A Hero's Weakness. (yandere!HeroXVillian!Reader)

Chapter 2: Villian.

Just so you know, what encouraged me to make this story was this song, lol. Idk why, but it did. btw the song isn't mine, obviously. It's a good song!

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  Mark went home that night. He went home and saw his brother and father. His mother passed away when he was 14, but was ok with it.

  He had to get over it eventually...

  Mark quietly goes to his room, sitting on his bed, thinking of you.

  The way you pinned him showed how independent you wanna be... But if he even showed a tiny bit of dominance, you'd be forced to give in easily...

  You weren't independent. It was obvious when you both first met. You're not strong, you're human, so it's hard for you to be independent when people like him come along.

  Oh, but that's something he loved most... You were human.

  A human so determined to help others in need when the heroes didn't even take a second glance at the ones in need of help.

  It was beautiful... The determined look in your eyes was just amazing... It makes him feel like he should be doing the same. He should think more about what he's doing and help out the ones really in need of saving.

  He wants to be as amazing as you... You're something special.

  Mark blushes, smiling. "Even if I can't be like her, she'll still be there for me to admire. She is my little villian, after all. Oh, I can't wait to save the day from her crimes... Who knows, maybe I'll save her life and maybe she'll... Want me..." His eyes widen and he shakes his head. "Gah! N-no! She's a villian! What am I thinking?! Ugh!" He covers his face in shame.

  "She'll never want me... And even if she did, it's forbidden... Once she signed that villian contract, and I the hero contract, we were meant to be enemies forever..." He clenches his fists, feeling a sting in his heart and for once, he felt a single tear fall.

  He hasn't cried in so long... Not since his mother's death...

  Why does someone like you already mean so much to him?

  You're just a human playing villian... You're an idiot looking to get hurt... 

  Oh, but he wouldn't let you get hurt... He couldn't!!

  You're too precious! You're his little gem! He'd probably break the rules if you got hurt! He'd probably... Kill... If you got hurt...

  "Ugh, I need to stop thinking about her..." He mumbles, sighing. He lays back, staring at the white ceiling. He could try to convince you to be a hero and abandon that villain life. They'll allow it. Only probably is... You're so damn stubborn. "She's just a villian, nothing else. Just a low-class, wimpy villian... That's all..."

  He blinks.

  "A villian fighting for the sake of others..."

  He starts to blush.

  "A villian trying to bring the weaker ones a life they'll smile in and never forget."

  He smiles.

  "A villian doing wrong for the sake of other's happiness. A villian I admit I admire and love, Oh, shit, Y/n, I'm your first fan. Your number 1..."

  Mark closes his eyes, still smiling. "Nobody said I couldn't be her number one fan." He lays on his side and hugs his pillow.

  "My sweet little villian, I love you~"

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Sorry, it's short ;-;