𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗣 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗. :hearts:

⠕ :: DROP DEAD. ::

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‍ ‍‍ ‍‍                ➢ Uraraka is receiving cute little love notes and cards from a secret irer, though, gradually they become too overwhelming. She begins to throw them away and soon the cards become more dangerous and threatening for her actions.

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Time taken:: 6 days

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Word count:: 3,298

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Topics:: Violence, Obsession, TW: Blood & Gore

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Characters:: Ochako Uraraka, Toga Himiko

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Type:: #EtherLovePalette

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Art cr. @HozoMHA

#writingmatters

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     The first card was eager to slip free just from a simple jolt of Uraraka’s chair bumping into her desk. She was slow to process what it was, believing it to be some notes from class that she carelessly left behind in the small tables cubbyhole. The slot of desk often contained her miscellaneous belongings that she left behind such as erasers, clips, colorful pens… though her school work was important to her and was another story altogether when it came to keeping track of the collection.

      That was when, while bending down to reach it, she saw the beautiful pinkish etched handwriting across the cover: For a special girl.

        A blush crept to her cheeks once she gave the card sanctuary into her grasp, careful not to alarm Aizawa teaching in the front of the class about important economics. Thankfully, during times like these where she wanted to avoid interaction with the lesson, she found gratitude in being in the back of the room with only Iida to fear of scolding for lack of attention.

        Who would even go about calling her “special girl”? Especially in class 1-A, her classmates were rather reserved to their own circles, very upfront, or had little to no interest in romantics. She took a chancing glance over to Kaminari first from across the aisle, watching him balance his pen on his upper lip and his hands stretched behind his head before accepting he wouldn’t be so ditzy if it had been from him. Not to mention, he would be peeking at her to actually read it like an eager child. Deku then? She didn’t need to look over at him for confirmation, calling her such a cute pet name was out of his character. Opening the letter for clues and to read the rest of the contents, she felt a small smile quirk her lips. Someone was surely infatuated with her! If she couldn’t help but see her name printed in neat cursive, she would’ve considered that the card somehow made a mistake in getting into the wrong hands. There were plenty of girls in her class that were more appealing to men both in looks and personality. She felt a little plain in comparison, sure, but she never felt spiteful for it.

       Receiving a small complementary like this was a boast in confidence that came with much appreciation.

‘Ochako-chan, mind if I call you Ochako-chan? I hope you know how cute you look! Valentines is coming, we should meet up. I’ll wait by the east locker room entrance after school, we’ll call it a date! ♡’

       A meeting already? She was floored by the proposition and quipped to herself hastily if she should even be as bold as to go for it and meet with the mystery irer. They were obviously another student so it had to be safe, right? Not to mention, they would be meeting in a public setting so if they made advances that weren’t reciprocated she could always just walk away and deny them. Ochako went through her mental check list even after acknowledging she had no history of romance or secret gawkers before but, knew better than to rush into something new such as that.

     Even with that notion after class, she couldn’t help but be the first to rise from her seat immediately after dismissal and chuck her belongings into her pink bag for an urgent retreat.

     She waited by the written location and by 10 minutes ing double checked she was at the correct locker entrance. She dawdled around twirling a finger to a lock of hair, entering and exiting the locker room, and finally sitting at one of the end foot benches. She skeptically watched students roll in with groups or as individuals minding their own business and oblivious to Uraraka’s growing embarrassment. Had she been stood up? Were they laughing at her from a safe distance that she had actually tried to go along with it? Did she come off too desperately?

      Her anxiety began to flush her face of its natural light glow and she folded the card out into her hands again, rereading it for the hundredth time in the last hour of school. It was only then that she realized too late that the cards date of their meeting hadn’t matched the present date. She was the one who had duped the cards author.

It was an honest mistake.

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    Only slightly dismayed now that she had mistakenly blown someone off, Uraraka merely put it beside her that hopefully they understood. Accidents happen after all! She continued on through the week only feeling slight guilt though with her usual cheerful demeanor. It wasn’t as if it was a total loss, she never uncovered the card sender and they never did as well. Though, five days after her first card, she received another. This one made her feel lighthearted but, also churned a nerve in her stomach.

‘You never showed up, which is fine! You’re cautious, very smart for someone as pretty as you. I’ll give you a second chance soon, be on your best behavior!’

       There was no invitation included in this card and just like the last one, she flipped it around for more drawn out notes but found none. This time, it had been shoved into the slot of her shoe locker at the gymnasium. Uraraka was confused more than shaken up. A second chance but there was no meeting place listed this time around? Not to mention, the writer told her to be on her best behavior as if it were her purpose to cause trouble.

“It’s really the opposite…”

      Uraraka said to herself and quickly slammed the locker door closed when Mina slid in beside her to be nosy.

“Whatcha got there? A love note?!”

“Uhm! Ahah… something like that…”

    Uraraka begrudgingly handed the card over to her friend that jingled with multiple accessories like braclets, charms, and dangling earrings. If anyone knew about love Mina was surely the one out of her friend group who gossiped and raved the most about it. Though, her expression didn’t change an ounce from its stoic and judgmental expression, losing her happy go lucky attitude.

“Ochako, whoever this is, they really don’t know how to talk to a girl do they!”

      She handed the card back to Uraraka as if it were a test she didn’t want to take, her arms crossing over her chest when Uraraka took it back hesitantly and her posture leaning into the lockers that didn’t belong to her.

“I think they ought to leave you alone, they seem pretty bossy to me.”

“Honestly, I don’t know who they are Mina so getting them to do anything of the sort would be… challenging.”

    Ochako reasoned with a sigh, shaking her hand in her hair. Mina thought for a moment, looking like a stern mother who didn’t approve of a request. Finally, she made action by crossing the room, taking the small trash bin into her hands, and going back to Ochako.

“Throw it out, they’ll get the memo at that point.”

“Wouldn’t that hurt their feelings?”

     Ochako asked and regretted instantly for sounding like a total softy. Mina laughed instead, clamping a hand on Ochako’s back.

“Oh cmon! You’re worried about their feelings? They’re being really pushy with you, you should tough it out and show them not to talk to you that way!”

    Mina spit out the red gum she was chewing in order to make a point about trash, Ochako leaning in as it splattered and stuck onto tossed paper. Her friend was right, she was unnerved and had every notion to throw the card out and be left alone. Hesitantly, she tossed the card in and felt no need to retrieve it which she was thankful for. Giving off a sigh and holding her palm to her chest, the pink-dyed girl gave her a ing thumbs up and junked the bin back to where it belonged.

“Was that so hard? Let’s go get lunch!”

   She exclaimed with her contagious carefree attitude and held hands with Ochako as they hurried away together to see what was on the menu. If only Ochako glanced behind her once more, she would’ve seen someone bending down with a shaky hand and lifting up the gum covered card they worked so hard on.

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‘Ochako-chan, you’re a real heartbreaker, aren’t you? That’s a new side of you I can envy.’

‘Ochako-chan, sometimes when you walk home from school I follow right behind you! Do you even think about me when you’re alone?’

‘Ochako-chan, you look so cute when you’re looking around now for me. Who do you think I am anyways? Sometimes I think you look right through me! One day I want to stand right in front of you and…’

   Ochako threw down the 8th card now once she got home. The placements had been gradually getting worse, once even outside of her home walkway gate and ever since then she had been gripped with overwhelming fear. Pulling her curtains closed within her room, she looked back shakily to the card that laid on her floor, the glitter that was lazily glued to the cover littered the wood and shone bright at every angle as she wandered back over to it. Willing herself not to cry under pressure, she glanced at her calendar and allowed her finger to draw the days closer until Valentine’s Day. Only two. Ochako was wise enough to know that this harassment would end after that day; that’s all she had to do— wait it out until the day is over and she would finally be left alone. They would get the hint!

      Somewhere deep down, she didn’t want to confirm that this was all baseless assumption. Who was to say that this person wouldn’t continue after Valentine’s Day? The holiday could have just been an excuse and even so, what would happen after when the day came? The holiday this person had been looking forward to all along?

     There was a knock on the door that caused Ochako to jolt back away from it, sniffling and rubbing her sleeve across her face when she only heard her dad ask about her well-being.

“I’m fine! I’ll come in for dinner soon!”

    Ochako responded as calmly as possible, restraining her voice to not waver. She was fearful everywhere she went, everywhere she looked; fear of finally glimpsing behind her to find psychotic eyes watching her with devious desires.

    She ate with a stiff posture, insisting that they close the curtains in the main room. She stayed silent, even when her parents brought up topics such as the email about the gym party for school on the destined Valentine’s Day she had been dreading. She rested in bed with her eyes never leaving the window frame of her room, unable to fall asleep easily for even a peaceful sliver of time for the next day. Ochako tried to think about normal school things while getting up for the day, things that were sub-par in her mind now like tests, what they were having for lunch, and if she could finish her homework in another class before it was due. Though, as if to a laugh at her feeble efforts, Ochako was met with another card, this time stinky with fresh red ink. On her front door.

‘Let’s meet on the rooftop today during lunch.’

   No sweet-tone written cursive, no doodles of hearts and smiles. Just a proposition much like the first one but chilled colder like an order. Ochako willed her hand to stop shaking and pocketed the card into her bag before pressing to her gate and glancing out. No one was around. Yet, surely, she could feel eyes on her.

    Ochako made the mistake of keeping it a secret throughout the school day, not even considering to let Mina know about the meeting while she knew about the delivery of cards initially. She wished to just get it over with, say her bygones to the irer and have them leave her be already.

     The meeting was at school again too, nobody with a right state of mind would try something dangerous on campus? Though, Ochako wasn’t too sure this person had a right state of anything. At the designated time she brushed off her uniform skirt and jacket and tried her best to address herself as calm and collected. She rose to the upper staircase of the back portion of school, gradually ing by other students until she got to the levels where none attended class in those directions. The rooftop was usually off limits but, unlocked during these times leisurely for maintenance to make routine travels up and down for work.

   Hesitantly once she got to the double doored iron entrance Ochako hoped to every will and fiber of a miracle that the doors would be locked. They weren’t. No more excuses. She swallowed thickly before creaking the doors open and coming to the light of the outside, the wind blowing and making her nervous that she could easily be swept off the building.

   Upon coming into the clearing of the roof littered with broken desks and cabinets left in dumps to be tossed out or fixed later. She felt nervous once she finally fell witness to someone waiting for her she assumed. The girls back was turned away from Ochako as she stared past the gates surrounding the roofs edging. Her long blonde hair that stopped at shoulder length strayed in messy strands and once she turned around, Ochako’s heart leaped. Not out of adoration or flustered crushing, much like how she wanted this meeting to be when from the first card invitation, but instead out of shock at the wild cat like eyes the girl had, the creepy smile, and the way her expression quirked into something sinister when she laid her gaze on Ochako. The door snapped shut once Ochako accidentally let her fingers slip from its frame from behind her.

“Uhm…hello…! I think you told me to meet you here…I’m sorry if I got the wrong person…”

   Ochako said this but knew even as she stated the opposite she in fact had the right person. The one who’s been sending her the mysterious and pushy love cards. The girl didn’t say anything in response, only stared and looking as if she was ready to laugh— or suppressing one.

“Look… I just wanted to say I don’t really- …I’m trying to say I’m not really interested in anything romantic, honest!”

“Then why did you come? Seem kinda interested to me.”

   The girl teased, turning her body around fully now to twirl her hair with one finger and her other hand hidden behind her back. Ochako felt sweat build on her back and pulled at her uniform jacket uncomfortably by the collar.

“I came to tell you to please stop sending me the cards…”

“The cards you were throwing out anyways?”

   The smile from the girl was gone now and Ochako felt as thought she had stopped breathing, her eyes growing wide in terror as the blonde banged author approached.

“Why’re you surprised? You’re quite the actress you know! I thought you wanted me to know you were throwing them away?”

“I didn’t mean it to be in that way, it’s just-“

“Just what? You’re too good for me?”

  The aggressiveness slipped through but, the girls smile began to creep up again as she etched closer. Ochako was now the one to remain silent, pressing her back against the door and trying to remain calm. This was all just to scare her right? She couldn’t be actually serious about the way she was coming off!

“Ochako-chan ~ Why are you scared?”

“I just want to leave now.”

   Ochako boldly stated and let her hand touch the locked knob. She twisted it but, found no baring to swing it open and retreat. Letting her back turn toward the girl, she tried the knob again with more force only to feel something sharp wack in a slice against her wrist.

“Ouch! Hey!”

   Ochako screamed out in a startle and lurched away holding her hand in shock. She felt the blood seep into her palm before she dared to look down and see it. Did she really just cut her? Was this actually happening? She was utterly terrified to see the knife in the girls hand, petrified to hear herself screaming for her to stop and just let her leave, and stunned into fear when the adrenaline pushed her legs to move toward the gate on the edge of the roof to escape by other means. She felt her hair get torn back as she clawed her small hands into the fencing only to lose her grasping on them with the other girls strength.

“Ochako-chan, I’m not done yet. I want to show you

           how much I like you.”

    The knife the devil had concealed jabbed into the air once again and punctured flesh.

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   Toga Himiko smoothed out the end of her dress as she had seen Ochako do so many times in secret. She had pulled her hair up into cute little buns, adorned herself in girly attire, and felt the beaming joy of love show on red lips. She wondered if Ochako would love to see her in red much like how she loved seeing Ochako in red. It was too late to ask now or else she would be late to see the valentines party; to see her date.

     She had arrived under their noses. Every student attending the small hosted dance ignored her like always even when she stalked the halls in regular uniform during regular hours. She felt it gave her company being ignored, being invisible. If only they knew what Toga was capable of, what she desired, and what she had done. Swaying in her dress as she walked in it’s red glowed laces and fluffy flow, she was excited to take credit for the date she was about to bring to everyone’s attention. She had Ochako Uraraka after all! The prettiest girl she ever loved!

    She was only a little peeved that students were already rushing out of the gymnasiums stairways with sickened and mortified expressions. Toga was late after all but it was okay! Nobody would try to steal her date. Ochako was just for her only now. She hummed happily through pursed lips as students were running away now calling for help, an ambulance, the police. The gym was empty save for a few lingering daredevils that stayed away from the displayed body in horror but stuck in moralistic feelings to help her.

“H-hey, please don’t touch her, wait for the police!”

   Someone called for Toga with the suggestion but, she swayed by anyways with a mischievous smile. Ochako was waiting for her! How could she leave her be? They were perfectly matching in red and her pinned out position against the gym stage that Toga had planned out was a glorified sight in the mist of deep red lighting. Horrified, lingering students who came to have a good time watched as Toga bent to Ochako’s side and clasped hands with the dead weight of the girls damaged wrists and pierced skin.

“Let’s dance, Ochako-chan! ♡”