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☆~Eijiro Kirishima~☆

Requested by: Spaghetti_Marinara

You know how I said I wanna experiment with doing yandere character x character?

Yeah :3

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☆~°¤ | I Thought You Cared | ¤°~☆
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"Come on, where is he? Where'd he go?" Bakugou asked, running through the hallways of the school.

Kirishima had, what seemed to be, a panic attack during class, and ran out of the classroom. After twenty minutes passed, Bakugou started getting worried, and went to go find him.

He suddenly heard a scream ring out through the hallways.

"Oh, that's probably not a good sign..."

As he kept running, he noticed a door was slightly open, and he heard someone crying coming from inside it.

He pushed open the door to the empty classroom.

"I'm such a horrible person... I'm so selfish... I'm not even that strong... I'm not good enough, I'm never good enough... he'll just end up leaving me... I doubt he even cares about me..."

"Hey, Kirishima. You ok?"

Kirishima looked up from his arms, and saw Bakugou standing there.

"Am I-?" He looked the other way for a second. "Y-yeah... I... I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"Huh-"

"You think I didn't hear what you were just saying?"

"You... you heard-"

"Yeah. I... don't know if this will help, but just... don't believe yourself, ok? Because... I don't know if you were talking about me, but if you were..." Bakugou kneeled down, and grabbed Kirishima's hands. "I really do care about you, Kiri."

'Did he... really just say that...?'

'He cares about me.....?'

'That... that's so... amazing! Not only does he care about me, he actually admitted it!'

'Hahaha I never thought he'd tell me!'

Kirishima was so happy when he heard that.

But... for some reason, after having that confirmed for him...

He felt... jealous. It felt like Bakugou wasn't spending as much time with him.

'Does he... does he not actually love me?'

'But he said he did!'

'Was he lying to me?!'

'How could he?!'

'Wait... no... this isn't Bakugou's fault. It can't be.'

'It's not that he was lying when he said he loved me...'

'It's that everyone knows he loves me, and just wants to steal him from me.'

'They all want me to die so they can have him to themselves.'

'That must be it.'

'I'll show them.'

'I'll kill them... I'LL KILL THEM.'

'I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll-'

His mind slowly spiraled out of control as he thought about killing his classmates.

He'd pin their intestines to the wall like streamers.

Use their skin as a bag for a present.

Use their veins as ropes to tie the present bag shut.

Use their teeth to make necklaces and bracelets.

Use their bones to make decorations.

He eventually did just that.

Bakugou went out for the day, so that gave Kirishima the perfect opportunity to.

He placed the present down in the skin bag he made, and tied the bag shut with veins, just like he'd planned.

The door to the dorms opened.

Kirishima turned around, holding the gift 'bag' tightly.

"H-hey... what the fuck is this...?" Bakugou asked. "What's with the guts? Why are you so bloody, Kiri? What are you holding? What's going on?"

"I... got... a present... for you, Bakugou." Kirishima said, taking deep breaths between every word, presenting the bag.

"What-"

"Take it. I spent a while making it... I hope you love it~"

Bakugou nervously grabbed the bag.

He untied it.

And then the gift was revealed.

A heart.

An actual heart.

Like, one that came from a person.

This can't be real.

This isn't real.

It's not real.

There's no way.

This had to be a nightmare.

But it wasn't.

This was real.