Shouta Aizawa had given up on finding his friend Y/N L/N years ago. When she had lost everything including her hero license after a fatal mistake, she just disappeared. It has taken Shouta a long time to come to terms with this, but now he has to fa...
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Y/N didn't really feel too comfortable in her flowy black dress. It was the only thing she had and while she would have preferred the look of a nice pencil dress, she did realize that it was a horrible idea in case she'd have to fight. At least this way she had a much better range of movement.
It had been such a long time since she had worn a dress. The last time was when she was meeting Shouta for this fancy dinner years and years ago. All platonically, of course. Which was bullshit and they both kinda knew it, but neither of them wanted to admit that they had feelings for the other person. And a relationship didn't really fit into their life plans at that moment, anyway.
But that had all been years ago. Ever since Y/N had stopped being a hero she was mostly in sweatpants or some old jeans. Maybe work pants, but that was it. She didn't own much and she didn't need much. She wasn't getting any work anyway. She owned a single fancy suit for going to some of the better mahjong halls, but that was the best she could do with what she had.
Right now she was in a taxi with Shouta and Hizashi, kind of sandwiched between them again. They were going to some fancy place that Takamoto was apparently frequenting. Just to watch him or talk to him or whatever. Y/N wasn't really sure, because no one had told her much.
She suspected that she was just here as bait again. So Takamoto would notice her and maybe slip up and make a mistake. It was a really uncomfortable thing to be aware of - that she didn't matter enough to be protected, but she was important enough to be a necessary sacrifice. She could understand where Tsukauchi was coming from and this was what she deserved, but... it still seemed cruel.
Shut up. You know what was cruel? What Takamoto did to all those women back in the day. And you were defending him all this time, giving him alibis, continuing to do hero work, lying to everyone. You should be ashamed of yourself, Y/N... You deserve to die as cruelly as possible.
Y/N shook her head slightly, hoping that neither Shouta nor Hizashi would notice. She didn't want to answer any uncomfortable or awkward questions. She didn't like talking about those kinda feelings... because she knew that people would start pitying her and she didn't want that. She didn't deserve it.
She glanced over at Shouta. He still looked breathtakingly handsome - especially in that suit. It looked insanely good on him, even though Shouta was not the type of person anyone would expect to wear a suit. That was more a Hizashi thing and he wore that suit like he was fucking born in it. To be honest, Hizashi was wearing everything like he was born in it and he could pull off any look.
Just as Y/N was ready to sink back into despair in her own little world inside her head, the taxi stopped suddenly and she jerked forward a little. This had been unexpected, but it seemed like they had arrived. Y/N hated not knowing any details to this, but it was kind of understandable. Even just as a safety precaution in case she was secretly working with Takamoto.
