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[Requested] Twin! Aizawa + Twin! Reader

(DEATH CONTENT

Requested by skeletondemon3! Finally someone replied....)

You and Shōta are twins, with a surprising amount of similarity.

You two got the same hair, same eyes, same height, even your voices are similar!

The only problem is that you've killed countless of villains and civilians in the past, and now a pro hero is hunting for you.

To be executed.

"(Y/N), calm down. I'll find a way to free you." Shōta comforted you through the phone.

"It's no use. Not even all might can save me." Your voice saddened, mentioning you can't be saved no matter which choice you pick.

"But hey, I can do something about it."

"It has been confirmed, Shōta. They won't rest till they literally get my head."

Every positive thing he said, you'll push it down.

This continued until he suddenly fell silent.

You thought he's finally done with your bullshit, but you heard him sigh.

"Then we'll escape." Your eyes widened and you dropped your phone.

You picked up your phone and with fear and anxiety, you scolded, "But that means you're helping a villain! You can't do that!"

"(Y/N), you're my twin. I'll do whatever I can to protect you." You sighed in a surrendered way.

"Okay. Let's get outta here. Alive."

"Change into your hero costume. Since it's similar, they'll never know the difference." You nodded, hanging up the phone to quickly search for your costume.

The only difference between yours and Shōta's, he has the scarf.

You changed into your costume, like he said, to go to his house and found his face completely shaved clean.

"Wow.... I've never seen your clean face for... years." Your eyes widened, his lips curved to a smile.

"That long, huh?" You nodded.

He stepped out of his house and looked around for any hidden pro heroes.

"I'm gonna investigate before we official run away. You'll never know how they'll act." He looked at you with stern, yet worried eyes, like he just saw your fate ahead of you.

"Alone? No way. We have to work together." He just giggled with a smirk.

"You know that I'm twelve minutes older than you." You snickered at his joke, playfully punching his elbow.

"Then I'll stay here. Just.... don't die." He kissed your forehead as a farewell.

"You know I never will." And with that, he ran off.

You quietly remained in his house for hours now.

"Is he... is he dead? Is he really gone? Just like that?!" Fear and panic rushed into your entire immune system, but it remained calm when you heard several knocks.

You swung the door open to see him all sweaty, tired, and afraid.

"Shōta, what's-"

"They're here. They're coming at about five minutes!" Your face whitened, some might argue your face is as white as snow.

"Quick! At the backdoor!" You held his wrist, dashing out of the backdoor that leads you straight to a forest.

While going in the forest, you could hear guns being fired, people shouting behind you two, and your heavy pants.

You reached out of the forest and found yourself in the open with a beautiful lavender field covering most of the ground.

"Wow....." you let out between your pants, Aizawa just sighed in admiration.

"We should've gone out more..."

"If only we had the actual will to do it." You laughed, when simultaneously, the police arrived with guns in their hands.

"You, Aizawa (Y/N), are gonna put your hands up!!" The police aggressively yelled, with a pro hero at their tails.

"Your fun's over, Aizawa (Y/N). Just surrender to us. We promise we'll make it painless." Your back was facing them, so as Aizawa's.

"COME ON!!! HANDS IN THE AIR!!!" The police yelled it louder and louder each time.

"On a count of three, you're gonna put your hands in the air, or we will shoot both of you!!!" You faced to Shōta, his eyes not really shining as bright as usual.

"3...!!!" You thought of how you both could escape this alive.

"2...!!!" You faced to him once again, his smile saddened as he looked straight.

"1-" Shōta put raised his hands, small tears falling out of his cheeks, the same as you.

"Now, you can say your goodbyes to your brother before we can begin." You can't believe that people are stupid enough to buy it, but you can't believe that he sacrificed for you even more.

You both hugged each other tightly like you've never hugged before.

"I'm so sorry. But it's the only way." You gripped onto his shoulder, refusing to let him go.

"Please, Shōta..... I don't want you to go...." He sobbed at your words before a police pry him off and put him a blindfold.

The police commanded him to kneel so the pro hero can cock a gun at his temple.

"Now. Any last words, villain?" Anger silently boiled for your innocent brother.

"In fact, yeah." Aizawa faced to you, still with his blindfold, he said the one thing you've said the most often in both of your lives.

"C'mon, Shōta! It's snack time!" That was his last wide, bright smile before.....

*bang!!*

*thud!*

"NO!!!!!!!" You ran to his now dead body, hugging it tightly as his skin turns cold.

"Oh, Eraserhead. Surely she couldn't mean THAT much." Your anger has filled up till everything were spilling out.

"Why, you little-"

"HA HA HA- oh...." a tall, masculine figure appeared right in front of you, backing away to what he's seeing.

"All might, what did you- holy shit...!!!" Present Mic appeared, covering his mouth in shock.

"Oh. Care to defend a villain, I see?" All might and present Mic looked back and forth between you and Shōta.

"I see you want to have the same fate." Those little threats were effective enough to make the pro hero and the police retreat.

Present Mic and all might faced to you with sympathy in their eyes.

"It's pathetic, isn't it? I couldn't even save my 'sister'. I'm such a horrible 'brother'..." You said between your smiles and tears.

"(Y/N)-Kun.... please stop pretending." Your eyes shot up, crawling away from the two of them.

"H-hey, hey.... we won't tell them. We understand, and we'll protect you. Got it?" The two wrapped you into a hug, making your crying even worse.

"Although you have to live as your brother, we promise, we will not tell anyone about it." All might assure you with his signature smile, but sad eyes.

"Thank you. Thank you for doing this... for me..." You sniffed as you smiled.

"Wait, does that mean I have to work?"

".....yes." A sweat dropped with their smiles.

"Well, damnit." You three giggled, giving each other one last hug.

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