𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 | Yandere Bnha X Reader

S2, EP 11: Y/n L/n: Origin

Mentions of giving up, mentions of depression, self-harm, starving, etc...be warned.

It's safe to say, I had a normal childhood. There was nothing wrong with it. I was an impressional kid who typically would stare off into space for no reason. I had short black hair and somewhat bushy eyebrows. Since my quirk manifested, a side turned ash-blonde and my eyes turned an icy blue.

I lived with my mom and sister. She was 26 and depressed. My mom was 46 and an asshat. I wouldn't say mean, but she dread the day I got a fire quirk. I guess her wish came true.

I would stay in my room for a long period, playing with my weird toys. And as you know, Mr. Toad. I'm not sure how I discovered him, he just popped up.

"Y/n, I told you not to stay up," My sister peeked through the door, I looked up from my mountain of toys. Cluelessly, as my dark eyes always were. "Your first day of school is tomorrow..." I raised my eyebrow, I forgot easily.

I hurried to put everything up. For a thirteen-year-old, I sure had a lot of toys. "Goodnight." She said and closed the door.

I wasn't a kid though, I simply had them for relief, our house was anything but calm. It was a coping mechanism.

I went to sleep that lonely night, with no stars as my company. I'd usually stare out the window and watch them, as my sister said, if I listen, they'll talk to me. Years ago, I gave up on that.

Anyways, I woke up excited that morning. But was sad when I had to walk to school by myself. My sister never even went to school, why should I have to?

Aldera junior high. I've never been here, never even heard of it until my mom mentioned it. But here I am, a student, at Aldera junior high.

I'm not a talkative person, in fact, I rarely talk. I wouldn't care if someone was angry about me not replying.

As I walked these chatty halls I looked down at my schedule. I wasn't used to wearing a skirt or wearing uniforms at all.

Then I felt a hard hit to my butt and whirled around, to face a spiky black-haired guy with a smirk on his face. "Hey, you new here?"

My expression turned angry, behind him were two other boys. One fat guy with short black hair, and one spiky-haired blonde with a scowl on his face.

"Hm?" I didn't want to speak, not to him, not right now. So I slapped him, as hard as I could.

"Ow! That was...cold?" Now he just looked confused. I stomped away and eventually found my homeroom.

The teacher skimmed through papers, once he looked at me through his lenses he adjusted his glasses and clapped his hands. A few more students, including the group from earlier, came in.

I had to check the sign again, I didn't want to be in this class—it wasn't right.

I stood nervously in the doorway, shaking in my shoes.

"Good morning everyone, hope you had a good weekend." This is Y/n L/n, she—"

"Why doesn't she just introduce herself? No one asked you to do it..." Someone blurted out. The teacher sighed and adjusted his glasses.

"I was getting to that, Bakugo. She has speech complications, so any help in class is appreciated. You can sit next to Midoriya." I looked around, my eyes landed on a green-haired boy, waving his hand in the air. I walked over to the seat next to his, the one by the window that shows the schoolyard.

My new life at school started, for once, I wasn't feeling nervous.

"Hey! I'm Izuku Midoriya!" He said with a bright smile, I couldn't help but smile too. I held my hand out. I only glanced at his notebook, which gave me an idea.

I gestured to borrow his notebook, which he happily lent. I scribbled something down and showed it to him. Which read, "Hi, I'm Y/n L/n and that's pronounced (insert) and (insert)"

I've never felt like this before.

That's when my habit of staring out the window started. One day while walking in the hallway I was stopped when I heard Midoriyas's voice. Usually, I wouldn't care for people's antics but he felt different. I couldn't help but walk that way.

And that way, down an empty hallway, was Izuku on the floor while Bakugo towered over him. He was ready to attack him, Izuku cried and Bakugo seemed pretty pissed.

He was about to hit him, Izuku flinched but the impact never came. And that's because I grabbed his arm. I wasn't sure how, I thought for sure he'd see me and kill me too.

My hand froze his arm and spread. He looked at me with fury. "GAH!" He sent me flying back with his explosion. I, myself have never experienced frostbite. Wonder how it feels, Kacchan.

'Ow...' I thought as I got up, I made a little dent in the wall but that was the least of my problems. He stomped towards me and by the time I opened my eyes, he was in my face and grabbed me by my collar.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! HUH, FROSTY?!"

"L-l-leave h-him a-alone..." at thirteen years old, those were my first words. I might not ever forget them.

"Oh congrats! You said your first words—"

"Kacchan stop! She didn't do anything!"

"SHE FROZE MY ARM!" He prepared to attack again.

"Katsuki Bakugo!" A teacher yelled. "Principals office, both of you, NOW!"

And that was my first detention. True, Kacchan melted the frostbite but it still made his arm red. And that's when he started hating me.

That day altogether was terrible. I couldn't bring myself to say anything else and on top of that, I didn't want to go home. Earlier that day I got a call that my sister was in the hospital—the school told me. I don't have a phone.

So I begged my mom to let me see my sister, I begged and begged. Until she slapped me across the face and finally agreed.

I hated seeing her so frail and depressed. She had such a thin figure from starving herself, lots and lots of scars—too many to count. Outside of her depressed state, she was a very popular person. But she wasn't a hero. She made money by engineering, she made stuff for heroes. My mom won't let her move out, and my sister doesn't want to move out. I don't blame my mom.

I stood next to her bed, she was awake, I don't think she wants to talk right now. Not that I could say anything to make her.

"W-why..." I said in a soft, quiet voice, looking down at Mr. Toad I held so tightly in my hands. My mom stopped yelling at her a long time ago, she stopped yelling at her to stop. She stopped trying to stop her...she stopped.

I, however, will never stop.

"I'm sorry Y/n," her voice was raspy and low. She cleared her throat and glanced out the window.

"This life just isn't worth living."