Like the news of work, you would only discover the messages from your partner when you had finished heating up your food. You had forgotten to turn off silent mode since waking up from your nap earlier in the afternoon. I need you all night, come on, dance with me,īehind you, on a couch cushion, your fiancé had called your cellphone three times. I got you, moonlight, you’re my starlight. There was a dumb pop song blaring softly on the radio as you buzzed about the kitchen. Your back was turned to it, though you wouldn’t know how sure your circumstance was until you finished heating up your food. In the background, the television was articulating a rather frightening scene that was unfolding at your workplace. You pulled some leftovers out of the fridge and set the Tupperware down on the counter. Warning: 18+, angst, breaking and entering, death, delusional thinking, implied hostage situation, mourning, sexual themes, violence, yandere behaviour. Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x Psychologist!Reader. The songs you see below are the ones I was listening to while writing this. I don’t usually, but like, I wanted to see if it would work. I listened to music while writing this time around.
