To Be Opposites (Aizawa X Fem Reader)

5

Ok so maybe I was being a bit hasty. This is a big city, you know.

Since I had made the decision to bravely search for Eraserhead rather than allow him to find me first, two hours had passed and the sunrise was slowly approaching. It made me feel all sorts of nauseous to remember my last experience at that park with him but it also gave me an idea.

The one place he knew I would always be at on a Friday morning was in that location. I made the assumption that he was emotionally intelligent enough to come to the conclusion that I would not be there again after our last encounter. Then I also made the assumption that he was generally intelligent enough to think that I might live within the area if I was always coming to this particular park.

For that reason, I was currently camped out on a rooftop and ducking beneath the low wall around the edges of the building to hide my presence. The wind was harsh up here, whipping off the hood on my head repeatedly and riling my temper up but I refused to relocate because the location was ideal. I had a view of the many winding alleys and the various surrounding rooftops where a darkly dressed Pro-Hero might be watching from too.

After a while, I was beginning to think I had severely miscalculated but he proved me wrong as I was preparing to leave.

Blinking into the dark, I had convinced myself that the movement I'd seen on the rooftop opposite mine was all imagined but when his head appeared over the top of it, I felt a thrill in my veins. He really was here, just as I had predicted.

So he was somewhat predictable. That could be useful.

I remained hidden out of sight behind a small building on the roof. Once he had done a sweep of the streets below, the wind blowing in his hair like something from a shampoo commercial I'd seen on the televisions in shop windows, he turned and headed away from the ledge. For a second, he looked more like the hero he was known to be than the man I had sat with for so long.

The sun was showing signs of rising behind him, casting a low orange glow that created a blend of colours in the sky. It was picturesque, worthy of a dedicated painting.

Wrenching my gaze away from the scene, I wasted no time activating my quirk and sliding down the building through its giant shadows. Taking a long rest from using my abilities over the last week had allowed me to gather a sizable store of energy that I could use to tail the hero inconspicuously.

I raced to catch up with him and it didn't take me long to slink into the alleyway between his building and the one beside it. With bated breath, I waited. The sound of footsteps on the staircase echoed ominously like a countdown.

Eraserhead stepped out of the building almost silently; that was particularly impressive considering he was in heavy duty boots. No wonder that kick to the ribs caused a fracture...

No time to dwell however. I clung to the darkness as he peered left and right, my heart racing. He seemed unsatisfied with what he had seen and narrowed his eyes further, searching his surroundings intently. Once satisfied, he chose a direction and followed it.

As did I. With the sun increasingly rising, I was strongly aware that I'd run out of shadows to tail him in. Truthfully, I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing following him. I needed to see that he was recovering well from what I had done and I had already verified that. So what other reason did I have to follow him except for my own selfish gain? Deep down, I think I wanted a glimpse into his life. A glimpse into what he never shared with me.

It was unfair and obviously wrong. It was stalking. But something about me was that the negative feelings that came with doing things like this only hit me after I had done them. So in that moment, I was more curious about what he was thinking and doing than how I would feel when I realised that I was once again doing a bad thing.