Here is the final part to you request iciclesthecat hope you enjoy.

Since that fateful Saturday, the day Shinsou Hitoshi had successfully released you from jail from an all so very false conviction, Shinsou has asked for you to not be his girlfriend just yet, but instead to go on a few dates with him. Of course you didn’t say no, although you didn’t quite understand why the boy with purple hair had any interest in you. All he did was free you from being convicted as a serial killer as a favor to his mentor, Aizawa, but apparently he’s always had his interest on you since the Sport’s Festival. According to Shinsou, you’re cute, sweet, a ‘badass’ with your sewing quirk, a bit childish, scratch that you’re very childish, but that’s how Shinsou liked it. Yes, you asked him to explain why he took a liking to you. Shinsou claims you’re the carefree fun alternative to that sleepy and overcalculated mind of his.

You know what they say: Opposites Attract!

Today, Aizawa had tipped Shinsou off with a few new police reports and newspaper headings about the Scissor Killer since Shinsou seems to be all so very invested in the serial killer. Apparently, the Scissor Killer has silenced his/herself. “Should I be alarmed that the Scissor Killer hasn’t left her mark anywhere since you’ve left jail?” Shinsou glared at you for a brief moment.

All you did was shrug in response, a devilish smirk plastered across your lips of red. “You do realize that it’s only been five days since I was released right?” You asked in return earning the same bodily response from Shinsou who lifted and slumped his uniformed shoulders. “I understand that the Killer attacks at least one person every weekend, but who knows? Maybe me getting put into jail scared the real person into taking a break.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shinsou sat forwards within his seat.

“The real killer could be someone in Class 1.A.,” you suggested. “At my interrogation you said yourself that no one in Class 1.A. has died to the Scissor Killer’s hands. Because I was put into jail after I was assumed to be said killer and proved not to be, maybe the real killer is scared that the Pros are so close to cracking the case that he or she went into hiding?” Yes, you’ve put much thought into the subject. Nothing makes sense, how could you be at the scene of the crime when you were dead asleep that very night the last murders happened? You’ve suspected that the photos where you were present were tampered with, photoshopped, anything is a possibility nowadays with such a vast array of quirks that exist.

“I suppose you’re right,” Shinsou agreed with you. He’s amazed that you’ve came to such an impressive conclusion. “It’s weird that the same week you were captured and released no attacks came. Too coincidental… Like the Killer is going into hiding to get the focus off.”

“Literally what I just said but okay,” you snickered.

“I’m just afraid that you’ll end up in jail again is all. My apologies for being so invested in Aizawa’s case,” Shinsou apologized. He’s aware that you’re getting annoyed with how much he speaks of this Scissor Killer. It’s like whoever it is can’t escape his mind, like a parasite.

“Loosen up would ya?” You giggled, throwing yourself over Shinsou’s slumped back while he sat at a table in your dorm lounge. “They proved me innocent, no more dirt on me! Plus, haven’t killed a person in my life. I want to keep it that way. Unless you want to be the first,” Shinsou’s eyes of lavender went large at your sudden question. “C’mon the movie starts in under an hour. If we’re late I’ll kill you!”

“Fair enough,” Shinsou smiled awkwardly. The date had completely slipped his mind, so much so, just glimpsing at the white numbers of the digital clock on his phone made a bead of sweat drop from his pale forehead. “No matter how I look at the time, we’re not gonna make it. Sorry (Y/n).”

“Oh whatever,” you pout. Before he knew it you were marching a few steps away looking like an angered child. Your feet were heavy, slamming upon the ground. “I understand you’re helping Aizawa out with his case. But you better make up for this pretty boy.”

“I can make us a meal and we eat outside by the playground?” He suggested, although it was something he knew you’d enjoy even though he himself heavily disliked the idea. Shinsou has never been a fan of the outdoors, plus mosquitos are out at this time of night, they’ll surely suck him dry.

“Just go home Shinsou,” you frown was overbearing for the boy with purple hair. “I’m just gonna go to bed anyways… Barely keep my eyes open,” surely enough you rubbed your eyes with the backs of your hands. A yawn threatened to break out from your mouth yet you kept it at bay.

“Are you upset or are you truly tired?” Shinsou suspected you were having an emotional fit. It was only half past nine, besides Bakugou you are the next one to normally hit the sack around this time. Wait, if nine to ten is normally your bedtime, why did you want to see a ten o’clock pm movie showing?

“How about both,” you tut, spinning around and headed for your dorm. “I have no problem helping you out with catching the Scissor Killer but missing dates are bull!!!

Shinsou has heard you swear before, however when you curse it meant your mood wasn’t so bright. Your classmates that hung around in the lounge of the class dormitory more than heard your little spat. Most of the class just continued their activities, some spoke of it. “Damn it’s so hard to put her in a bad mood,” Jiro commented on Shinsou’s misfortune. She took a stand from the large sofa.

“(Y/n) is so… Bipolar,” Shinsou said. Even he couldn’t help but to comment on Jiro’s statement. “If you ask me it’s so easy to upset her,” small talk wasn’t Jiro’s strongsuit, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and talked to the foreign student of UA.

“Nah, she’s just crabby,” Jiro admits, taking a seat across from Shinsou at the table. “(Y/n) isn’t a morning person and she get’s pissy whenever it’s past her regular bedtime. Nothing to worry about,” Shinsou carefully listened to everything the ravenette spoke before him as if they were vital information. You’re such a difficult girl. “Let me guess,” Jiro began, a small blush blush on her cheeks. “You want me to help you woo the girl?”

“I’m new to this dating thing,” Shinso admits. “Tell me everything.”

Then very next day, Shinsou made sure to wake up extra early all in order to have time to walk you to class. A friendly gesture to make up for ‘a sucky BS night’ as you’d like to call it. “Well, I know you wanna make up for missing the date last night but I think we should do a stakeout instead,” you suggested after literally sleeping on the idea last night. And you mean literally slept on it. The idea came to you in your dreams last night. How Shinsou took you on a romantic date out in the town, a dinner. The two of you kiss, your heart tightened up and beats fast just remembering the kiss. And then on the stroll back to UA there was a manly scream, the scream surely caught your full attention. Shinsou was quick to investigate the noise and at the end of a dimmly lit alley was a girl with stark black hair, red glowing eyes, silver scissors coated in crimson at hand and drool dribbling down her chin all the while wearing a grey UA uniform stood over the corpse of a fine looking young man who also went to UA. The Scissor Killer giggled in Shinsou and your own presence, licking the crimson from off the blade of her sterling silver scissors. Before you could even react, then Killer reacted even faster with lightning fast maneuvers and Shinsou was choking on his own blood with a throat that was slit as long as it was deep.

Since last night, you vow you won’t let the Scissor Killer get her hands on your beloved Shinsou.

“Are you sure you want to go on a stakeout to catch a serial killer?” Shinsou asked with hesitance. For you to willingly suggest something you’d never want to do in a million years is so extremely off.

“The sooner we catch this bitch the sooner you can get your mind off her,” you hummed. Shinsou wasn’t very sure if you truly wanted to catch the killer because he wanted to or because you’re potentially all so very jealous that Shinsou is more focussed on the Killer than yourself.  At this point anything is a possibility.

“Okay fine,” Shinsou gave in. You’re beginning to scare him anyways. “We can do a stakeout this weekend.”

“I can’t wait!”

And so when Saturday rolled around, you packed up your backpack full of snacks and stuff for the long night ahead while Shinsou came around sunset to pick you up and head out for the town. “We have a long night ahead of us,” Shinsou shyly grinned. “This means alot to me (Y/n).”

“I’m in your debt, of course I’d happily do this for you,” you smiled back in return. However, after walking around aimlessly from 8pm-1am there wasn’t any sign of a homicide anywhere. Time to call it quits. “Sorry that we didn’t catch her tonight Shinsou,” you pat his back comfortingly. He’s clearly upset, even though the only thing to assure so was how his usual blank scowl was now a full blown frown.

“I will catch her eventually,” Shinso assured. “I’m tired of her killing my classmates. I’m tired of her killing so many people who don’t deserve it.”

“Who said they don’t deserve it?” You couldn’t help yourself but to ask.

“Killing in general is wrong (Y/n),” Shinso couldn’t believe he just had to explain that. “Look (Y/n), all that this killer is doing is killing teenage pretty boys. Those pansies could’ve been great heroes, maybe even one of the best out there,” heck, a good chunk of your class in particular had great looks on their side and they stood on top. Shoto, Bakugou, Midoriya, Kirishima and the list went on.

“Yeah well I’m sure the Killer has her reasons for killing off all those boy,” you spoke in a mockish way.

“What’s your damn problem out of nowhere (Y/n)?” Shinsou snatched you by your shoulder. “I know you get pissy after 9 o’clock but even someone who’s half awake wouldn’t fight to prove a killer in the right.”

“That’s cause the killer is right,” you growled.

“Oh really? Tell me,” the boy huffed. “Let me guess Aizawa was correct all along and you were the Scissor Killer since minute one too?”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” you rested your hands upon your hips. “Maybe it was this body that killed all those boys, but it wasn’t ME.”

“You make no damn sense-”

“Just cut yourself real quick and you’ll understand,” you pushed your hand into your stomach cavity, the limb phased through your body, skin and all, coming out with a pair of articulate specially designed sterling silver scissors. You threw the scissors carefully at Shinsou, not too hard or fast to fatally injure the boy. Shinsou caught them though, shocked to say the least. These scissors match those in all the photographs and murder scenes of the Scissor Killer.

“I need you to draw blood Shinsou,” you begged, eyes all watery. “It’s the only way you can talk to the real killer…”

“How do I know you’re not just gonna kill me if I am to do this?” Shinsou grits his teeth. It only pains him knowing how you’re completely confirming the fact you are in fact the Scissor Killer.

“We won’t,” you closed your eyes. “Although she rarely listens to me, she makes sure to keep my personal interests and life stable because I’m the dominant girl. Therefore, you won’t die if she knows I trust you with my life,” it wasn’t until now that Shinsou truly understood what you meant when you said dominant girl, being innocent, the true killer.

You have split personalities.

“I trust you,” Shinsou immediately drags the pad of his thumb over the tip of the scissors. He hissed to the pain eating away at his hand, holding the limb up for you to see. Immediately, your entire body stiffened up before falling flat upon the ground. Before he could even react, you jumped up from the ground with wicked eyes of (e/c) that shone a wicked evil behind them besides your grimace. You shoved your own hands within your stomach once again, pulling out a pair of scissors, one for each hand.

*Enter Present Mic*

(Y/n) (L/n) AKA Scissor Killer
Quirk: Sewing Machine
(Y/n) can do just about anything a sewing machine can! Be it sewing, binding her enemies in threads, sewing pin projectiles or just simply storage for any sewing need, her body can supply!

“Man oh man how I love that dimwit can’t handle the sight of blood!” You licked your lips hungrily. “I could eat up the sight all day if I could.”

“Should I just assume you and (Y/n) go by the same name?” Shinsou groaned, forcefully grabbing at the hem of his shirt to stop his blood floor if only a little bit.

“Whatever works for you handsome!” You cooed, dragging your scissors down your face in a flirtatious manner.

“Why do you kill all those teenage boys? Am I your next victim?” Shinsou needs all the vital information now. At least then he can die knowing he at least knows the truth behind the Scissor Killer case.

“Oh heavens no I’m not gonna kill you… Yet,” you admit. At least you’re telling the truth.

“Then why do you murder all those boys?”

“Cause my more dominant half is such a fragile girl,” you began to explain, resting a hand upon your hip. “She asks out boys all the time. But all they ever do is laugh in her face and never let her forget and drown her in embarrassment. So, I kill each boy that bullies her to no end,” Shinsou stiffened hearing your murderous half's reasoning behind all the murders. Sad to say… Shinsou agrees with her.

“As much as they deserve to get punished they don't need to die…” Even Shinsou is having a hard time right now. He has to think like a hero right now, not a villain.

“Sorry but assholes like them are trash. Trash, trash, trash! Bullies shouldn't be heroes y’know. More of a reason to steal their life, take them out of the race altogether!” You cackled into the atmosphere with hands holding your stomach. You calmed down soon enough. “I like you though Shinsou. You're so nice and cute and you're the first guy who willingly asked my baby out!” Your murderous half dragged a pair of scissors over Shinsou's jawline, although this time Shinsou did not react with shock but instead with a serene calm.

It felt great knowing he treated you right when nobody else would.

“Is that why you don't go after you classmates?” Shinsou pressed your hand to his cheek just as you began to slip away.

“Because of me she knows better than to crush on a classmate,” you hummed.

“I want MY (Y/n) back,” Shinsou spoke. “If you quit killing guys, I will ask her to be my girlfriend for good. I hope we can agree on something once more,” your murderous side holds all the same ideas Shinsou holds within his own heart. How bullies are horrible, only the best heroes shall be pure and caring all that jazz. In fact, learning that you're the killer he's been chasing after this whole time made him love you even more.

“If you ask her to be yours I have no reason to kill anymore,” you hummed. “We like you Shinsou Hitoshi. Better treat us right.”

“Put the scissors away, we're walking home.”

“No need to tell us twice pretty boy!!!”