Random One-Shots Part 2

Memories Are The Worst Torture ((Aizawa X Reader))

((Super short story sorry! I was super inspired but i didnt want to force it and make it longer ya know? Any who enjoy!))

When you became a villain things changed in your life, everything changed. People feared you, your family disowned you, your entire life was flipped upside down.

You lost all your friends from school that went and became heroes. You fought against them In brutal battles but never killed them. You were a villain, yes but it hurt to even think about harming your friends.

After you did your first crime you ran away with nowhere to go, the police after you and your past chasing close behind them. You managed to find a small place to live where the landlord didn't care who you were as long as you paid rent and kept the cops away.

So how did he managed to find you? Had he come to turn you in, or just get his revenge and then leave?

You stared at the back of your former friend and lover, Aizawa. His hair was a mess across your bed, his body curled up making him as small as his body would allow.

You should've been angry. You should've killed him or fought or kicked him out.

There were no broken locks or broken windows, just his curled up sleeping body in your bed. When you stepped closer you finally saw it, your blood ran cold as you paused.

That made more sense...

You tucked another blanket around his body, and quickly pushed the hair from his tired face. The bags under his eyes seemed to be permanent, he hadn't lost them since middle school.

You went into the kitchen and started dinner. Enough for you and him to eat and cleaned up a little bit. It was a small apartment but it was home, with the money you stole you bought nice enough things.

It was humble.

You were at the table reading when he finally walked out to the bedroom, curled up in a blanket and one of the hoodies you kept that he gave you a long time ago. He was shocked you kept it but thankful none the less.

"Sit, your not leaving until I look at your wounds." You set the book down to stare him in eyes.

He sat down across from you,

"You're not angry." He murmured, his hands tightening around the flimsy blanket. "Normally you would be interrogating me."

"I'm furious, but not at you. This wasn't your fault, though maybe part of it is. But if I ask you what happened you'll leave won't you?" You shook your head and pointed to the plate in front of him. He stared at the plate in thought.

But he knew you wouldn't try anything.

"How do I know this isn't poisoned (V/n)?" He picked up the fork and glanced up at you. Your body tensed when he said your villain name, it felt like a sharp dagger to your heart.

"God for a hero your so dark, have you no trust in an old friend?"

"Is that what we were? Friends?" Aizawa took a small bit as he stared at the wooden table. It was a low blow but after everything, you didn't blame him. You betrayed everyone and turned to a life of crime.

You didn't expect forgiveness.

"Why did you come here Shouto."

"I wanted to see you." He said simply. He twirled the fork in between his slender fingers, you watched his hand as it skillfully moved. Everything he did reflect his training, the skillful use of his fingers, how he moved.

You were at a loss for words. He had to be trying something, he was a hero for heaven sakes. Just by being here, he must've been breaking a thousand rules. Shouto Aizawa didn't like breaking rules, that much you knew.

Silently you took your plate and walked to the kitchen, the sounds of you washing the dish filled the small space. Aizawa looked over at you as he took another small bit.

This hurt him more then you knew. Seeing you after all these years in person broke him, you just had to go and become a villain. You both had your life planned out, it could've been like this every day.

The thought had run through his head before. Coming home to you in the kitchen trying to perfect a new meal or sweet, spending nights watching movies cuddled up on the couch. Waking up in the morning to your peaceful face. You wanted to become a hero with him. Maybe you would've been a teacher, you seemed to love children when you two would go on missions.

He could see it in your eyes, the passion had faded and you looked like you were at war with yourself. Every news article, every video, the one thing he always noticed was how broken you looked.

Standing up he moved to stand next to you, sliding his dish into the sink as well. You both said nothing as he hugged you're from behind.

"What changed?" He whispered into your neck. His face rubbed against your shoulder, his scruffy face tickling your neck. You wrapped your arms around his and intertwined your fingers.

"I don't know what you mean Shouto-"

"Why did you have to become a villain and ruin everything. " his hands tightened against your waist. The fall and rise of his chest matched your slow breathing. His finger twitched as he closed his eyes with a deep sigh. "You wanted nothing more than to save people...you studied every day, you risked your life. What made you lose that dream? You had so much potential."

"I saw the real world. How dark it was." You leaned your head back against his shoulder, eyes staring up at the ceiling. "For so long I was scared of the dark, thinking a monster was going to come for me. I thought I could save the world from the darkness."

You tilted your head towards his. The softness of his hair tickled your face, his face tilted towards yours.

"Then I thought...maybe not all monsters are bad. What makes me different from you? I fight for the same principles I had as a child, I just stopped being scared of what the world thought. I stopped being scared of the dark and I grew up." You turned in his arms to face him head-on.

He was still the young high school boy you used to know. His eyes have a mask hiding the sadness behind them. Your fingers knotted through his hair as you swallowed nervously.

"Memories are the worst form of torture you know, and sometimes people have to do bad things to survive. I loved you more than anything in this world. I couldn't let you stay close to me, I couldn't let anyone know we knew each other. They can't hurt me if I have nothing for them to use."

"Who's them?" A bitter laugh left your lips at his question.

"The world, the rest of the hero's and villains..." you stared at his face sadly. "Myself, the demons inside of me that I can't ever bury. You deserve better than me and I can't risk you getting hurt."

Shouto slowly pressed you against his chest, hugging you tightly. For just a second it felt like he was piecing you back together, with just that hug you felt whole again.

Tears fell down your cheeks as you gripped his back in your fists. You wanted to push him away, shove him out of your life. He wasn't safe with you, why couldn't he be like the rest and just leave you to die.

"I'm not leaving...you still have good inside of you. You can still change, you just need someone to guide you." He muttered against your hair. You shook inside his arms.

"Is this why you came? To try and convert me?"

"I came here to get you back"

"The old me?" You spat out, bottom lip quivering as you gripped him tighter. He wasn't tense or stiff in your grip, he was loose and gentle with you. It reminded you of all the times you spent over at his house studying together and watching clips of heroes on the tv, maybe that's why you were the tense one, the memories were flooding in and you couldn't handle it.

He pulled back and stared down at you. Those gray eyes were what finally pushed you over.

"The real you..."