☠︎︎𝐷𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻'𝑠 𝑇𝑂𝑈𝐶𝐻.ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ☠︎︎
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 13m
Ongoing, First published Jan 10, 2022
After a bloody night and waking up handcuffed to a hospital bed Toru gets thrown into the house of Shota Aizawa, a school teacher by day and an underground hero by night. But what does she do when she can't remember anything? When a voice appears in her head telling her not to trust anyone? 
Who will she believe? The heroes who won't trust her, or the voice in her head she remembers so well?
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!!MINOR MANGA SPOILERS!!

I'm redoing Death's Touch, it's going to be better. Wayyyy better. It has the same idea and similar plot, please enjoy:)
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.