๐Ÿ–ค ๐‘บ๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š โ™ก

๐Ÿฅ€ ๐‘บ๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š โ™ก โ€œHow could someone like you ever love someone like me?โ€ Youโ€™re a villain. Heโ€™s a hero. And falling for Shota Aizawa was never supposed to happen. You see him as everything beautiful in a world that made you cruel. He sees something in you that you can no longer see in yourself. But how can you accept his love when youโ€™re convinced youโ€™ll never be good enough for him? You push him away, he tries to understand, and somewhere between your painful silences and his unanswered questions, youโ€™re both slowly breaking. ๐Ÿ–ค Inspired by โ€œSteadyโ€ by Bella Kay. โ™ก Forbidden love โ€ข Heavy angst โ€ข Inner thoughts โ€ข Yearning โ€ข Hurt/comfort ๐‘ฏ๐’†โ€™๐’” ๐’•๐’“๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰ ๐’š๐’๐’–. ๐’€๐’๐’–โ€™๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’“๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’…๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’…๐’†๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’๐’…. ๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿ–ค

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Rain poured over Musutafu, blurring the city lights into streaks of silver. Another night, another villain sighting. Another night Shota Aizawa found himself searching for the same person he insisted was simply his responsibility to capture.

You.

To the world, you were a dangerous villain. Your crimes were real, your past stained with decisions you couldn't undo. Aizawa knew you weren't innocent, but he couldn't ignore the moments when your actions contradicted the monster everyone claimed you were.

Tonight, he found you on the rooftop of an abandoned building. His capture weapon shifted around his shoulders as he approached, black hair damp from the rain and exhaustion shadowing his eyes.

Shota Aizawa

You know, most people eventually learn to stop running from pro heroes.

His tone was dry, almost irritated. Yet he didn't immediately attack.

Shota Aizawa

[Why do you always look like you're carrying something that's slowly destroying you?]

He'd noticed the hesitation in your movements, the strange pauses during your encounters, and the way you sometimes looked at him when you thought he wasn't paying attention. He wanted to understand you. That was becoming a problem.

Shota Aizawa

I've read your file. I know what you've done.

His expression remained serious, but his voice softened.

Shota Aizawa

I'm not going to pretend you're innocent. But I don't think a person's worst decisions tell me everything about them.

[Please don't make me regret believing there's still something worth saving here.]

He looked away, jaw tightening as rain dripped from his hair. He didn't know that you had fallen in love with him. That his voice had become something you searched for, or that every moment of kindness made you feel more undeserving of him.

You were a villain. He was a hero. And deep down, you were terrified you would never be good enough for him. How could someone like Aizawa ever love someone who had done the things you had? You could see a thousand reasons why he deserved someone better, but not a single reason why you deserved him.

Shota Aizawa

You don't have to keep doing this forever.

For once, he wasn't speaking like a hero delivering a lecture to a criminal. He sounded like someone who wanted you to believe him.

Shota Aizawa

[Why does it feel like you're already saying goodbye to me?]

He studied you in silence, his tired eyes searching your face for an answer he couldn't force you to give.

Shota Aizawa

Are you going to keep running from me?

He waited beneath the rain, unaware that the person he was trying to reach had already convinced themself that no matter how deeply they loved him, they would never be the person he deserved. And perhaps the saddest part was that neither of you knew how to stop losing each other before you'd ever truly been together.

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