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oreosmama

4 years ago

*Tips toes back into the request box* Hey! It's me again, I got another yandere!Garou idea, what if he had a childhood friend who was always there for him and defended him from bullies and he fell in love with them and he confessed but his crush tried to reject him in a nice way and he just snaps.I'm so sorry that i keep requesting yandere!Garou content but I really love how you write him and portray him (and because I'm a simp for him too),

Turning the Tables (Yandere Garou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: The monster never gets the girl, but why not? Garou never knew, but what he did know was that that was about to change. He was getting the girl… getting you, whether you want him or not.

A/N: *Almost passes out writing this at 2 am* Ehh, I really wish this one could have been better, but I already procrastinated enough on it. Sorry it took so long, and I really hope it fits what you wanted. This idea was great, and I only wish I had a better time writing for it. But anyways, in all honesty, I hope you like it!

Word count: 2525

“Haha, look at the monster cry!”

“Beat him up, he’s evil!”

“Take him out, hero! Take out the villain!”

The calls were all the same. Every game, they would cheer as Tacchan stood over him, kicking him and hitting him with the nearest stick.

“Take that, monster! And that!”

Why? What did I do? What made me the villain?

“Stop hurting him!”

The pain stops as Tacchan is shoved away. A girl-- you-- kneels next to him, surveying him for bruises or other wounds as he stays curled up on his side.

“Why are you defending him, YN? He’s not the hero. He’s just the dumb monster.”

You fix a fierce glare on the school’s pretty boy, keeping a comforting hand on Garou’s shoulder as you speak. “You know, heroes lose too sometimes.”

Those words… someone finally understood. Someone finally believed in what he believed, was willing to fight for what he was willing to fight for. You stood up for him. You stood up for the monster.

It was those words that left Garou falling for you. Addicted to you.

~~~

Why couldn’t the monsters ever win? Why couldn’t they defeat the hero or succeed in their plans?

Why couldn’t the monster ever get the girl?

Garou never knew why, but one thing he did know was that, looking at you, he was going to change that.

I’m getting the girl.

“I’m just saying I think you’re overreacting.”

“Pshh, says you!” You shove him away and stick out your tongue. “Where finals are concerned, your opinion is irrelevant. You dropped out; therefore, I get to bitch about finals all I want!”

The pair of you walked side by side down the street. Once in a while, your hands would brush at the proximity, and Garou did all he could to resist intertwining your fingers with his own.

Be patient.

“Well, maybe you should try actually studying instead of watching anime.”

“Maybe you should shut up.”

He only grinned as you pouted, continuing down the street at what must’ve been ten at night. Both of you had just left the cinema after a particularly disappointing horror movie. Garou had vetoed the other options, which consisted of two superhero movies, one documentary, and three cheesy chick flicks. He had hoped that you would duck into his shoulder at any jumpscares, but the movie had been dreadfully bare of any actual horror.

Through the glowing streets of City S, you guided Garou back to your apartment building, leading him up the steps and to your door.

“Shit, it was freaking freezing out there!” Your hands tremble as you try to unlock the door. After the key finally wiggles its way into the lock, you let out a noise of relief before leading him inside. “Why don’t you stay here and warm up before going back to- oh where was it you said you were staying again? A lovely three-story mansion with a backyard hot tub?”

Scoffing, Garou observes as you toss your coat aside on the kitchen table and collapse onto the couch. “I’ll have you know my shack is actually quite warm compared to the outside.”

You hum, unimpressed as he settles down on the cushion beside you and lays an arm out directly behind your head. “Yeah, sure. Because fifty degrees is always considered warmer when compared to forty-nine.”

“Exactly,” he nods, smirking at the laugh it drags out of you. A comfortable silence falls over your living room as you lean your head back on Garou’s arm. You were always so comfortable and accepting of him. You thought the same way he did, always considering the villain’s feelings along with the hero. You shared his sense of humor, his adoration for children, and his deep devotion to your guys’s friendship.

Truly, Garou believed there was no way you didn’t feel the same. Every hug and kiss on the cheek you gave him assured him so. He just had to tell you.

If he confessed first, he knew you would feel confident enough to say the same.

“Garou.” All too suddenly, he’s dragged out of his thoughts of you by you yourself. He doesn’t mind, though; listening to your voice was a million times better than imagining it in his head. One too many times had it not been enough when he sat in his hideout, imagining you lounging around and planning out his next hero attack by his side.

Your hand stretches over his lap to grasp his own as you sit up and turn to him, one leg folded while the other hangs off the couch. “Honestly, I really think you should stay here tonight.”

No, he would never refuse that. Not in a million years. You wanted him here. This time, you invited him to stay in your home.

It was much better than when he used to settle for intruding while you slept, crawling into bed beside you and watching you slumber long before the sun rose. It was always harder to leave than it was to enter.

“YN…”

“I know, I know, but I hate to see how you’re living right now.” You tear your gaze away from his intense one and shake your head. “My spare room is always open.”

No, no, that’s not what he wanted.

“It’s got a mattress and everything. It’s gotta be better than the bale of hay you settle for.”

“I don’t sleep on a bale of hay!”

You raise a brow and he rolls his eyes, grumbling his response. “It’s not as uncomfortable as you think.”

“C’mon Garou, you need this. And honestly, I don’t mind you staying here! I promise.”

That wasn’t his issue. Of course, he wanted to stay here too, but for different reasons. You wanted to keep him inside and safe like a friend should.

He wanted to sleep on your bed and hold you in his arms. He wanted to wake you with breakfast in the morning, kiss you before you left for school, greet you and help you with homework when you returned.

He wanted to make love to you on the counter, in the shower, on the sofa you both sat on right now.

No longer could he stand this platonic bullshit anymore, and he knew you felt the same.

I’m getting the girl.

“I’d be a shitty friend if I didn’t let you stay here for at least tonight-”

“Why don’t we both sleep in your bed then?”

Garou finally shifts his body to face yours, mirroring your position and pulling the arm off the back of your couch to drop it into your lap. His fingers splay out along your thigh but you don’t bother to stop the movements.

Jaw dropped, you stare at Garou in shock. “W-What?!”

“You heard me.”

“Yeah, I heard you, but I don’t think I did it too good.”

“Then I’ll repeat myself.” Garou leans closer, face just inches from your own as he whispers, “Why don’t we sleep in the same bed for the night?”

Never before had you seen the look in his eyes. With enlarged pupils forcing away their natural yellow, they practically glow with desire as he leers over you. Part of you wants to lean back, but you just keep thinking no, this is Garou, my friend. He’s just teasing.

“Very funny, Garou,” you snort, placing two hands on his solid chest to push him away, but you gulp when he doesn’t budge.

“It wasn’t a joke, YN.”

God, he was so close you could feel yourself sweating under his gaze. He was too close; his body was too hot. Slipping away from his long fingers, you stand up and stumble into the kitchen. A glass of water, that’s what you needed to clear your head.

Rage floods Garou’s chest at the aversion and he doesn’t hesitate to follow you. “YN-”

You hold up a finger to pause him while you swallow glass after glass of water, hoping and begging that this was just a joke. Surely he wasn’t serious, right?

After your fifth glass, Garou huffs out in irritation and snatches the water away from your lips, slamming it to the table before folding his arms. “YN.”

“Garou.”

That look in her eyes, it can’t be fear. No, no she loves you just as much as you love her. She’s just shy.

“YN, I’m in love with you.” His cheeks almost burn at the confession, but he continues. “I have been since the day we met, when you stood up for me.”

Guilt floods your features before you turn your head, hugging yourself for comfort. “Garou, I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”

“Just tell me the truth. Tell me you feel the same, YN, because I know there’s no way you don’t.”

“But Garou-”

“Just say you love me, YN, and we can finally be together like we should be.” When he takes a step closer, you take one back, and that’s when the love and hope in his eyes crumbles.

“Garou, I’m sorry. I do, a-and I will always love you-”

“Then why-”

“-as my best friend.”

Cracks fill his chest as the words settle in his stomach like a rock. His heart twinges at the words as they echo in his ears.

A friend? That’s all he was to you? A FRIEND?!

“Take it back, YN.” His head has dropped, shaking back and forth incessantly as he mumbles the words. “Take it back.”

“Garou, I’m so sorry.”

Crash.

You flinch at the sight, watching water drip down your walls as broken glass falls to the floor. A chair at your kitchen table gets kicked into the wall as well, splintering off a wooden leg and leaving a hole in the paneling.

A scream rips its way out of your throat when Garou picks up your table, throwing it in the same direction and not even flinching when it breaks into flying pieces. Fear holds your heart tightly in it’s grasp as he approaches you, face scrunched up in fury.

“Why, YN?” The words are spat with disdain. “Why won’t you just admit you love me back? What’s stopping you?”

You whimper and back away slowly, scared to anger the beast more. Too bad the damage had already been done. Garou kicks a dent into your fridge, allowing the cold air to hiss out and fill the now-dusty room.

“Garou, please!” “I won’t use you, YN! I won’t cheat on you, or go behind your back! I love you and only you!”

“Garou!” Fearful tears slide down your face after you run into the counter, completely and utterly helpless. You feel trapped in your own home.

“And I won’t hurt you…” he trails off, ignoring your flinching as he looms closer, “...not unless I have to.”

“Please, just stop!” Your emotions are at an all-time high as you frantically draw in breaths, filling your lungs as fast as you can when this monster approaches. “I’m sorry!”

The more you speak, it seems, the more furious Garou becomes. While you slump to the cold floor of your kitchen, he turns your house into a war zone.

His voice, heightened with pain, never stops talking as he trashes your house, punching holes in the walls and chucking furniture everywhere.

“Why YN?!”

“Why don’t you love me?!”

“You’re mine!”

“I’m not letting you go!”

“I’ll make you love me, I don’t care what I have to do. You will love me.”

Even after ducking your head into your knees and plugging your ears, you couldn’t block out the shouts, the crashes, the tornado that was Garou ripping through your house and destroying everything you owned.

“You don’t love me?” he scoffed, running his bloody hands through his hair and shaking his head. “She doesn’t love me, she doesn’t love me, she doesn’t love me.”

When he returns to the kitchen to see you, he can’t help but crumple to the ground.

Your face is tucked between your legs and your body visibly trembles on the floor. Garou bites into his lip at the sight, rage wilting into despair as he kneels in front of you.

“I can fix this,” he shakes his head. “I will, I promise.” Without a second thought, he nudges your hands away from your ears before dropping his head to your shoulder and letting out a shaky sigh.

Tears soak through your shirt for all the wrong reasons, but you can’t get away. By now, he’s pressed your forehead against his chest and wiggled his way between your knees, mumbling words you assume he thinks are reassuring as he runs his lips up and down your neck.

“I can fix this, YN. I’m not gonna lose you. I swear, I’m not letting you go ever again.”

Before you can do anything to get away, he’s rising to his feet and taking you with him.

Your arms instinctually wrap around his neck so you don’t fall back, bile crawling up your throat when he smiles and hums in approval against your skin. “Good girl.”

By force, your legs are wrapped around his waist by his hands, now settled below your thighs as he squeezes the flesh appreciatively. “Yes, YN, let’s get out of here. I’ll fix all of this, just let me get us out of here and then we can discuss this.”

~~~

Garou got the girl. The monster finally won.

He couldn’t fight the grin off his face as he held you tighter, brushing the hair out of your eyes as you slept without a care.

The gentle touch woke you from your pleasant dream, leaving you forced to confront the nightmare that was reality.

“Morning Angel.” A kiss to your forehead left your skin crawling.

“Garou… please-”

“Ah, ah, ah, none of that today. I don’t want to have to gag you again.” His finger booped your nose as if he had just teased you with a toy. The horribly familiar grip on your waist was just as bruising as it was yesterday, and the day before, but it was still a pleasant exchange for the shackles that had kept you in place for the first two weeks you were in Garou’s hideout. The gag had stayed on your face for the same amount of time, but even the memory made your heart seize.

“You’re a monster.”

God, he actually smiled at that.

“Oh, I know, Angel. And soon, you’ll love me for it.” He pauses only to hug you closer. “Just like you used to.”

The Gift-Giver (Yandere Garou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Belts, tank tops, even a metal bat. All these “gifts” from the Hero Hunter’s fights on the news keep showing up at your doorstep. Today, you expected no different, except it is; an empty suitcase is there, and the white-haired man in your bedroom wants you to pack up for your new home.

A/N: Aight my dude. Here’s the request you actually ordered lol. I’m such a freaking simp for this guy that I can’t hold back my uwus, but I rly hope this one is better suited for what you wanted. Enjoy! (Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna rename the other one now 😐) (Also: Thanks for 1.1k followers!)

Word count: 2941

The first was a black belt.

Laid peacefully upon your doorstep, it stunk of drying sweat and metallic blood. It was the first gift of many that you hid inside a closet of your house on the outskirts of City S.

That’s what you liked to call them-- gifts. The name was much more appealing than what they actually were. And they never stopped coming either.

Tank tops, a magician’s hat, even a slingshot. The most recent? A metal bat. Each and every one of them greeted you on your return home from work like a message.

“I was here.”

You weren’t stupid. You knew exactly who these objects belonged to. Reports on the news had clued you in that your biweekly Santa Claus was the Hero Hunter. But what could you do, call the police? Yeah, how innocent you would look with armloads of beaten-up heroes’ possessions.

Tonight was the night marked on your mental calendar. A new gift would arrive on your doorstep like every other Monday and Friday.

An oncoming headache took full-force as you jerked your car into park.

Here we go.

With a deep breath and a massage of your temples, you pushed out of your car and slammed the door shut. Eyes were watching you, watching every step you took as you approached your doorway. The feeling wasn’t new and it didn’t shock you either.

No. What did shock you was tonight’s gift. You had gotten off work late today, so in the darkness of what was eight o’clock at night, you could only see the outline.

It was huge.

It wasn’t a sword or another tank top. It wasn’t a fake dog tail or even a hero’s cape. No, not at all, because today’s offering to you was a suitcase.

Right off the bat, you expected a body. It wasn’t long ago that your stalker had apparently fought a hero without a signature outfit and had settled for gifting you with his disembodied limb.

You buried the hand in your backyard and prayed to God that no dogs would go sniffing.

So as your heels clicked up your home’s steps, you plugged your nose and held back tears as you opened your door. “No, no, no, please no.”

What truly surprised you was that the suitcase was empty. No bodies or body parts, no fingers hidden in zipper pockets, no nothing.

Clicking on your living room light, you set down your bag and keys on the side table before locking the door behind you and continuing your inspection alone. Even in the artificial glow of the TV you always turned on to make your house feel more alive, you couldn’t see anything but the slippery, plastic material of its interior.

Part of you was suspicious, but the rest of you just wanted to thank God that your stalker hadn’t been as barbaric tonight.

“Thank fuck,” you hissed as you lugged the suitcase upstairs. Of course, you would still hide it in the closet across from your bedroom, but you were just glad it would seem less suspicious compared to the rest of the paraphernalia you had gathered.

After making your way up the stairs, you glanced into your bedroom on your way to the closet. A small glance, simple and unexpecting.

You should have expected it.

There, standing in your bedroom with your ceiling light on was a man. Muscles you didn’t even know existed were defined through his tight, black long sleeve shirt while the rest remained hidden in loose-fitted sweatpants. White hair stood up at attention on his head, parted in two directions with a split in the middle while his eyes were half-lidded as he fiddled with something on your bed. The spheres of gold weren’t even watching you and their piercing gaze made you want to curl in on yourself and disappear.

“Welcome home, Angel. How was work?” His voice was deep and much too casual for a stranger, especially one that had broken in to your house.

You were speechless. Nothing, not even a whimper could escape your closed-up throat. Your whole body had frozen in fear while you watched him, suitcase still sat on the floor of the hall with the handle in your palm.

“Wha…” Your mouth moved, but really nothing worth hearing was coming out of it.

The man, the Hero Hunter, only trailed his gaze up to you for a second before dragging it back down to the bed, a single eyebrow raising. The corner of his thin lips curled up into a smirk.

“Speechless, huh? I’m not surprised, though I am disappointed in how naughty you dress when I’m not around.” His tone dipped in disgust as his long fingers finally stopped picking at the colors on your mattress. Then he lifted a hand, your panties dangling off a single index finger while he growled.

“Red lace. Who were you planning on showing these to, Angel?”

Fear spiked through your heart at his dangerous lilt. His tongue had spat the words at you like poison, but you still felt glued to the floor.

Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t move. Surely this couldn’t be real.

When he made his way for you, though, you knew it was only wishful thinking. Hand outstretched, you were almost certain he was going to strangle the life out of you thanks to the look in his glowing eyes, but he only used one abnormally sharp nail to lift your chin.

“The only one you’ll be wearing these for is me now, understood?”

“Who are you?” you finally choked out, lungs practically gasping for air as you held your breath in fear. “W-what do you want?”

Evidently, the second question was much more hilarious than the first, as he let out a chiding snicker. “Oh, my sweet angel,” he shook his head. “My name is Garou, and I want you.”

Apparently he could see your eyes widen in horror, as he tsked while thumbing over your cheek. “You don’t need to be afraid, YN. I’ll take care of you now. All I ask of you is that you listen.” The word is partnered with a squeeze of the skin below your chin, daringly close to your throat.

“O-okay.” What else could you do but stutteringly agree? This man had a strength in his body that flimsily held back a wrath you received the after-effects of, and you had a whole closet to prove it.

Your submission makes him grin, leaving your stomach churning. “Good,” he pressed a searing kiss to your forehead that makes you want to rub away the skin. “Now start packing. I got you a suitcase and everything, my Angel. You’re gonna love your new home.”

You don’t respond this time, only settling for a nod as he pats your head like a good little pet and leaves the room.

He was gone. Garou had finally left you alone, but you still felt the scorching burn of his touch. The look in his eyes had been so greedy you weren’t surprised he didn’t take advantage of your panicked silence to explore.

It seemed, though, that he had already done some exploring of the sort, as your room was an absolute mess. Clothing was strewn everywhere, the more revealing of which had been clawed to shreds, no doubt from Garou’s razor-edged talons. With a small look in the mirror on your wall, you could see his own pricking under your chin had sprouted a dribble of blood.

Oh God.

It was only now that you had a moment alone that the realization settled in.

Oh God.

Oh shit! Oh fuck! FUCK FUCK FUCK!

How could you get out of this?!

Your bedroom window?

No, YN, what are you, insane?! This isn’t a movie, and you couldn’t run away from a man like that after a second story fall.

Maybe you could slip past him downstairs? Escape through the back door?

No. Once again, you didn’t have the speed or the stamina to outrun him. What you needed was a distraction.

Maybe you could start a fire. But your lighter for your living room chimney was downstairs. Overflow the tub? No, that would take ages and would not even phase him.

Then the perfect idea hit you. Your phone.

It was still in your pocket from when you had checked it while walking into your house with the suitcase and used it’s flashlight for the inspection.

And now you could use it as the best distraction of all.

Calling the cops and telling them the Hero Hunter was here. That could bring on so much trouble for Garou while you slipped away and hid until he would finally be taken into custody. It was perfect!

Your fingers still trembled from the shock of it all. A man just a floor below you was trying to kidnap you and do God knows what else after that task was accomplished.

The beeps from every button you dialed almost echoed throughout the room. You were certain Garou could hear them, but by the time you tried to silence it more, the call picked up.

The same line as usual sounded, then “what is your emergency?”

“Please help me, someone broke into my house and is trying to kidnap me.” A rather lame explanation, but in the heat of the moment, there was really no other way to put it.

After giving them your address, you hung up and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pounding in your heart.

I’ll be okay. They can save me. I just have to stall for a few minutes.

It had completely slipped your mind that you never told them it was the Hero Hunter in your home.

***

The suitcase was packed.

Your door had creaked a few minutes ago, signalling Garou had returned from snooping around your house to inspect your progress. His light footsteps trailed in and it had only taken one small look for him to deduce that you were too slow.

“I’ll help you pack, Angel. Obviously, you’re concerned about what I want you to wear, but trust me when I say I only want you to feel comfortable in your new home.” That was the least of all your worries. “You don’t need to try and impress me, I love how you look in everything.”

Truly, it wasn’t what he said, it was the way Garou said it that made your skin crawl. Like he had literally seen you in anything, so there was no point in showing him what he had already seen. Though it was true that you had felt like someone has been watching you for weeks now, you never really noticed that the gaze was real until this moment.

Oh God, this could be my life now.

No, you couldn’t think like that yet. The cops and hopefully some Class S heroes were on their way. All you had to do was keep Garou here just a bit longer.

Silence falls after his words and you resume folding your clothes and dropping them into the suitcase. Time to time, you hear Garou digging around in your dresser behind you before dropping a pair of your more scandalous undergarments into the case. The remainder of the moments spent in your room with you, he stands directly behind you with his bulky arms wrapped around your waist, solid as concrete. Sometimes, his chin sits on your shoulder and he watches you work. Others, he presses his lips to your bare skin, barely covered from your t-shirt, and runs his mouth up to your ear and down to your collarbone.

Of the two evils, you preferred the former.

You bite your tongue to stop from gagging at his wandering fingers. They’ve trailed up into your shirt, leaving your breath hitched, and now they’re making a move lower and lower. Just as the tips of his nails brush the zipper of your jeans, you start a conversation in effort to stop him.

“Garou.”

It works, and you almost cry out in relief when his hands draw back to your hips once more. “Hmm?”

Now that you’ve halted his movements, you’ve almost forgotten how you planned on keeping him preoccupied. Then the perfect question hits you.

“...Why me?”

Killing two birds with one stone, you were genuinely curious as to why the Hero Hunter had chosen you to be the object of his affection.

Though, apparently your question was hilariously easy to answer, as he lets out a deep chuckle after your words.

“Because, YN, you were made for me. I can tell. And I can’t let this world hurt someone so pure like you. I promise I’ll take care of you for the rest of-”

Police sirens in the distance cut off his declaration of love, approaching faster and faster. Garou mutters a curse under his breath, separating from you to open the blinds of your window.

Flashing red and blue lights grow brighter before he cuts them off completely with a flick of his wrist. When he turns around, his eyes are darting, searching for some clue as to how they knew- oh shit.

At last, his gaze lands on your phone, still sitting on the bed, face down. Your entire form stiffens and you berate yourself for not hiding it earlier.

Son of a bitch.

“YN,” he seethes, voice low enough to make you flinch. Your heart beats hard enough to climb up your throat as his eyes burn a hole into your forehead. “I sincerely hope you’re not that stupid.” You gulp but keep your head low, hands still fiddling with a pair of folded jeans. You don’t dare reply to him.

“Oh Angel, you’re about to learn who exactly you’re dealing with.” With one last glare in your direction, he strides out of the room. His gait is no longer light and disguised.

No, he’s no longer patient and sleek. Instead, his stomps echo all the way to your front door. You can almost hear the wind blow through your house as he whips the entrance open and steps out to greet what you hope are your saviors.

The sirens’ screeches have finally stopped but their lights still flash through the cracks of your blinds. From what you can see, there are only two squad cars.

Judging by Garou’s well-built yet lithe physique, you’d say those officers are more than screwed.

Not even two seconds later, the horror begins. The door to your bedroom is open, but God how you wish it was closed. Maybe it would muffle the pained screams.

Gunshots sound, rattling your ears as you stay put, praying that they’ve hit their target.

No man can escape a bullet. You hoped that philosophy would apply to this moment as well.

For a single second, silence hangs in the air enough to hear a pin drop.

Then you’re placed into real-time horror movie audio.

Broken cries of “Oh God,” and “No, please, I have a family!” slam through your body like tidal waves.

You wanted to run, but you felt frozen in place. The godawful sounds floating in from outside kept you locked in your spot over the suitcase.

Finally, your knees aren’t strong enough to hold you as they falter under the weight. With only your bed to support you, you wilt to the ground like a browning flower petal, collapsing in on yourself and whimpering into your kneecaps.

“Please,” you whisper.

Crack.

“Not me,” you rock back and forth.

Gurgle.

“I don’t want this.”

Shing.

“I never wanted this.”

Splash.

“Why?”

Slump.

By the time the sounds are over, you’ve smashed your palms against your ears hard enough to leave bruises. The taste of copper in your mouth reveals that you’ve been gnawing on your lip too.

Large, rough hands tug you off the ground and into a hulking embrace. Not a single indent or raise in Garou’s form is soft enough to give you comfort. You feel trapped against a brick wall, sobbing and shivering at all the screams, shouts, and snaps you had just heard.

One of his hands digs into your hair, yanking your head close enough that it’s ducked into his chest while the other uses its nails to pierce the soft skin of your lower back.

“You made me do this, YN.”

You can feel it against your face, the blood soaked into his shirt. Deep down, you know it’s not his.

“I need you in my life.”

This was your life now. Cops couldn’t save you. The heroes whose possessions you hid in your closet couldn’t save you. This man-

“And nobody’s ever going to take you away from me.”

This monster was unstoppable. Garou, the Hero Hunter, the Human Monster, had taken you as his own personal possession.

After gifting you with the trophies of his own wins, he would finally accept you as the ultimate prize.

“Now let’s go home, Angel.”