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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Midoriya_Izuku/Uraraka_Ochako
  Character:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Uraraka_Ochako, Uraraka_Ochako's_Parents, Midoriya_Inko,
      Midoriya_Hisashi, Hatsume_Mei, Todoroki_Shouto, Bakugou_Katsuki, Asui
      Tsuyu
  Additional Tags:
      Yandere, Femdom, Suicidal_Thoughts, Depression, Suspense, Horror,
      Psychological_Horror, Psychological_Trauma, Psychological_Torture,
      Reverse_Rape, Minor_Character_Death, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sexual
      Violence, Mental_Anguish, One-Sided_Attraction, One-Sided_Relationship,
      Unhealthy_Relationships, Murder, Yandere_Uraraka_Ochako, Yandere_Midoriya
      Izuku, Flashbacks, Mind_Control, Mind_Manipulation, Alternate_Universe_-
      Canon_Divergence, Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Bondage, Rope_Bondage, Kidnapping
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-01 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1723
****** Gone in December ******
by Big_Diesel
Summary
     “Sometimes a thought is closer to the truth, to reality, than an
     action. You can say anything, you can do anything, but you can't fake
     a thought.” When a person wants to end things, they mean it. Even if
     it means to take another person with them. {AU} {Yandere!Ochako x
     Izuku} {Yandere!Izuku}
Hey, guys. This is my first fanfic using the characters from Boku no Hero
Academia. I have just got started with the show, so have mercy on the canon
divergence. This story is going to be a horror-drama-suspense yandere story. My
girlfriend ([thegirlfriendoftheauthor]) and I are working on this. We are still
putting pieces together on how we want this story to be. So, please excuse us
if this will be a slow read, a short story, or something. We are still watching
the show. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. Feel free to check out our
other stories. 
A/N: The story contains abuse of all spectrums, depression, suicidal thoughts.
Reminder: this is a fiction. If anyone can deviate reality from fantasy, then
please continue to read.
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Ochako Uraraka was thinking of ending things. Nothing more blunt than making
that statement of fact. As she boarded the train to head home, the idea came to
her head. As if outside environment collaborated with the synapses of her
brain. What reason warranted to end things? Was something wrong in her life?
Depression? Suicidal? Abuse?
The feeling didn't faze her, but it sure did resonate. It settled into her
mind, establish residence, and concluded that on Sunday, she was going to end
it all.
On Sunday, she was going to be sixteen years old.
Sixteen? The number itself displays a strong meaning. A transition to
adulthood. A progression in the next step of age. Just another day in her book
of life. Her brain was addressing to her mind when something was established to
end it all, why does it matter? Age is just a number created by man. A timeline
of sorts. And throughout this past fifteen years of existence, what has she
accomplished to make it permissible to move forward.
Only the Lord knows.
Quite unfortunate for the brunette as she speculated the existence of a so-
called God.
If she were thinking of ending things, then should it be the entity's job to
intervene? Where was the almighty when the thought enter her brain?
Just like the gum that was currently sticking on her shoe, that thought sticks.
It stays. It lingers. It dominates. The thought is there whether she likes it
or not. When she eats, when she sleeps, when she is standing in front of the
class. It stays. It tells her like a whisper in the wind.
I'm thinking of ending things.
Her resolution was to occur on a Sunday. On a Sunday that was her birthday.
Sixteen years. Sixteen years of being on this Earth. Sixteen years of life.
Sixteen. Why that number? Why that day? Why not the day after? Why not the day
before?
Only the Lord knows.
Very unfortunate that she displayed her doubts of a higher power.
Sometimes a thought is closer to the truth, to reality, than an action. You can
say anything, you can do anything, but you can't fake a thought.
Izuku Midoriya told her one day as the pair were studying after school. She
remembered for the snow blocked the view of the town. Everything was clouded.
Everything was clogged. She felt congested. Like she had a cold, but once he
spat those words, it opened her to a new paradigm.
She was intrigued. She wanted more. She wanted further information. The school
bell chimed, alerting those who remained in the building to leave for it was
closing time.
She never got that chance to ask further of Izuku. She watched him gather his
books and headed into the hallway, leaving her alone in the classroom.
He left me with a lingering thought. Why produce such an action without further
explaining it? Why leave me in such a plot hole? A cliffhanger?
One thing was for certain. Ochaka was left intrigued of the green haired boy.
She exited from the train and headed into the depot. She boarded a bus to take
her to her home. She sat at the very back, ignoring the stares of the people
who watched her board the bus. Some of them gave her disapproving looks as
other snickered. They probably noticed her unkempt hair. They probably noticed
her uniform being messy, dirtied, and button wronged.
Maybe, they were noticing the cuts on her arms.
She looked to the window, ignoring the metropolis at bay and listening to her
music as she boarded her destination.
It didn't matter for on Sunday, she was going to end things. This Sunday. Her
sixteen birthday. Why that date? Why not the day before? Why not the day after?
She questioned the so-called God on such reasoning. It didn't matter. Did this
world really matter? As if she did anything to contribute to this desolate
society, she thought. As if what she did matter. As if what she did was going
to make her parents proud.
Ochaka, what is going on?
Why aren't you focusing on your studies?
Do you need help? We can get you some help?
"I'm beyond help, Mama, Papa," she murmured. "No one can help me. I am beyond
help. I am thinking of ending things. Nothing more, nothing less."
She watched as a small child poked fun at her. She returned with a friendly
smile, followed by a razor from her sleeve pocket.
The child released tears. The parent turned to the point of origin.
Ochaka feigned sleep.
She grabbed the bus brake to stop to her destination. She had finally made it
to her apartment. The watchful eyes no longer mattered as she descended out of
the bus. She took her breath as she returned back to her apartment.
Her personal hell.
She took the six flights of stairs to her apartment. The elevator was broken
yet again. She had made complaints to the superintendent, but fallen on deaf
ears. It didn't matter anyway.
She entered her apartment. Darkness can commenced as its vessel has returned.
She turned on the light switch.
The light bulb was out.
She tossed her backpack to the kitchen table. She would have to buy
another lightbulb. She has two more days before her birthday, so she has time.
She opened the refrigerator for something to eat. She managed to find some
leftovers. She threw them into the microwave. As her food was cooking, she went
to the sink to pour some water. She filled her glass enough so she can make
room for some ice.
She turned the faucet and went to the freezer. She was very delicate as she
opened the freezer.
She pressed onto some heavy objects as she reached for some ice cubes.
"Excuse me, Mama, Papa. Just getting some ice." She closed the door, putting
the ice cubes into her glass. She returned to the table when hearing the sound
of her dinner ready.
Ochaka wasn't sure to call her dinner. Originally, it was seasoned chicken and
rice. However, she was running low on food and her government checks weren't
available until the next day. She looked to the freezer. Improvisation at its
finest, she told herself.
She said her grace as she partook on her meal. She looked to the newspaper for
her reading pleasure. She skimmed as she reading.
The missing Uraraka couple of Mie Prefecture have yet to be found….
The daughter of the missing Uraraka couple has been cleared of any wrongdoing…
Police need your help in finding a local high school student. Sixteen year old,
Izuku Midoriya, was last spotted leaving U.A. High School on Thursday
afternoon. Witnesses say Midoriya boarded a train and wasn't seen since.
Concerned parents and residents are scouring throughout the area on his
whereabouts….
She finished her meal in silence. She folded her newspaper to leave it on the
table. After washing the plate, she went into the living room. She was heading
for the bedroom.
She took calm breaths. She didn't really display much emotion. She approached
the door and opened it. Upon seeing what was in front of her, her disdain
turned into a bedeviling smile.
She licked her lips as she saw Izuku. On her bed lied Izuku. He was naked with
both of his wrists and neck tied up with a rope suspended from the ceiling. The
rope was pulled taut so Izuku could stand on his toes. Judging from her
position, Izuku was careful not to put too much pressure for the rope would dig
into his neck, choking him in the process.
Upon seeing Ochako, tears were released from his fading eyes. The gag muffled
his cries as she approached closer to him.
"Good evening, Izuku," asked Ochako as she pulled the ball gag from his mouth.
"Did you sleep well?"
His response was spitting in her face. Ochako didn't flinch. She
actually expect it. She felt the warm saliva dripped to her lips. She licked as
she consumed his hatred.
She clicked his tongue. "Such bravery. I have always loved a strong-minded boy
like you." She reared her arm back and slapped Izuku across the face. Blood
splattered in the process. "That was why I have chosen. Such a strong-willed
boy. You left me lingering in those thoughts." She furrowed her eyebrows. "And
I just can't have that kind of boy in my life, now can we?"
She returned the ball gag back into his mouth. He muffled as she turned around
and jolted with the ropes. He screamed as his line of oxygen was called off.
"Yes! Scream," purred Ochako. "Scream the very thing that causes love and pain
in this world. Life?"
She watched as his body jolted. She wanted enough so his body can discolor. The
thoughts were making her loins linger.
"I am thinking of ending things, Izuku," she said as she held on the ropes.
"Sunday will be the day." She looked to him. "I am actually not that upset. I
mean, sixteen. Too short of an age."
She gave him a little leverage, releasing a little tension, which made him gasp
for air.
"Yet again, my Izuku. I must thank you. For it were those words that free me,"
she said.
She returned to tightening her grips with the rope.
"However, a new change of plans," she laughed. "For when Sunday comes, it won't
just be me ending things."
For you will be joining me.
To be continued….
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