#yandere kazama chikage x reader

[gulnarsultan]

Your yandere husband Kazama and your youngest child, your daughter Kotoura-san, are coming to your side. She hugs you in tears. She says the other kids are making fun of him. When he comes home in the evening, Kazama says he takes care of the mess.

[ddarker-dreams]

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Your hands currently rest on your thighs, tightly pressed into fists. Your nails were pressing so harshly into the soft flesh of your palm that it stung, but the pain helped ground you in reality. It was all you could think to do at this point and time. 

All you can hear is your own heartbeat. It pounds loudly, reverberating in your chest. The rest of the world feels unknown to you, nothing but a blur going by in the window next to you. Even the stars were covered up by low hanging clouds, there was nothing to bring you comfort.

Cuts and bruises smear your entire being. A mantra of self deprecation has looped in your mind, constantly looking back and wondering what you could’ve done better. It took months of planning. Even more will power and strength to execute. With less than moral decisions, you finally were able to wrestle yourself from Overhaul’s crushing grip.

That was around a day or so ago, if you had to guess. You ran from the secluded building he had you occupy when the moon was in the sky, running in the forest surrounding it towards the North star. It was the best plan you could pull together, but it wasn’t enough in the end.

An hour ago, it came to your attention that you were being chased. 

Multiple lackeys that worked under Overhaul, most likely. It didn’t matter who they were. What mattered is that he was going to find you soon, and you couldn’t even fathom the punishments instilled upon you for your transgressions towards him.

Your body had already begun to shut down at that point. Adrenaline was fleeting, soon being replaced by horror. Breathing shallow, head dizzy, and unsure of your future. To make matters worse, you had tripped on tree roots too many times to count; moonlight not enough to illuminate paths ahead of you.

If you were at full health, you could’ve put up a better fight. But your body was in no condition to fully utilize your quirk, and they were gaining on you fast. Much to your own shame, you had to surrender yourself to them as they ganged up on you.

The worst part was the wait. They communicated to their boss that you had been located, along with your current location. Time was cruel and slow, moving at a snail’s pace after that point. Eventually, a black, unmarked car drove up.

You didn’t even need to look up to know it was him.

His inhuman gaze piercing your own, eyes running over your brutalized physical appearance. He said nothing to you, but ordered you to be drug into his car.

And here you were now. Consumed by anxiety and regret, a foot apart from your tormentor who hasn’t spoken to you. You knew better than to beg for forgiveness, he’d hear nothing of it. So you opted on saying nothing. All you had where your own thoughts and overwhelming fear. 

That was until now.

“The moment we get home, you are to shower. Understand?”

His tone is menacing, unflinchingly dominant. You can’t even fathom the level of hell you landed yourself into, chewing on your lip to alleviate some of the anxiety. 

“I understand.”

Your response is barely audible, but it must’ve been good enough. Working up a bit of courage, your eyes shift in his direction. He was currently resting his head on his fist, his elbow on the car’s window.

It would’ve been better if he was outwardly upset. Even the most watchful eyes would have a difficult time telling what Chisaki was feeling. His stoic visage always stayed the same, no matter the circumstances. 

“You will be receiving a physical tomorrow. From this point forward, I’ll have to carefully monitor your condition to see that you properly heal.”

“I understand.” 

At your response, a hint of a reaction sparks. He looks over towards you, seat belt squeaking at the shift in position.

“What have you consumed in the last twenty-four hours?” he demands. A bead of sweat forms on your temple, as you don’t want to make matters worse than they already are. 

“U-um… just a bottle of water. I lost it at some point.” you murmur dejectedly, breaking away from his penetrating stare. Silently, you hope that your answer is enough to satisfy him. 

When it came to your health, Overhaul is overbearing to a degree most doctors would scoff out. You’re not excited for all the future medical procedures and shots he no doubt had in store for you. It wouldn’t come as a surprise to you if he already set them up. 

“Tell me, [First]. What were you thinking?” His tone is dangerous, a sensitive topic forthcoming. An uneasy sigh leaves your lips as exhaustion hits you all at once, wanting nothing more than to sleep and be far away from him.

He narrows his eyes at you, taking your silence as an insult. “Answer me.” 

“There’s nothing I can say that you’ll accept.” you truthfully admit, eyes heavy. Your mind was already wondering, unable to form coherent thoughts. The adrenaline was all but gone, leaving you vulnerably tired.

“You’re right, it makes no sense after all. I’ve given you everything you need to be safe and in good health. Why you would reject this is beyond me.” he attempts to rationalize to you, but you feel irritation beginning to grow. Your eyebrows furrow at his words.

Was he really that unaware of himself?! 

“Overhaul–” he winces at the usage of his Villain name, preferring when you used his name. “–I don’t want this. I want to live like I used to. I want my life back from you.” 

It was a stupid thing to say, there’s no denying it. But as exhaustion overwhelms every part of your being, your ability to control your tongue has begun to slip away along with your patience.

“Hm… so that’s how you see it.” he responds, devoid of emotion. He closes his eyes for a moment, rubbing circles into his temple.

“You are a troublesome one after all,” he expresses, before reopening his eyes. “It’d be in our best interest if you accept things how they are. These childish actions are unbecoming of you.” 

You grit your teeth, numerous curses towards the male next to you in your mind. 

“Even so,” he begins, a hint of amusement present. His golden eyes flash, and he starts to move closer to you. Your eyes widen at the predatory movement, and his hand harshly grips your face; forcing you to look at him.

His gloves feel cool against your flushed skin. All of this was just to intimidate you, but by god was it working. Before you can even struggle, you’re taken aback by the sheer intensity in his eyes. You shiver as he maintains eye contact with you, unblinking.

“It’d only be easier for you that way. Regardless of how you decide to behave…” he trails off, pausing momentarily. You can’t see his mouth, but you know he’s smirking.

“I always get what I want.”

[gulnarsultan]

Kazama Chikage, Amagiri Kyuju and Shiranui Kyo are yandere for you.