Kiss (BNHA X reader)

24

After buying a burner phone and informing my brother what happened and walking around in a disguise, I was getting tired. I mean. I just came out of a coma a mere 3 hours ago. It was like the entire hero community was hunting me down. I don't blame them. I knew the things that went on in UA and I knew some of the Heroes secrets. They think I'm a traitor.

I see some heroes questioning people a block away. I walk the other way and turn down an alleyway.

"Someone must have somewhere important to be," a voice points out. I hear chuckles. I look over to see the LOV. They don't recognize me. "Well?" Dabi asks with a smirk. I flip him off. This, apparently, wasn't a smart move. He pushes me against the wall and holds me there. I can feel his palms heating up. I scoff. "You're a dumbass, you know that right?" I ask. "Oh shit," he recognizes my voice. I pull off the mask that covered  the lower part of my face. "Well fuck," shigaraki said. "You guys might want to go. There's a pro-hero a block away," I informed them, continuing on. "We've been worried about you," Dabi's voice stops me in my tracks. I smirk. "You should go," I tell him once again, continuing to walk. "Just- be careful. If you need anything, just come get me," shigaraki tells me. I wave, putting the mask back on.

A month... a month and they were still on my ass. Not that they could find me. I slept on shigs couch sometimes, taking the offer of help. Dab's couch too. So many cuddles... sometimes I forgot that they were villains. They told me they felt guilty for what happened even though it was my fault. Today I was wandering. It was early.

I find a tv shop to see a news report through the window. "Kenichi and Emiko L/n were investigated once again for information on their traitorous sister, y/n l/n..." I clench my fist.

"Shame really," a voice points out next to me. "I liked having her around," I see his reflection in the window. Aizawa!?

I wanted to cry, scream, to say something, but I couldn't risk it. He talked idly while I just stood there, tears running down my cheeks and my fists clenched. I walked away.

No matter how much I craved his company, we were different. Too different. I'm not a hero... I'm a fake. A sham.

And I hurt the people closest to me.

A hand pulls me into the alley next to the tv shop, pushing me against the wall. A hand against my chest, just below my neck, held me in place.

I start to squirm, locking eyes with my ex-teacher. His hand reaches for my face, but mine are quicker holding his wrist away. The hand snatches my wrists, pinning them above me. His hand was soon replaced with fabric. My ankles were also bound with fabric. One hand clasped to my hip and one snuck to my face.

I turn my head away, still squirming. "Shh. Don't cry," he pulls my mask off gently. His hand hold my face and he forces me to look at him. He wipes my tears. He smiles and I can see tears welling up his tired eyes.

"Just as I remember..."

I was still crying through confusion, mouth agape and face scrunched in pain, not physically, but worse.

It was like the man who condemned me was crying for me, because It was... him. Standing here. Crying in anguish. For me.

"Beautiful... so, so beautiful,"

My hands were released. I pant. There's a beat before I hug him. I was panting and crying. He held me close, as if afraid to lose me again. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I should've known better. I was just scared," he confessed.

"I hate that I can't hate you. I hate that I love you. I hate that I forgive you. I hate that I want you," I mutter.

"I'm sorry," he cried.

"We-we have to get you somewhere," he wiped his tears. "What?" My eyebrows crease. "I want to keep you safe, no matter what it takes," he reaffirmed. He picked me up bridal style and started swinging with his scarf.

Once we land, he sets me down. He knocks on a door and it opens. A particular redhead exchanges a few words with his teacher then noticed my presence.

He falters. He just stands there.

"Kirishima," Aizawa addressed. Kirishima doesn't look at him. "Heroes protect the innocent. Be a hero," Aizawa said finally.

Kirishima steps out of the doorway, allowing Aizawa and I inside.

He didn't stop staring.