Yandere BNHA Oneshots

Battered Wife Syndrome

Yandere sheriff Mic x abused reader

for  Mrs_Yamada , hope you enjoy

TW: abuse, intent to kill, manipulation, eventual death, cussing, slut shaming

Hizashi Yamada walked up the steps of the wooden porch the heavy sigh already in his throat. He knocked on the decaying door and waited for the little angel that lived there to open the door. As the door opens, he straightens himself, but the look of sympathy still lingered in his eyes. 

(y/n) knew the only person who would come over or actually knock was Sheriff Yamada. He had frequent visits to her home lately. (y/n) guesses that the neighbors were starting to get bothered by her husband's punishments. She tried to compose herself in the few moments before opening the door. (y/n) knew the bruise was already forming on her cheek and the handprints on her wrist were doing nothing for her case. 

"Howdy sweetheart! Got a call about a noise complaint, don't happen to know anything 'bout it do you?" Hizashi tried to stay calm as (y/n) came into his view. She had a nasty looking bruise on the apple of her cheek that extended to the under of her eye making her emaciated face look swollen, her lip still cut from his last visit a few days prior, and the handprints practically branded onto her skin told a very different story than the one coming from her lips.

"Hello Sheriff, I didn't mean to concern the neighbors, I simply saw a rodent and screamed."(y/n) said, cringing. She already knew it was a flimsy excuse, but she didn't know how many more 'I tripped' lines she could pull before he would demand inside.

Hizashi looked taken aback by her excuse before looking a little disappointed "A little mouse caused that bruise on your cheek?" He knew she wasn't going to rat out her husband for his disgusting tendencies, but it still hurt him every time she lied for that man.

(y/n) shot back with "I hit my cheek on the counter while trying to catch it" and looked away in shame. 

Hizashi knew that was all he could do unless she allowed him to enter, so he would have to go back to his office empty handed again, as he was about to tell her that she need only to call him for help her husband came from behind her towering and gripping the door with enough strength to crush it.

"Why you talkin to my girl Mic" He glowered at Hizashi. 

Mic. That is what his old buddies from school called him. He was a loud and rambunctious child, he didn't need a microphone to present anything. He had a serious pair of vocal cords, still does. Hizashi had to tell himself that now was not the time nor place to knock that bastards' teeth out. He inhaled and smiled sharply through his exhale.

"Now now big guy, I'm just hear for a routine check." He knew that if (y/n)'s husband knew about the noise complaint, she would be in for much worse when he leaves. But that man didn't believe it.

"Comin only to my house for a routine check? Think I am a criminal Sheriff?" He was getting more and more aggressive by the moment, and with his aggression came (y/n)'s trembling, she placed a shaky hand on her husband's chest and said

"Don't worry baby, we were done talkin, let me go finish your lunch"

That sentence seemed to work, he smacked her ass and sneered "That's right, go back where you belong."

Hizashi didn't even get another glance at her before the door was shut in his face. As he walked defeated to his car, he fantasized about the life he could have had with (y/n). He had first met her when she moved to their cozy little town with bright eyes and a blossoming dream. He was merely a deputy at the time, she had gotten a job as a waitress to pay for schooling. Of course, that was quickly cut short by her getting swept off her feet by that filthy man and by the time everything started going to hell, it was far too late.

 He didn't even realize he was back at his office until his scruffy coworker grabbed his shoulder.

"That house again?" Shouta Aizawa knew his colleague's obsession with the pitiful woman that lived in the house that got frequent calls about it. Sure, he felt bad for the broad, but if she didn't want help, they couldn't help her. 

Hizashi deflated a little at the mention of the house, remembering everything that just happened. "I just wish she would let me help her, ya know? I could give her so much more, so much better." 

Shouta heaved a heavy sigh and told Hizashi to go home, having his sulking ass around the precinct would lower morale. 

Hizashi was about to take up the offer when a new officer came in saying they got a call about gunshots being fired at (y/n)'s house. Everyone knew that Hizashi took calls relating to (y/n) so if anyone gets one, it is immediately given to him. Shouta knew Hizashi wouldn't go home after hearing that and was about to say something before seeing that his friend was already gone.

Hizashi didn't stop for anything as he drove to (y/n)'s house. He was in a panicked daze as he thinks of all the things that might have happened to her, how if he tried harder, he could have convinced her to leave with him. How it was all his fault she was probably dead. He was thinking of all the ways he wanted to hurt that bastard, kill him. As he broke the door down, he saw (y/n) battered and bloody and her husband with his head bleeding, kneeling on the floor with his hands up. Still defiantly taunting her. 

"You think you can kill me whore? You don't got the stomach for it. Bet you think that killing me will get you closer to that bastard sheriff's bed" He spit out.

Hizashi made his presence clearer by calling out to (y/n). Both people snapped their heads towards him.  (y/n)'s husband started cackling "of course you fuckin called your side piece! Think he is going to save you? Think he is gonna kill me for you? God you are a dumb slut! He doesn't want you, not really. Not when he can have something fresh."

(y/n) hurriedly tried to explain herself "I wasn't going to kill him! I just wanted to scare him! He was just getting so mad and yelling that I was cheating on him with you and if I was going to whore myself out, I should do it for money. Please Hizashi! Please believe me" tears dribbling down her swollen and bloodied face.

Hizashi actually calmed down, suddenly he was so nonchalant. "It's okay darlin, I can make this all go away. I can take care of you. You should kill that bastard, make sure he can never hurt you again. Once this is all over, we can get married and have a big family. You always wanted a big family, right? Wanted lots of kids to keep the house lively and bright? I can do that for you. All you need to do is pull the trigger."

(y/n) was in shock, she always though Hizashi thought her pathetic and only came out of obligation. She did want a big family, and if he was gone, she wouldn't have to hurt again. She had thought about killing him to get away from it all before, but she could never bring herself to cross the line of imagination despite knowing it was the only way to escape this abuse. 

Her hands shook a little, but they were held gently by larger, more callused ones. She looked up to see Hizashi. 

"If you want, I can help you do it. I will help you with anything"

(y/n) felt reassured and comforted by his words and nodded, lightly hitting his chest with the back of her head. Hizashi helped her line up her shotgun, holding her steady as she pulled the trigger.

"Good girl, lets get you all cleaned up and we can go home. Your room is all ready for you, a nursery too, for whenever you are ready to expand our family."

Answer in the comments if you think it was murder or manslaughter