14Hey, 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.
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….
