Shouta Aizawa has always been a villain. it's all he's ever known, though it's taking a heavy toll on his mind, sending him down into deep, mental spirals. Hizashi Yamada has been hunting the notorious hero killer, tracking him down and searching for anything he can grasp, and he takes it upon himself to recruit Shouta himself as his fellow partner, unknowing of his true self. Shouta felt an instant connection with Hizashi, but if he ever foumd out who he truly was, it would tear both of their worlds apart. ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● "In all honesty, you're the only person I've found myself to care about. I know it sounds bad but I don't want anyone to be my friend, or care about me, or even to have someone of my own to give a shit about. Hell, I don't even care about myself anymore." He paused, shifting positions slightly. "I have no idea why, but you really are my whole world, Zashi. I just met you, so I don't get it. I don't know why I care about you so damn much." Hizashi cupped Shouta's face in his hands, comforting him while he spoke. "Is that what love is?" He asked, inching closer to Hizashi and putting his own arm around him and hugging him tightly. "Sounds like it to me." Hizashi whispered, hugging him back. *If you really loved him, would you be lying to him about who you are? Even though you know what'll happen if you're found out? He wouldn't love you. You'll only hurt him.* ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● This story is loosely based on the song Oh Ana by Mother Mother! TW: Blood/Gore, Death, Self-Harm, Mental Illness, Drinking, Strong Language Any art shown in this story doesn't belong to me!

››› [COMPLETED] "Dear, Blonde Loud Next Door Neighbor, I see that you have your own boys volleyball team, that's nice. I hope you guys lose every game. Seriously, I watched your team, they kind of suck. Anyways, I'm writing this note to tell you that you're really annoying in the morning and afternoon and your kids are pretty aggressive, always yelling "DIE!" every five seconds. I also have, like, five of your volleyball balls somewhere in my backyard and one broke my window. You're paying. I'll send the bill in your address. Anyways, please control your voice level, your suck ass of children, their own voice levels and their crazy ass strength of throwing balls into my backyard and windows. Thank you. From, Me, your next door neighbor." In which, Shota Aizawa is a lazy 27-year-old author who takes months to write his stories and never ever leaves his house, unless if it's to see his editor, other than that he never leaves. Really, he stays inside all day. It's awful. Hizashi Yamada is an energetic volleyball coach who coaches-more like babysits-a bunch of rowdy teenage boys that gets into a bunch of hand fights, arguments and are not very good at playing volleyball, always throwing a ball in the direction into Shota's house. And Shota gets pretty freaking annoyed by them. "Dear, Lovely Neighbor, LMAO UR ALIVE, I THOUGHT U WUZ DEAD WTF. YO WASSUP!! YO FIND ME ON INSTA & WE'LL CHAT THERE ;P" ©AizawaShota, 2017 ✧ 10-08-17 ; 12-25-18 ✧Cover by @babyboyfelix ✧ Side ships [minor]: Shinsou x Midoriya, Todoroki x Kaminari, Bakugou x Kirishima, Iida x Uraraka

Shota Aizawa never had a real friend before, but when he meets Yamada Hizashi everything changes... PSA: A long story! young EraserMic swearing/violence fluff and potential lemon THE COVER IS MY ART! PLEASE DON'T STEAL! DM ME FOR PROOF. I WILL SUE YOU IF YOU STEAL. I don't own bnha/mha or any of if characters (obviously) first story so I'm sorry if it's really bad..