Hey guys! I am going to be honest. I've died a little inside as I wrote this. I don't even think this is one of my best. My boyfriend and I wrote this back in December 2018. We deleted the chapter after realizing that it wasn't really that good. Since this is BD's birthday month, I thought why not gag him with this failed chapter since he said to surprise him with a gift. Because this IS a failed chapter. Happy Birthday, baby!
GOTA presents a MHI Special: When A Yandere Fails To Yandere….
Minoru Mineta wheezed loudly as she stashed herself away in Izuku's gym locker. PE was in progress and the boys had a day ahead since Aizawa-sensei decided to substitute the class. It was thanks to a certain spiky blonde that thought it was a delightful prank to melt a Snickers bar and placed it on toilet paper. Word through the grapevine that he and Emi Fukakado were currently facing troubles and was sleeping at the school. Katsuki was quite thoughtful to put on his chair before class. He was also quite thoughtful about including all of the boys who were in the charade.
It didn't matter less to the borderline institutionalized grape as she spent every moment inhaling the fabrics of her beloved Izuku. She wheezed louder as she breathed into his shirt. She wanted every scent, every fiber. His taste was becoming her taste. "That's the stuff," she said aloud as she knew that wanted his scent to become her perfume. No one was going to care about her absence from gym class. It wouldn't surprise her if they purposefully marked her absent. She pretended not to care that she wasn't the most popular girl in school.
It didn't matter. The girls were already too occupied. Earlier before class, she had overheard Tsuyu making fun of her. At first, she had ignored it. It wasn't until they were talking about Izuku. Those fucking bitches have the nerve to put my man's name on their tongues. I should fucking end them. She listened as they discussed her cinnamon roll.
'You know Izuku is available for the get-together tonight. Ribbit.' Tsuyu told the girls as they were sitting at the desk. 'Thinking about asking him out.'
Momo blew a raspberry. 'Seriously? I don't think Izuku might go. Quite shy, isn't he?' She turned to Toru. 'What says you? I think you like Izuku.'
Toru blushed. 'Granted I do but Tsuyu asked first.'
Momo whispered. 'Do it quick before Grapehead gets to first.' The girls looked at each other before laughing.
'Yeah right and you are telling me Ibara likes Katsuki next. Ribbit.' She spat loudly. 'Please.'
In her eyes, they were hating-ass bitches. As if she was a certain brunette, no matter how they look it, it was their fault that she wasn't popular. If Minoru was popular, then the number of boys would be on her. Heck, in her online games, she has excelled the number of boys beyond this school. 21,000 to be exact. However, one spot remained for her delicate, freckled cinnamon roll.
As for the girls, she took care of that. Although she couldn't be at both places at once, she made sure that they got what they deserve. The beautiful thing about spreading IcyHot onto the crotches of their gym shorts.
Izuku Midoriya has been at the forefront of her mind since his day at UA High School. She lost count of vibrators, dildos, and sybians she has destroyed whenever she thought of her beloved prince. Her hands have been heavily saturated with her juices to the thoughts of Izuku to the point that whenever she touched something, it left marks.
Oh, my darling Izuku. My God you smell so good. Do you know what you do to me, my love? I get flustered. My heart melt. My butt leaks. My pussy gets wet. Oh, the things I have imagined what you should do to me. Izuku, I want you to tear me apart. Make me scream and shout to the heavens. Fuck me with such force that I give Jesus Christ a high five. Do things to me that make me want to change churches. Do naughty things to the point that when I sweat, it's your milk that comes out. Bust me to the point that you wake up my gynecologist. Please, take me for I wouldn't know what to do if you say no. If you reject me, you might want to call me Oscar Meyer if you know what I mean. Oh, Izuku! Please, please, please say yes.
However, having Izuku in her brain wasn't enough. She needed more. She wanted all of him. If he were a grape, she would suck the juices before inwardly ingest the skin. If he were a microwave, she wanted to bust like an exploded Hot Pocket. If she were the planet Earth, she wanted every crack to be filled with his fresh and living waters.
It didn't take much as his scent was making her amorous. Thanks to Izuku, her bean became the bean of God. One touch and she would squirt like a water hose. She had to stop for now. The boys were coming at any moment. She told herself that she was coming back to obtain his gym clothes. She had some plans to do with them tonight. The detergent Gain wasn't the only thing marking his clothes.
Later that day….
It was the end of the school day as the students were dispersing out of class. Rain was in the forecast judging by the sky. Izuku was sitting at the bench where he was putting on his shoes. He then heard an announcement from the intercom.
Good afternoon, faculty and students. Principal Nezu here with an important announcement. Please be careful as the city is under a typhoon watch. Please be cautious and stay dry. Thank you. Also, this just in. MINETA IS IN THE VICINITY WITHOUT AN UMBRELLA AND ON THE PROWL. RUN BOYS RUN!
Izuku saw the roaring crowd of students rushing out of the school with their umbrellas. The students scattered in different directions without facing Minoru. Izuku panicked for he, too, knew about the reputation of Minoru.
It wasn't a secret that Minoru had a crush on him. He was also aware of the tenacity and the sanity of the infamous Grapehead. As much as he resisted, denied, rejected her, it was never enough. If it was as if the more he resisted, the stronger she became.
I imagine many things most of these "things" has something to do with you. Touch you, love you, kiss you, hug you, smell you, squeeze you, break you, crush you, own you, until your soul, every bloody bit of your soul is mine.
It's not stalking it is called taking an interest.
Whatever you do, whenever you hide, wherever you try to escape from me, you should accept the simple fact I'm always right behind you.
I deleted all of your hentai. I'm the only fapping material you ever need.
Call 119. By the time I get to you, you will be dialing 126, my love. That's because I love you.
He was fumbling, grabbing his things before heading out of the school. As he was facing the doors, the very thing was right in front of Izuku.
She carried a strong Cheshire Cat grin. Her eyes were fixated on Izuku. "Going somewhere, Izuku?"
He stood nervous, stammering as Minoru was steadily approaching him. "Heading home, Izuku?"
He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Someplace like it by way of Timbuktu."
"You're funny, Izuku! You're silly!"
"I've heard that before."
Minoru smiled. "If you don't mind, can we share an umbrella to take me home before heading to Timbuktu?" She furrowed her eyes. "And by Timbuktu, I am talking about my rough jungles of the deep." It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was referring to. He frowned to the thought as he cursed the author for allowing the openness of her true self.
Minoru continued walking forward. "I wouldn't resist if I were you, Izuku. You might as well give up."
He didn't want to hear more. He ran past her as he ran into the rain. Minoru smiled. "Oh, silly Izuku! I love playing this game." She reached for the lone umbrella as she headed out. "I don't know why you run. You know I am going to catch you at some point." She shouted. "You should be glad I am this open! Honesty is best! And please believe I WILL MAKE YOU MINE!"
She barked louder. "HIMIKO HAS NOTHING ON ME!"
To be continued…maybe (maybe not)?
Himiko was sitting at a diner with Dabi. She was having a psychotic grin as she was taking the wallets from the patrons. As Dabi was robbing the place at gunpoint, he heard Himiko sneezed.
"What's the matter," asked Dabi.
She wiped her nose. "I don't know why but I feel as though I am going to kick someone ass tomorrow. Someone who really deserves it."
"Isn't that our job to raise hell?"
"Yeah, but I feel as though I am doing someone a favor." She cringed to herself. "A well-worthy favor."
"Damn." He pulled the trigger.
Happy Birthday Month, BD and many more! Stay tuned for more works (not THIS one) but my gag gift! Strive and prosper!