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Good and Evil {Iwaizumi Hajime} (Request)

Iwaizumi is a superhero, you're a villain, and the two of you are roommates but are completely unaware of each other's secret identities!
Requested by @Hysterical_Eternity
A/n: lord help me bc I love iwa chan and sometimes I just can't control myself...
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"What the hell happened to you this time? You look like you were dragged halfway across the city."

"Same goes for you!"

Your roommate let out a long sigh as he walked over to the freezer in the kitchen and grabbed a few ice packs before wrapping them up with towels. You watched him as he walked over to the couch where you were sitting and offered you a couple of ice packs. You murmured your thanks under your breath as you stuck the ice packs on your bruised shoulder and knee.

"I fell down the stairs at work... What's your excuse?" you asked and raised an eyebrow at him. You leaned back against the couch and let your head rest against the soft cushions.

"I was helping a friend move into his house and he let go of a couch that he was taking up the stairs before I was expecting him to. That obviously didn't end well for me," Iwaizumi grumbled as he placed an ice pack on his head and his torso.

"Aww, those muscles of yours couldn't stop the couch before it hit you?" you cooed mockingly as you squeezed his toned arm. You winked at him and giggled, even when he swatted your hand away.

"And that overinflated head of yours couldn't break your fall? What a shame..." he retorted bitterly.

"I would kick you but I'm too sore."

Iwaizumi simply scoffed and turned his attention to the television, which had been playing a random show.

About half an hour later, you fell fast asleep on the couch, curled up with your back facing Iwaizumi. He noticed that you were asleep, and checked the clock. Upon realizing how late it was, he took the ice packs off his body and plucked the ones lying on your body off of you before putting them in the freezer. He then approached your sleeping form and picked you up, carrying you into your room and setting you down in your bed.

Looking down at you, he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face before pulling the covers of the bed up over you and leaving your room, closing the door behind him. He then went off to his own room and got into bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time before finally falling asleep himself.

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The next evening, you stood in the attic of an abandoned townhouse—your hideout. You looked over your map of the city and at the places you'd marked in red ink as you restricted your (h/l) (h/c) hair by putting it into a black mask that you wore as part of your outfit. Even though the tight suit served to prevent anything from catching on hooks, wires, or lasers, you couldn't deny that it made your figure look very attractive.

Once you'd gone over your plan in your mind, you set out to execute it, making your way to the nearest museum. You'd seen the owner of the museum stow quite a lot of money away in that hidden safe in his office, and you wanted some.

"I'm sure that man would be willing to loan a bit of money to a former college student who's still trying to pay off debt and who is living with her best friend whom she actually loves but is too scared to tell because she's actually a thief—and a pretty damn good one at that," you hummed to yourself softly as you used your grappling hook to swing from building to building through the darkness of the night.

When you saw the museum a few feet away, you stopped and walked closer to the edge on the rooftop you were standing on. As much as you didn't want to be a thief, you seemed to have a knack for stealing things from right under people's noses, so you were going to use it. "If anything, I hope he views this money loss as a sort of forceful donation to a good cause. Besides, it's not like I steal from the poor! These people have more money than they can spend!"