izuku would when makes dates makes sure he gets everything perfect from a small date to a cafe he gets you a tiny allmight keychain as a momentum, dates at the aquarium? a jellyfish plushie is in your arms by the end of shark's exhibit, a concert for the two of you favorite band? Oh, baby got a favor from Bakugo to get you their new album. He makes sure any cuddle dates are so cozy and warm so you can't leave his arms; with pillow forts and fresh popcorn and a cute Disney movie with his strong arms around you warming you up nicely. Izuku who covers you up in his bed is you fall asleep fist and gets one of his allmight plushie and places it in your arms

-- Izuku who is always touching you doesn't matter if it's your leg on his thigh or his hand holding your pinky, he just needs to touch you if you're going to be close to him but what about far away? He has a whole keychain of allmight that everyone knows is his and he attaches it onto your bag and boom now everyone even your teachers know your " Zuzu Baby"

-- Speaking of Zuzu baby, he loves pet names and since his name Izuku has about fifty names in it you choose ' Zuzu' which when you first called him it he face reddens a bit since you always gotta call him babe or baby he naturally registers his name to be Zuzu. He's a boy who doesn't care if his friends hear you call him this name because you call him it out of love and he can't ask for more, I mean your his baby what the need to go getting mad because you didn't call him Midoriya he doesn't even call you by your real name you baby, pretty boy/girl, beautiful, pretty, anything he could think of that remind him of your called it

-- Now even though he's soft he ain't no punk he just doesn't really get bothered by mean commets anymore (he was quirkless majority of his childhood this dude got more thick skin than Bakugo) he just laughs awkwardly and when alone he talks all his shit

" And Bakugo gonna call me useless!?"

" Nooo baby why you didn't say nothing?"

" He got kidnapped and nobody wanted to save him but Kiri! I would be pissed everyday too"

" Omg! Izu stop!"

-- Like Zuzu is messy also he was a quite kid y'all so when you thought he wasn't listening HE WAS, and since your if s/o then bookie he is talking so much shit and gossip with you to the point you look at him differently like where did my softy go? He just said he would whoop Todoroki's ass if he called him a mutt

" Baby really?"

" It'll take a while but I could!"

" Shoto? The fire and ice combo package?? You could whoop his ass?"

" If I was called a mutt! He'll have two scars"

Yea... he talks too much but, he gonna back it up especially if it was about you. He cares about your mental a lot so if you ever tell him you're feeling a bit down simply because a hoe talking shit, he got 508 Instagram accounts to troll them, and you'll never know

-- Izuku who is only a boy so sometimes that cute miniskirt gets the gears in his head turning, in his room right behind the hero journal he got a little book filled with drawings of you so detailed it almost creepy, a small page of you drawn in many lewd styles. Every make out session you feel hi hand twitch trying to stop himself from touching our hips or to fondle your chest when you cuddle

-- Izuku who when the time is right will show you, he isn't just Zuzu baby all the time his mind evreytime you change clothes wondering what will happen if he takes a peek at your naked form?

-- 'That'll never happen though, Izuku is too much of a sweetheart to be a perv right?' You think looking at him scribble in his book today you're in his room studying, you ask to see his book and he blushes shaking his head and hides the page from. After a few minutes he gets up to go to the bathroom now your chance!

Getting up from your spot you take a peek at the page and it just a drawing of you listening to music from earlier with cute love notes along the side, smiling you hide the page again not looking at the page behind it with you drawn with your tits out glistening in the sun.

We love Zuzu!

"I only tried to kill you because I love you. Why are you making this weird?"

❤︎ Synopsis. He was sent to assassinate the strongest archangel—swift, clean, no loose ends. Instead, he found a trembling, wide-eyed crybaby who sobbed uncontrollably when she accidentally stepped on a flower… and now he’s questioning if killing her or marrying her would be the greater sin.

♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy x Esper! Angel! Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. Mission: Assassinate. Problem: She’s a Dumbass - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 5,769

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has spent millennia in the shadows, serving as the Demon King’s most lethal operative. He was a ghost in the battlefield, a legend in the underworld. No job was too brutal, no target too innocent. He was the executioner of nations, the nightmare whispered among desperate prayers.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has infiltrated kingdoms, toppled empires, and danced on the edge of war with nothing but precision and a smirk. Assassination, sabotage, psychological warfare—he was a master of them all. A being so deeply entwined in darkness that even demons feared him.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was given his final mission—hunt down an esper archangel. Not just any archangel. You. An anomaly among Heaven’s finest. One of the strongest executioners they had, yet…

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who spent months tracking you, observing you, expecting a ruthless warrior, a divine enforcer of order and justice. What he found instead was a tiny, emotional crybaby. A woman who cried over a crushed ant on the sidewalk.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had once brought ruin to an entire celestial legion without flinching, now watching—dumbfounded—as you knelt on the ground, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, cradling the lifeless body of an insect like it was a fallen comrade.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you through city streets and holy sanctuaries, waiting for the moment you would switch, reveal the cold-blooded executioner the reports had spoken of. Instead, he found you screaming at a butterfly that landed on your shoulder.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured kings into submission and broken minds beyond repair, now watching as you performed emergency healing magic on a pigeon with a broken wing.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought this mission would be a challenge. Instead, he was left wondering if Heaven had made a mistake. Surely, they weren’t serious. This trembling, overgrown child—this emotional wreck—was an archangel?

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had anticipated battle but was now stuck in the most ridiculous surveillance of his life. You were either the greatest con artist he had ever seen… or just an idiot.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had studied countless profiles, memorized every report, and prepared himself for battle against a cold, unyielding executioner. Instead, he was now watching you collapse to your knees in the middle of the street, hands trembling, eyes wide with unshed tears.

What happened? Assassination attempt? Divine revelation? Some kind of cosmic disturbance?

No. You just watched a little kid drop their ice cream cone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands on the rooftop, utterly baffled as you—an archangel, a celestial executioner—wipe your tears aggressively, approach the sobbing child, and buys him a whole new ice cream while still crying harder he is.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you tear up over every single injustice in the universe, big or small. A beggar in the street? Crying. A stray dog looking hungry? Crying. Some flowers wilting in the summer heat? Crying and aggressively watering them while muttering apologies under your breath.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who starts thinking, Alright, maybe she’s just too empathetic. A weak point. That’s useful.

Then he watches you have a full-on emotional breakdown in a bookstore.

"Why?" a passing customer asks, watching you clutch a novel to your chest like it personally betrayed you.

"It's—it’s just—the main character’s so lonely," you hiccup, voice wobbly, "and the author said they’re not getting a sequel—so—so they’ll always be alone. FOREVER."

The customer backs away. The employees are scared. The cashier is scared.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides Alright, she’s emotionally weak, this will be easy.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you cradled the tiny, lifeless bug in your hands, your face contorted in absolute devastation, tears streaming down your cheeks like a busted faucet.

"I’m so sorry—!! I didn’t see you! You were so tiny! Oh no—!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stared in utter disbelief as you attempted to perform HEALING MAGIC on the poor insect. A caterpillar.

"Please, please, you were just trying to be a butterfly someday—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured warlords without blinking, now watching you hyperventilate over a bug with the emotional stability of a shattered teacup.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you for days, expecting—hoping—this was a one-time occurrence. It was not.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the very next day, saw you in the middle of a park, absolutely losing your mind over a bird with an injured leg.

"OH NO—who did this to you?! WHO WOULD HURT YOU—?!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that no one had “hurt” the bird—it probably just landed wrong. But there you were, on your knees, gently wrapping its tiny leg with a glowing, ethereal light, like a medieval doctor mourning a fallen soldier.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listened in horrified fascination as you whispered encouragement to the damn pigeon.

"You’re going to be okay, I promise—just hold on, little guy, you’re so strong, you’re so brave—!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, at this point, was beginning to suspect he was being pranked by Heaven.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, a few days later, found you sitting alone in a garden, staring at the sky with glassy eyes, tears pooling and dripping down your cheeks like some kind of tragic painting.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually, for a split second, thought something serious might have happened. Maybe some celestial catastrophe. Maybe an apocalyptic prophecy. Maybe—

"The sun looks so lonely today."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who felt his soul leave his body.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched you dissolve into another emotional breakdown over the sun. The actual sun.

"He’s always shining for everyone, but does anyone ever ask if he’s okay? Does anyone ever tell him he’s doing a good job?!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was now convinced that you were either the most compassionate being in existence or a cosmic mistake.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the next week, had the misfortune of witnessing yet another crisis. This time, it was over a fucking fish.

"WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME FISH CAN DROWN?! THEY LIVE IN THE WATER—HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who genuinely considered breaking his cover just to slap some sense into you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was used to angels being cold, merciless creatures, wielding divine judgment like a blade, who knew firsthand how ruthless and terrifying they were in battle—and yet. And yet. Here you were, crying into your hands because some random goldfish didn’t get enough oxygen.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was beginning to think you were not a divine warrior but some sort of overgrown, emotionally unstable child when he caught you having a full-blown existential crisis over a dead goldfish in a pond.

"The world is cruel… Life is so fleeting… This poor soul never got to experience love…"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had never in his entire life questioned the nature of Heaven—until now.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided, after much careful observation, that he simply had to mess with you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was, at this moment, watching you tremble like a little kitten in a thunderstorm just because he greeted you.

"Oh, did I scare you? My apologies," he said smoothly, tilting his head with the perfect balance of charm and professionalism.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite knowing how skittish you were, was not expecting you to jump like you’d been struck by lightning.

"Oh! U-Uhm! No! No, not at all, haha! I was just—uh—thinking! Very deeply! I-I do that! I think! A lot!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost choked on his own spit.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had flawlessly assumed the guise of a wise, mature traveling angel, a divine messenger of Heaven, just to see how you would react.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was not prepared for how much of an absolute dumbass you were.

"You seem troubled, little one," he mused, tone light, gentle. "Is something the matter?"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was expecting you to be skeptical, wary, cautious—maybe even silently calculating. That’s how real executioners behaved.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, instead, watched you absolutely malfunction.

"M-Matter? Uh, no! Nope! No, I’m totally fine! Super fine! Everything’s great, haha!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that nothing in your life was ever fine because you had the emotional resilience of wet tissue paper.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, just for fun, leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

"Are you sure? You seem... tense."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who nearly lost his composure when your entire soul left your body.

"I—I’M NOT TENSE! THIS IS JUST—JUST HOW I STAND!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could feel your distress radiating off you like heatwaves in the desert.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite all logic, was deeply entertained.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to test something.

"You must be busy," he said with a practiced, knowing smile. "A powerful executioner such as yourself surely has many important duties."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you completely blanked out.

"Uhm—!! Yes!! I do!! Many—uh—important duties!! Very important! Super important!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew you were lying because not even five minutes ago you had been feeding ducks and crying because one of them didn’t like your breadcrumbs.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who let his smirk widen ever so slightly.

"Ah, of course. You must be so fearsome on the battlefield."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who swore he saw you twitch at that.

"Uh, haha! Yes! Fearsome! That’s—uh—that’s me!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who narrowed his eyes just slightly.

"And yet," he said smoothly, "you seem so... gentle."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had expected some flustered response, maybe more awkward stammering, but instead—

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you shut down completely.

Your whole body went rigid. Your eyes, which had been darting around in panic, lowered to the ground. Your hands, which had been fidgeting, went still.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who noticed the way you instinctively withdrew, like a turtle retreating into its shell.

"I—um. I—I try," you mumbled.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately took note of the shift.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realized that, with other people, you weren’t the same emotional wreck you were when alone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, saw the difference—how you weren’t loud, or animated, or dramatic. Instead, you were reserved. Shy. Almost small.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, in that moment, realized something incredibly important.

You had no idea he had been watching you all this time.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite being an unholy monster with millennia of experience, is absolutely baffled by your sheer levels of dumbassery.

"Ah, little one, have you been well?"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as your entire body seizes up like a malfunctioning automaton.

"Uh—uhm—I—yes! No! Wait! Uhhh—"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is fascinated as you go through all five stages of grief just trying to answer a basic question.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, in real time, as your brain completely blue-screens.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides to test the limits of your dumbassery.

"You dropped your halo," he says smoothly.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is, in fact, staring directly at your perfectly intact halo floating above your head.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost chokes when you actually look down.

"OH NO—wait—huh—where—?! W-WAIT—"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you frantically pat your head like a person who just realized they lost their glasses while they were wearing them.

"OH—OH! HAHA! YOU—YOU MEANT AS A JOKE! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who does not laugh because he knows damn well you actually fell for it.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to suppress the urge to pat your head and tell you to go sit in a corner so your brain could cool down.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to change tactics.

"You seem nervous around me," he observed.

"Wh—WHAT? ME? N-NERVOUS? NO!!!" you screeched, tripping over absolutely nothing and nearly face-planting into the dirt.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually reached out on instinct to steady you because there was a very real chance you would break your neck from your own stupidity.

"Be careful," he murmured, steadying you with ease.

Your eyes went comically wide. Your entire body locked up. Your wings fluffed up like a startled pigeon.

"I—I—I—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched in morbid fascination as you immediately entered critical system failure.

"U-UH—I—I NEED TO GO—I HAVE TO—TO—UM—UH—" you flailed, pointing in a random direction.

"You don’t even know where you’re pointing," he deadpanned.

"YES I DO!!" you shouted, before turning and sprinting straight into a tree.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who just stood there, watching as you sat on the ground, holding your head, actually tearing up from the impact.

"Why does nature hate me..." you whimpered.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to turn away because he was genuinely about to laugh.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has come to a very serious, very terrifying conclusion.

You weren’t just an idiot.

You were his idiot now.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has successfully manipulated archangels before—except, apparently, you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finds you, yet again, in your usual spot: sitting in a sunlit patch of grass, surrounded by tiny animals, looking like an absolute dumbass.

"Oh no, little guy!! I’m so sorry—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, out of morbid curiosity, watches as you cradle a worm in your hands, crying.

"I didn’t see you! I—I stepped too close—!! I’m so sorry—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes you’re literally apologizing to a worm.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listens as you frantically try to comfort the worm, your tiny wings drooping.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take you home! It’s okay—look, I’ll find some dirt!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has to look away for a second to compose himself because there is no way you’re a real person.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finally steps closer and casually clears his throat.

You freeze.

Your wings fluff up.

Your grip on the worm tightens in panic.

"I—UHHH—"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches in slow motion as you panic so hard you accidentally crush the worm in your hands.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands in stunned silence as you stare at your hands.

"—OH NOOOOOOOO—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now watching a supposedly infamous, deadly archangel sob over a worm murder that was entirely your fault.

"I—I DIDN’T MEAN TO—!! I’M A MONSTER—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who honestly can’t believe you’re the same person responsible for massacring entire demon battalions.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who kneels down beside you, resting his elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, as he watches you have an actual existential crisis.

"You’re taking this surprisingly hard for an executioner," he comments dryly.

"I KNOW—!!" you wail.

"…You kill things for a living."

"I KNOWWWWWWW—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who observes as you dramatically clutch your chest like you’re in a soap opera, absolutely devastated.

"He had a family, probably—!! Oh, they’ll never know what happened to him—!!"

"…He was a worm."

"He had a LIFE—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly, violently wants to laugh.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who smirks instead, tilting his head slightly.

"You’re… quite different from other archangels," he muses.

You sniffle, rubbing your eyes, entirely missing the way he’s analyzing your every reaction.

"Uhm… I guess so…?"

"You keep to yourself a lot. I never see you with the others."

You immediately shrink into yourself.

You hesitate.

Then—quickly, too quickly—"I just like animals more!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who definitely caught that.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who notices that, for all your loud, emotional outbursts, you immediately close off when it comes to actual emotional vulnerability.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees, firsthand, how you can cry for a worm, but when asked about yourself, you physically retreat.

"…That so?" he hums, watching as you nod, forcing an innocent little smile.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly has the urge to rip apart whatever or whoever made you this way.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you return to your animals, playing it off like nothing happened.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes—for all your emotions, for all your softness—you’re still untouchable.

And for the first time in a long time,

He wants to break something.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is currently sitting in a field, surrounded by rabbits, staring at you.

"So," he says casually, leaning back on his elbows. "You’re really not gonna let me in, huh?"

You freeze.

Your hands are trembling as you feed a baby squirrel. You’re clearly nervous.

And yet, somehow, somehow, you still keep him at arm’s length.

You. A literal dumbass.

"I—um." You fidget, eyes darting. "Wh—What do you mean—??"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has pulled every psychological trick in the book, and you still won’t let him get close.

You don’t treat him like an enemy. You don’t suspect him. You trust him.

And yet, you hold back.

"It’s just interesting," he drawls, watching your every microexpression. "You’re gullible. An open book. But somehow, I get the feeling you’re still keeping secrets from me."

You flinch.

He notices.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has literally not once failed at worming his way into someone’s head.

Except you.

"I-I don’t know what you mean," you stammer, avoiding his gaze, ears turning red.

You’re lying.

You’re a terrible liar.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is watching the most naive, clueless, pure-hearted idiot outplay him without even realizing it.

And it is infuriating.

"You trust me, don’t you?" He tilts his head. "We’re friends, aren’t we?"

You nod quickly.

"Of course!!"

"Then why do I feel like you don’t actually trust me?"

You panic.

"I—I do!!" you insist, flapping your hands like an idiot. "I promise!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you try so hard to sound convincing, but your whole body is screaming RUN.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has manipulated angels into betraying their own and demons into tearing themselves apart—who is currently being held at emotional gunpoint by the single dumbest creature he has ever met.

And he hates it.

He should have had you wrapped around his finger by now.

But no.

No.

Somehow, despite your gullibility, despite your literal childlike stupidity, you still won’t let him past the gate.

He’s been playing this game for centuries.

And you—a stammering, nervous wreck of an angel—are winning.

And the worst part?

You don’t even realize it.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has tried everything.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has played every card.

Friendship? That was his first strategy. He’s patient. Gentle. Maybe you’re just naturally slow to warm up.

Courting? Not that he ever needed to court before—usually, people just fall into his hands like dumb birds, but fine. Flowers. Chivalry. All that romance novel bullshit.

Casual intimacy? A guiding hand on the small of your back. A lingering gaze. Nothing. You blink at him like a confused rat.

Damsel-in-distress bait? He faked getting wounded, and you CRIED. Not because you cared about him, but because, “Oh no!! I don’t know how to help!! I—oh!!” then proceeded to panic and pray over him like a lunatic.

Making you jealous? HAH. Good luck. He might as well have been flirting with a lamp post.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has used every manipulation tactic known to man, demon, and celestial alike.

And nothing.

You’re still keeping him at arm’s length.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy tried being friendly. He’s tried being charming. He’s tried mirroring your emotions, slipping into your comfort zone, weaving himself into your world like an invisible thread.

He’s tried being patient.

He’s tried being persistent.

He’s tried being so damn likable that even an angel as dumb and naive as you should have fallen for it by now.

You—who trusts too easily. You—who gets emotionally attached to anything that breathes.

And still, you won’t let him in.

It’s maddening.

It’s infuriating.

It’s—

"—huh?"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy sees you.

And for the first time in centuries, something twists in his chest like a knife.

You're with someone.

A human.

A priest.

Some lowly, weak, insignificant little human priest.

And you—you, the dumbass crybaby archangel who can’t even hold a normal conversation without looking like you're about to malfunction—are blushing.

Blushing.

You’re fidgeting.

You’re stammering.

You’re looking away, your hands twitching like you don’t know what to do with them.

Like some nervous, inexperienced girl—

Like some lovesick little—

His entire body locks up.

For the first time, ♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy feels something cold crawl down his spine.

It’s not rage.

It’s not jealousy.

It’s something worse.

"…What?"

He doesn’t reveal himself.

He doesn’t move.

He watches.

And his world tilts.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never thought he'd hesitate. Not once in his long, blood-soaked life.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows that patience is the sharpest knife. And he has been so patient with you.

So why—why now—does he hesitate?

You’re with him. That human priest.

You’re laughing softly. Smiling. You’re speaking in a voice he’s never heard before—quiet, gentle, uncertain. Your hands are fidgeting, your eyes darting down, nervous, awkward. The same way you are with him, but… different. Softer.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy has never seen you like this.

You—who cry over dead bugs, who sob over spilled milk, who trip over your own feet and wail like the sky is falling.

You—who hide your hands when they shake, who clasp them in your lap and bite your lip and tremble when you think no one is looking.

You—who have never let your guard down around him.

But you’re doing it now.

Voluntarily.

With him.

Not with him.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy doesn’t move. Doesn’t interrupt. Doesn't step forward and tease you, doesn’t mock you for being such a damn fool, doesn’t rip that moment apart just to see you squawk and flail and cry about it later.

Because for the first time, ♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy is feeling something he doesn’t want to analyze.

And for the first time in his existence, he doesn’t pull the trigger when the shot is perfect.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought he understood you better than anyone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen you at your absolute worst—crying, sniffling, wailing over nonsense like a broken teacup, tripping over absolutely nothing, and somehow managing to be the most powerful archangel while having the IQ of a concussed pigeon.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows exactly how to make you flustered, exactly how to get under your skin, exactly how to make you sputter and cry and stomp your feet in frustration like some bratty little dove.

So why—why, in all the hells and heavens—do you look like that right now?

You’re sitting there, staring off into space, with that blank, dumbass look on your face, the one he normally loves because it means you’re about to say something so outrageously stupid that it takes him hours to recover from laughing.

But now—now it’s different.

You’re airheaded, but… soft. Dreamy. Like you’re lost in some private little world.

Like you’re thinking about someone.

Like you’re thinking about him.

And not him.

His jaw clenches.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who doesn’t visit you today. Doesn’t tease you, doesn’t push you, doesn’t press himself into your space just to watch you squirm.

He watches instead.

Watches the way your fingers fidget, playing with the hem of your sleeve.

Watches the way your lips twitch into a faint, dopey little smile.

Watches the way you look down, lost in thought, looking just a little too damn pretty.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something dark and wrong coil in his gut.

Something tight. Something ugly. Something that makes his fingers twitch, that makes his vision blur, that makes his instincts scream at him to move, move, move.

For the first time, he doesn’t feel like teasing you.

For the first time, he doesn’t feel like playing.

Because for the first time, he wants to rip something apart.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never considered himself an emotional man.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could lie, deceive, infiltrate, kill, and walk away without a single flicker of regret.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought you were a game. A pretty little idiot, a skittish dove, something fragile to toy with, to break, to keep.

So why did he feel this when he saw you looking at someone else like that?

When he saw you sitting there, hands folded, eyes soft, looking at a mortal like he was the sun and you were some pathetic flower desperate for warmth?

Something in his mind snapped.

Because he knows you.

Knows that you’re not even close with your own kind.

Knows that you keep everyone at a distance, keep him at a distance.

And yet, this man—this human—was enough for you to let your guard down?

No.

No, that wouldn’t do.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who lets you have your moment. Lets you smile, lets you blush, lets you bask in the illusion of safety.

Because it makes the punishment so much sweeter.

You freeze.

You go utterly still.

The morning dew clings to the leaves, the usual creatures that keep you company have gone silent, and the air feels wrong.

Your usual quiet sanctuary, the place where you retreat to, where you nurse wounded animals and rest your weary little heart, has been defiled.

By him.

The body is still warm.

Still fresh.

A human man, kind eyes forever frozen in horror, his blood staining the soft grass at your feet.

His throat slit, precise and surgical.

No mess, no evidence of struggle, no lingering aura of a fight.

Because there wasn’t one.

Because he didn’t stand a chance.

And beside the corpse, placed deliberately, something just for you—

A single white feather.

Your own.

Plucked straight from your wing.

You don’t have to turn around to know who’s watching you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who’s always watching you.

And for the first time, he doesn’t tease.

Doesn’t smirk.

Doesn’t laugh.

Just stares, dark eyes fixed on you from the shadows, waiting for your reaction.

Waiting to see if you finally understand.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen a lot of things in his lifetime. Who has danced with death more times than he can count, slipped into places he shouldn’t be, and walked out without a single scratch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought he knew you.

The blubbering idiot. The naïve, nervous little thing that could barely hold eye contact with him. The jittery archangel who cried at the sight of a scraped knee and spoke like a lost child.

So why…

Why was he bleeding?

The knife had nearly gone through his throat.

Nearly.

Had he been just a second slower, had his instincts been just a fraction duller, he would’ve been dead.

And it wasn’t just a lucky hit.

That was an execution. A professional one.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately distances himself, eyes flickering with something sharp, something excited, something deadly. His pulse pounds in his ears, not from fear—but from the thrill.

He watches as you stand there, emotionless, cold, your usual trembling gone, your meekness stripped away like it never existed.

Then you speak.

Clear. Calculated. Ruthless.

Reciting the laws of Heaven like a well-trained executioner, syllables precise and absolute, each word carrying the weight of divine judgment.

You do not raise your voice.

You do not hesitate.

You do not flinch.

"Article 7, Section 12 of the Divine Mandates: Any entity that slaughters an innocent in sanctified ground shall be purged immediately. No trial. No exceptions."

The blade glints in the light as you move again—silent. Merciless.

And he—he—for the first time in a long, long while—

Is caught off guard.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought your trembling, nervous hands were a sign of weakness. Who thought your skittish glances and teary eyes were just proof that you were a fragile little thing—one that needed his protection.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now locked in combat with you, and there is nothing weak about you.

Not the way you move—silent, ruthless, every strike calculated, every parry a death sentence in disguise. Not the way you react—no emotion, no hesitation, just pure, unrelenting precision.

Not the way you don’t mourn the body he left for you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees no grief in your expression, no sadness, not even anger.

Just a switch.

Cold. Unfeeling.

Mechanical in its execution.

This is the one they call Judge Executioner.

He tests a counterattack—quick, a feint to throw you off.

You don’t fall for it. You don’t fall for anything.

You only strike.

And it’s him or you.

For the first time, he knows—

This isn’t a hunt.

This is a trial.

And he is the one being judged.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has always loved the sound of his own voice, especially when it’s pissing someone off.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the taste of iron in his mouth, laughing as he dodges the edge of your blade by a hair.

“Damn, sweetheart. Didn’t know you liked it rough.”

No response.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tries again, cocky and teasing, side-stepping your next attack with ease.

“What? No cute little stutters today? Not even a—oof, okay, ow, that was close, fuck—babe?”

Still nothing.

No reaction. No irritation. No nothing.

Not even when he calls you babe.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, realizes he’s not fighting you.

He’s fighting it.

The machine. The executioner. The law given form.

Not the nervous wreck who used to flinch when he got too close. Not the bumbling idiot who tripped over their own feet when trying to run away from him.

This? This thing in front of him?

It doesn’t care.

And worse—

It doesn’t listen.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who dodges another one of your brutal strikes, grinning through the burn of a fresh cut on his cheek.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who huffs out a laugh, flicking the blood off his blade as he dances just out of reach.

“Damn, sweetheart. You always this rough with your best friends?”

No reaction.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who twirls his dagger between his fingers, watching for even the slightest shift in your expression.

“Cold. Really cold.” He clicks his tongue, tilting his head with a smirk. “Kinda hot, though. You wanna roleplay or somethin’? You know, ‘cause if you wanted to—"

You don’t even hesitate, your next attack slicing through the air like a guillotine.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who laughs, who wheezes as he barely avoids having his head lobbed off.

“Oh, c’mon, you’re breaking my heart here.”

He ducks. You aim higher. He feints. You don’t fall for it.

“Not even a little blush? No shaky hands? Nothing?”

Still. Nothing.

Not even a flicker of recognition in your eyes.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something ugly coil in his stomach at that.

Oh.

Oh, he really doesn’t like this.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who exhales sharply, a flicker of amusement curling his lips even as his own wounds ooze fresh blood.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, eyes gleaming with amusement as you spit blood—dark, viscous, tainted—onto the ground between you.

"Finally kicked in, huh? Thought you'd last a little longer."

Odorless poison from the corpse of that deceased bitch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you stagger but stay upright, eyes narrowed, face pale, but still—still—you don’t retreat.

“Damn,” he chuckles, rolling his shoulders despite the pain. “Guess I really outdid myself with that one, huh?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, gaze flicking to the darkened blood you just spat onto the ground, mixing with the carnage beneath your feet.

“Not gonna lie, sweetheart,” he hums, voice almost gentle as he wipes his own bloody lips, “you usually bounce back from worse. But me? I tailor-made that poison just for you. Your kind. Angelic regeneration ain’t worth shit if the poison was built to devour it.”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who expects hesitation, maybe a flash of fear in those cold, calculating eyes of yours.

But you don’t hesitate. You don’t even flinch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, fascinated, as you raise your blade again, steady despite the way your body sways.

“...Oh?”

For the first time, he takes a step back.

Not out of fear.

But because he’s starting to realize—

Even poisoned. Even wounded. Even with death crawling up your throat—

You aren’t backing down.

You won’t back down.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who whistles low, both impressed and so, so entertained.

“Man, you really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the blood in his teeth as you raise your weapon again, not even hesitating.

Oh.

Oh, you’re still going to try to kill him.

Even now.

Even dying.

And fuck—he thinks he might just love you for that.

♡ A/N #1 (Feb 10). Me thinking Sakamoto Days is an apocalypse action series based on the manga covers. It’s not. It’s so freaking legit. Basically ‘The Way Of The Househusband’ remastered. “Can I copy your homework?” “Ok, but don’t make it obvious.” I love both series. Also can’t take his younger self seriously, he looks like that one guy from Tokyo Revengers. But seriously, I watched the anime, so legit wahahhahahahaha. So I knew I had to make a story inspired by it. Yes, I’m recommending it. Watched it in Netflix. A mix of The Way Of The Househusband, Terminator, and One Punch Man. I love it. Also favorite manga is One Punch Man. The humility of MC and satirical plot of OPM are my favorite parts of it. Also... I was supposed to make this into a kinder yandere until I accidentally turned him into basically Tartaglia.

♡ A/N #2 (Mar 24). Yes, I'm resurrecting my old cursed drafts. I still cringe but it's better than letting it sit in the backburner. No. I will not edit this anymore. Unfortunately, I get terribly bored pretty easily.

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♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4 [you are here]. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

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♡ Book 6. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

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How They’d React

A Headcanon List - Reader Insert

How [name] would react to:

You wearing their clothes

You surprising them at work for the first time

You telling them you were pregnant

Waking up next to you for the first time

Seeing you naked for the first time

You surprising them at home after they’d been a work all day

You baking them their favourite treats without them even needing to ask

Seeing you talking to your ex

Finding you crying

Hearing that you were seriously injured

Realising what they said had hurt you

Hearing other people flirt with you

Bumping into you all the time when you’re nothing but strangers to each other

You asking them out on a date rather than the other way around

Seeing you in your wedding attire

Being there when you gave birth to your first child

Finding out you hadn’t seen their favourite movie or tv show

Finding out you’d dated someone they knew/one of their friends in the past

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