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I have never seen a single episode of Mha in my life.
But this...
this has made me feel a certain way.
And I don't know if a good way or bad way.
I was honestly shaken.
And I'm gonna read it again XD
An Eye for an Eye // yandere poly EraserMic x Reader
a concept i teased a little while back and decided to make into a full story! I originally wanted to get this out on halloween, but you all see how that’s worked out :p
tags/warnings for angst, violence and physical fighting, kidnapping, abuse, manipulation, obsession, failed escape attempt, so on so forth im not even sure what all to tag at this point. this is honestly pretty long for me to be posting the whole thing on tumblr, so prepare for a long read, this bad boy sits at almost 8000 words!
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“Food’s good tonight. Did you try something new with the sauce?”
“Oh, you noticed, huh? Yeah, I thought I’d try somethin’ different, ya know? Switch it up!”
You could applaud these two for keeping their tones so casual, if the fact didn’t make you so disgusted, that is. It takes everything you have not to cringe when you happen to glance over to meet a pair of bright green eyes looking at you filled with adoration. “What do you think, babe? Thought I’d put some of yer favorite flavors in it! Ya like it?”
Another dinner, another forced bonding session. You just give Yamada a look of muted hatred, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, not a sound leaving your mouth as you just look back down to your meal. A few more bites, just a few more bites, and you’d go back to your room, you tell yourself. God, even just sitting here with them was like some kind of fucked-up domestic torture. They didn’t deserve to hear you speak.
Hizashi doesn’t seem to take the hint, scooting his chair closer to yours from around the small circular dining table. “Aw, don’t be that way, sugar! I’m just tryna see whatcha like, since you’ve barely been eatin’ lately!”
You scowl, muttering under your breath. “Gee, I wonder why. Such a fucking mystery.”
Just like that, it’s quiet again, nothing but the occasional clink of silverware against the ceramic plates. The blonde pouts, unsure how to reply to your hostility, taking a moment to sip from his wine, shooting his partner a look from across the table while long slender fingers drum against the hard, wooden surface almost anxiously. Shouta finally clears his throat to break the silence.
“So,” The instructor begins while you’re mid-bite. “the next time you feel like playing locksmith, you should probably reconsider.”
There’s a noticeable tensing of your posture, and you have to clear your throat as your food seems to stick in your airway. “See, I was going to get something out of our lockbox the other day,” Scarlet liquid spins around in the wineglass as Aizawa swirls it casually. “and wouldn’t you know, someone thought it would be cute to try and get in it without the key, and wound up breaking the lock.” His dark eyes narrow at you. “So? Care to explain?”
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