°Yandere! Eijiro Kirishima X Perceptive! Reader°
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"Good morning man!"

A young redhead with a masculine voice called, approaching a familiar boy with angry steamy red eyes. "The hell took you so long?!"

Kirishima stroked the back of his head with nervous laughter, and soon lowered his eyes to his halfway buttoned shirt. "I woke up late, and barely had time to get dressed. Seriously ... we stay in the same dormitory, and not even one wake up call.."

Meanwhile Bakugou scoffed, his eyes shifting away. "It's not my fault you're irresponsible, you extra." His words caused Kirishima to slouch.

"That's harsh, Bakugou -- Oh yeah, where's [Y/N]?" He asked, peering around. The male in front of him grunted in irritation, and began to walk. "Like I care where she is!"

Kirishima frowned at his words, but knew it was all apart of his nature. Eventually, he spotted you running down the sidewalk, your glasses nearly slipping from the bridge of your small nose.

"I-I'm sorry that I'm so late!" You panted heavily, placing your hands on your knees. Bakugou immediately stiffened upon your arrival, and simply glared. Meanwhile, the male beside him became breathless for a split second.

Today the three of you were going to hang out as a group, have some fun. But the two didn't anticipate that you'd come formally dressed.

You wore a smooth denim dress that had sleeves as well as a collar, followed by a brown thin belt wrapped around your waist. And to perfectly match your outfit, you wore brown lacey boots and held a leather purse.

Your hair was wrapped back into a messy bun, while loose strands from each side of your cheeks dangled.

You pushed up your lenses and noticed Kirishima eyeing you. It made you feel slightly queasy inside, but you managed to overthrow the feeling with your curiosity. "Hm? Is there something on my face?"

Hearing your soft voice caused the redhead to turn the opposite way. "No, sorry about that. Let's get going!" And as Kirishima spoke, Bakugou was already ahead.

You walked slightly in front of Kirishima, leaving just a bit of space between you and him. You didn't want the gap to widen or else he'd get a feeling of insecurity.

Believe it or not, you and Kirishima aren't really close to each other, despite the fact you hang around each other often. You didn't know what he liked or disliked, his hobbies, favorite color, nothing at all. He remained a mystery in your eyes, but it was worth it, seeing as Bakugou now had people he could appreciate.

Okay, maybe I'm not being completely honest; you did know something about him. One thing, rather.

Kirishima always observed you closely whenever you were around Bakugou, as well as your behavior. You've always gotten a strange feeling whenever he was present, but had never gotten the chance to approach him about it.

As the young man walked behind you, you couldn't help but feel occasional shudders. It felt like he was staring at you, however you didn't want to turn around or else it'd get awkward.

Eventually the trio arrived at a building which made you fall into utter silence. The wonderful aroma filed your nose, the trail leading toward a glossy wooden door which was kept open by the use of a single stool. Bakugou turned around out of instinct, feeling that you were overwhelmed.

"What? Wanna go home already?" You shook your head frantically, and followed behind as he entered. The place the three of you were in was called Numazuko, a conveyor belt sushi restaurant.

The cooks welcomed you all while gesturing for you to get seated in front of the counter slightly distanced in front of the conveyor belt. You felt tense about it at first nonetheless you complied. Bakugou sat down on your left side while Kirishima sat on the right.

"I'll get a Soft crab spider roll. Give me soy sauce too." Bakugou spoke rudely and sternly, causing the cooks' eyebrow to twitch. He then removed his eyes and diverted them toward his two best pals. "What about you guys?"

You nervously scanned the menu, before meeting eyes with the other. "I'll... get the same thing. I haven't been here before, so..."

Your friend with angered eyes glared. "Don't copy me! I want mine to taste better than the both of yours!" The egocentric boy growled, causing Kirishima to laugh in remark. "Cut [Y/N] some slack Bakugou, if she wants the same thing as you then let her. Oh, and I'll get an Dynamite roll."

The male clenched his teeth, while pivoting his attention away from the both of you. "Hurry it up, I'm hungry!"

You turned to glance over at the boy who saved you from Bakugou's outburst. Smiling faintly, you bowed your head in thanks. "Thank you Kirishima, I really do appreciate it."

He noticed the appreciation on your face and it caused his heart to skip a beat. Kirishima couldn't bear to see you sad, you deserved a beautiful smile on your face every day.

Which is why, today he planned on murdering Bakugou.

Kirishima didn't have the purest heart. He killed mercilessly in secret, only for your favor. He got rid anyone close to you. Like Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Mina Ashido, Minoru Mineta; mostly UA students.

But only one was his top priority.

Bakugou always argued with you, and most of the time he made you feel inferior. He wrecked your self confidence, but yet you still cared about him, and you were aware that he cared for you in return.

While waiting, you tapped your finger against the table. There was an inevitable silence lingering, up until you the redhead perked up and spoke. "Shouldn't we go wash our hands before we eat?" Confounded, you snapped out of your daydream before frantically nodding.

"You're right, Shima!"

"Shima?--"

"It's very important when it comes to eating out!" You stood, pushed up your glasses, and placed one hand on your waist, sparkles shimmering all throughout your body.

"Whatever." Bakugou grumbled, standing out of his seat. And while you left to the females' restroom, you peered back towards Kirishima who thanked one of the cooks for the hospitality after placing down Bakugou's plate of sushi. You squinted your eyes, and noticed that he stood on the left, glaring at Bakugou's small meal. He slithered his hand into his pocket, causing you to quickly enter the bathroom.

"I wonder what he's doing... should I warn Bakugou? Wait! Maybe he's just taking a picture of his sushi?.." It was then did you sneak another glance, only to spot a syringe and one of the rolls of sushi in between his fingers. Kirishima held a wide grin, sending instant fear through you. 

Shocked, you swiftly turned toward the mirror, while your instincts told you to consult the matter. After mild contemplation, you washed your hands and met back with the other two. Nervously, you sat down and peered over towards the clearly clueless Bakugou, who extracted chopsticks.

Your eyes drifted towards Kirishima who ate his food with a faint smirk.

"U..Um..." You nudged the male with blond hair in the midst of bringing to sushi to his lips. "Maybe you wouldn't like it? Let's .. get something else!"

"Shut up! You can order something else if you want, for all i care!" Bakugou glared at you, and angrily forced the food into his mouth.

You gulped, and watched as his face grew disgusted. The boy spatted it out, and coughed.

Eventually, his coughs began to get violent.

He coughed even more, causing you to stand from your seat. "A-Are you okay?!" Of course Bakugou wouldn't respond, he was in a crisis. Kirishima covered his mouth, tears coming to his eyes in contrast to holding back his laughter.

"How's the wasabi tasting for you, Bakugou?" The redhead began to slam his hand against the table, losing breath just from laughing.

The other with red steamy eyes picked up his cup of water and gulped it down, his tongue laying at ease. He forced the glass against the table and stood up, explosions popping from his right palm. "You bastard!"

Meanwhile you sat down, exhaling from relief.

'It was was just a prank ... thank goodness..'

After one final glance, you did notice that a few of the sushi rolls were dripping with green ooze. You faceplamed, and decided to continue eating while Bakugou threw a fit.

Soon enough, the both of them calmed down, and went back to eating. You suddenly paused. In a midst of a flashback, you flashed back to Kirishima implanting the sushi with a rather yellow liquid. Confused, you knitted your eyebrows together and peered down towards your own.

'There's nothing yellow in mine... so what...-'

You widened your eyes and slowly turned towards Bakugou's sushi. From what you could remember, there were very few of them which had wasabi in it. You scanned the three that were left on his plate, and spotted the last on on the end which looked unordinary.

"B-Bakugou, look!" You pointed toward the floor, causing him to glance down at nothing but a floorboard. Your body shifted left and your hand swatted the plate off of the counter.

The male watched as his plate had fell, and his food smudge against the floor.

"HEY! I know you did that you loser! Pick it up right now!" He shouted, meanwhile you bowed your head in response. "I'm sorry, just order another plate?"

With a job well done, you lifted your head. You felt somewhat satisfied, even though you didn't know if you were only being paranoid. Bakugou clenched his teeth and grabbed your plate, causing you to drop your jaw.

"G-Give that back!"

You reached, however the other leaned away and lifted the plate near his lips, now beginning to scoot the rest of your sushi into his mouth. Your demeanor crumbled, and you bawled up your fists only to smack Bakugou on the shoulder continuously.

Kirishima shifted his lifeless eyes away and toward the plate on the ground, disappointed that his plan hadn't worked out.

'There's poison going to waste. If I knew [Y/N] was so clumsy then I would've sat beside Bakugou.'

He ate some more, a grin coming to show.

'There'll be many more opportunities later on anyway.'

As it was the following morning, people were out early for work, school, etc.

A young woman exited her house and locked her door, soon heading down the sidewalk. She was greeted by many, and parted to the shortcut she's always taken.

She peered over toward the river she admired every week, and felt as though it was extremely special since it's always remained clean and untouched.

But as she grew closer to the narrowed end s of the cement, she smelled something odd. Following her nose, she found herself underneath a bridge, flies swarming about.

"It reeks in here.." The woman whispered, squinting her eyes while searching for the source of the foul smell. And soon enough, her foot nudged something. Her eyes lowered, and her pupils widened.

There laid a body, it looked to be a young boy. He had blond hair and lifeless devoid red eyes, signalling that he perished from this world. She screamed loudly, and stumbled back. The boy she horrifyingly eyed was heavily beaten, while dried blood vividly shown smudged underneath his nostrils and near his lower lip.

Tears filled her eyes, and she scooted closer to the corpse, nudging him while weeping. "Katsuki?? Katsuk!!"

Who's that woman, you might wonder?

Bakugou's mother.

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