#To be clear I got nothing against MitsuKou/HanaNene shippers

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In regards to HanaKou discourse, I've always seen people say 'Kou's into Mitsuba!!' or 'they're just platonic besties! Plus Kou rejected Hanako!!!' and sure, maybe Kou doesn't have a thing for Hanako but has anyone REALLY stopped to consider Hanako has a thing for Kou??? And just. Didn't process it because of internalized homophobia AND his crush on Nene overshadowing his feelings for Kou??? Because THIS chapter had NO RIGHT to be so fruity on Hanako's part

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yandere! hanako x nene headcanons

(yandere! hanako x yashiro nene | headcanon and oneshot | fluff and gore | 1.9k words | spoilers)

— requested by @mako-neexu —

HHHHH yes this is hananene, after all that mitsukou I wrote whoops. @mako-neexu I hope this does you justice. This will contain spoilers from the manga so please proceed with caution. THERE IS A BIT OF GORE IN HERE TOO, SO IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THAT KIND OF CONTENT, I SUGGEST YOU SEARCH UP SOME FLUFF CONTENT. (unedited)

ON ANOTHER NOTE: y’all hananene and mitsukou shippers better believe that requests are open 😤😤

He can be an obsessive yandere

Obsessive in a way that he’d always have her on his mind, wondering how she was, imagining their time together, or reminiscing of her warm hands in his cold ones

He was obsessive in that he cared for her so much that she became the center of his universe

However, he wanted to be the only center of hers

“When are you going to pay attention to me?” Hanako whined. When Yashiro was finished cleaning the bathroom, she started working on schoolwork. The apparition floated beside her, trying to read what she was writing that was so important.

“I swear, you can be like a cat sometimes...” Yashiro sighed as she went back to work, ignoring Hanako. Dejected, he started playing with the mokke, but he still felt down that she was focused on something else. He ended up losing against the mokke, too distracted to pay attention to the game.

He looked back up. He had been playing for a few minutes, but Yashiro wouldn’t move. She kept looking back and forth between papers and books. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, something the apparition noticed. He didn’t know how long he stared at her features, but at this point, he can probably draw her face from memory.

He didn’t notice his body float upside down in front of her. He didn’t even remember standing up to go there. He said nothing, and continued to stare. Yashiro knew he was staring, but she forced herself to continue her work. Although, she could admit that he was cute this way. Not that she’ll ever admit that to his face.

He can be a jealous yandere

Jealous in a way that he masks it so well, that he was the calm before the storm, except the clouds were already raining

He was jealous in that it was quiet, so quiet and small that you’d never see it coming and you’ll end up surprised at how much he bottled up

However, he wanted to do something about it

He never cared about it. Really, he didn’t. He didn’t. He thought that he didn’t. The amount of schoolwork that Yashiro received seemed suspicious. Even Tsuchigomori believed that she was doing too much homework. He felt his blood rise when he found out why.

“Why should you do his homework?” Hanako tried to keep a level head. Inside, he was seething with anger. Yashiro certainly had lots of things piled up, not to mention how dangerous her situation is, given that she was tied to Hanako.

“It’ll be fine, besides, I can be closer to him when it’s over!” Yashiro beamed. Hanako couldn’t say no to a face like that. He adored her too much to see her distressed. But he knew that the other kid was only using her. But trying to reason with Yashiro would lead him nowhere. Sure, they had this conversation before, but this time, she seemed sure.

He watched her walk away. His mind drifted to that kid. He’d have to check if this boy was worth her time. Not that he was, anyway. He passed by the hallways. Ignoring Tsuchigomori’s confused face, Yako’s surprised expression, and Akane’s shocked and almost scared face. They could tell that he was keeping something sinister within.

He can be a protective yandere

Protective in a way that he would come to her whenever there was danger, and would ward off any apparition that posed a threat to her life

He was protective in that his arms were wrapped around her frame in a secure and tight hug whenever she was scared

However, he wanted to protect her through any means necessary to avoid death

The murderous apparition didn’t stand a chance. He was trapped in the bathroom, Number 7’s domain. Hanako may be a mischievous, childish, and an overall playful guy. But even the Seven Mysteries know that he has a limit. The moment the apparition had its sights on Yashiro, he didn’t hesitate to run.

By the time he reached her, he thought it was too late. Her body was slumped against the wall, blood dripped down the side of her head as her eyes seemed close to shutting. Yashiro’s chest rose weakly, making it hard for her to breathe.

He felt his mood shift. In a flash, he cut up the apparition into a thousand pieces, causing his hat to fly, and left no evidence of what happened. Whenever he looked directly into their eyes, it was the eyes of dead man with nothing more to lose. The apparition howled in agony before promptly disappearing when he rushed to Yashiro’s side, cradling her head in his hands. He could feel a faint pulse on her wrist, letting out a sigh of relief.

“I could’ve lost you today.” He nearly wept as he buried his head on the crook of her neck. He wanted to remember the feel of her touch and keep it to memory. He wanted to memorize the outline of her face and figure before he could lose her. When Yashiro’s hand made contact with his hair, he found his heartbeat slow to a steady beat as he listened to hers.

He can be a gentle yandere

Gentle in a way that he would pet her hair, give her soft hugs, and look at her the way every girl would want to be looked at

He was gentle in that Yashiro is the only person he ever approached with comforting hands, the only person to be hugged that way, and the only person he looked at with such love

However, he wanted to be the only person who could be like that to her

Hanako found himself washing away the blood. The mokke delivered a first aid kit as he stitched her up. After watching Tsuchigomori stitch up his wounds and healed his bruises when he was a kid, he was able to remember how to do it. It’s a good thing he remembered how to.

Yashiro winced with pain, and there was nothing Hanako could do but to continue his work. He gave the bloodied rag to the mokke, who started to wash it away in the sink. He tried helping her stand up, but her legs gave out. Yashiro tried to speak, but she was too tired to talk.

“How have you always drawn the attention of apparitions lately?” He joked as he started to pack up the med kit. He almost felt jealous again, after all the ghosts that came to her. Yashiro looked away, with a flustered expression and a face full of regret. He noticed the change of atmosphere, immediately floating to her side, ready to comfort her. He heard a sniffle coming from her. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay—“

“No, it’s not okay!” He stopped his hand mid air, clearly taken aback by her outburst. He didn’t understand how she felt, but he knew she was sad. She was shaking so much, he wanted to wrap his cape around her, which is what he did. He dried her tears with it when she continued to speak. “He said he’d come for help, but it’s clear he escaped to save himself.” It was quiet after that.

He can be a playful yandere

Playful in a way that he would tease her endlessly, amused by her reactions and faces

He was playful in that he takes joy in the flustered expression she’d always have, which one could mistake for sadistic tendencies

However, he wanted to distract her from the apparition

There would be another time to be angry. Right now, he has a shaking girl in his cloak, clearly wallowing in embarrassment that she hoped for something that kid couldn’t bring her. The mokke held up a piece of candy for her to take. She unwrapped it and started to eat it when Hanako got an idea.

“Would you prefer to make him into udon?” A weird question, he knew as much. It was a weak joke, yet it sent giggles through her throat. He thought it was strange, how something like that would make her smile. Maybe it was because of the many apparitions he threatened to turn into udon. Somewhere in the school, Yako tensed up.

“Maybe turn him into daikon?” It was his turn to laugh. Yashiro was blushing, maybe because she compared the boy to a radish. Hanako laughed loudly, making Yashiro giggle a little, too. He smiled at the thought, turning that coward into daikon. Maybe Yashiro won’t be the only one he’ll be calling that.

Once Yashiro regained her strength, they exited the bathroom. Yashiro went home, hoping to avoid that boy again. Hanako waved goodbye as he went back to the school premises, searching for that kid. He passed by unsuspecting students, before he caught sight of his hair. His expression darkened, one thing running in his head. Something he hoped that Yashiro would never know.

He can be a quiet yandere

Quiet in a way that he never lets Yashiro know what’s going on in his head

He was quiet in that he never let her know how much he dreamed of killing that kid, how often he wanted him to stop looking for Yashiro, and how he wished Yashiro would only see him

However, he didn’t want to remember that one moment

Night fell. He isolated himself in the third stall of the bathroom. He let the darkness consume him, his thoughts drifting back to the boy. The mokke sensed a murderous aura surrounding the school mystery, and didn’t dare to enter the bathroom.

He thought of slicing his throat, for every lie that came out his mouth. He thought of scratching his eyes out, so that he could never look at Yashiro. He thought of cutting his hands out, so that he may never give Yashiro his homework ever again. He thought of carving words on his back and chest, so that the boy may see a reminder of his cowardice every time he had to change. He thought of paralyzing him, so that he may torture him for hours without any problems, and make him count how many limbs he’d cut off. He thought of pinning him to the ground, his kitchen knife in hand, kneeling over his body, readying the knife in the air, not caring about the boy’s shocked face.

His mind flashed to his brother. He remembered it clearly. The day he finally snapped and killed Tsukasa. He thought of that moment, repeating it until he could muster out his last words over and over again. He shook his head. His eyes focused on the door in front of him. He was drowning in his head, making him wonder how much more he had yet to discover about himself.

He thought of what Yashiro would think if he continued with his ideas. But he knew, that he was trying to atone for his sins. His heart was conflicted. He wanted revenge, true, but he wanted to be absolved. He wanted to end Yashiro’s pain, but he didn’t want to think about how he killed Tsukasa. A cold breeze flew through him as he continued to ponder. After a few minutes, he walked out of the bathroom, waiting for the next day to come, adjusting his hat as the mokke feared the intense gaze Hanako had on his face.