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"I get it. You guys are the ones who assaulted U.A." His snake-like voice hummed as he stared down the villains who summoned him.

"And you want me to join your little gang." He added, hunched over and messing with the knife sheath that was sewn into his pant-leg.

"Yeah, when it comes to being evil—you're a pro." Shigaraki sat with his arm propping his body against the counter of the bar. He seemed much more confident in himself, holding his stature more casual than usual.

"What're you after?" His eyes slitted, growing more uncomfortable with the way the boy's red eyes peered at him through the spaces between the fingers gripping his face.

"I eventually want to kill All Might." Shigaraki waved his hand to dismiss that information as old news. "But for now I want to destroy everything I don't like, and get my hands on everything I don't understand." He rubbed his two fingers together before reaching across the bar to grab two images.

"This brat for instance, he stopped my first attempt at killing All Might." He slid another picture next to the one of Izuku Midoriya he had laid out on the surface. "He also stopped me from getting her."

"What's she to you?" The Hero Killer peered at the images, taking in the pictures of the two young kids before him.

"The thing I don't understand." Shigaraki's tone made it clear he had no intentions of elaborating any further.

The Hero Killer let out a momentary, pathetic chuckle. "It's ridiculous that you had my interest there for a moment. You're the type I hate the most." He growled out as he whipped out his swords. "As if I would team up with some tantrum throwing child!" He laughed.

"Bloodlust without a true conviction is meaningless."

"Who said I had no conviction?" Shigaraki bit back, standing so abruptly that the chair that once held him toppled over.

"You spout nonsense about killing things you don't like. And that damn girl, you say nothing more than not understanding her. You're pathetic." The Hero Killer spat as he steadily approached the villain with the lethal touch.

"You speak nonsense of topics you know nothing about." Shigaraki stood his ground, to the surprise of Kurogiri. "I owe you no explanation but for my own sake I will give you one." He stopped and slammed his hand down on the countertop, sending cracks running rapidly through the decaying surface.

"My thoughts are not my own. They haven't been for as long as I've been breathing." His tongue ran across his teeth but no one knew but him. "That girl is the first thing I've ever seen, who's resemblance has been mine."

Shigaraki gritted his teeth as he watched a piece of the countertop he used his quirk on fall to the floor. "She is the only person I have recognized on my own. I will know her and it will be mine." He eyed the villain with the ratty bandages lining his narrow, bloodshot eyes. "So don't tell me I have no conviction."

Because Shigaraki was determined.

Much like she was, he was devoted to finding out the secrets to his past.

And Y/n Aizawa was the key to unlock the chains that have been wrapped around his memories for all these years.

**
—2nd
Y/n
You sat on the steps that led to your grandfathers house with a stiff Izuku Midoriya by your side.

The sun was in its beginning stages of melting with the rest of the sky, and the two of you sat there admiring it like you had so many times back in your favorite field.

Though, this time there was a tension in the air both of you were desperate to escape from.

But, it wasn't like you were going to tell him that.

"What brought you here?" He asked rather suddenly, breaking the silence you pretended you were enjoying. You turned and your eyes met his.

"Visiting my grandpa." You shrugged and when you noticed he only looked more confused, you let out a sigh. "I guess grandfather figure is a better label."

Before he could speak again you kept going. "He trained me when I was younger, I thought I had told you that before." You spoke with a grumble.

"You probably did." He acknowledged you and your mood that was growing increasingly worse with every word he spoke. "I'm sorry. I think I've started to figure out how to control my quirk so I've been a little excited and distracted."

Your head shot up and your expression was bright. "Great job!" You laughed. "Gramps is really great for that, huh?" You smiled softly.

Izuku sweat-dropped. "Yeah, we had uh...trouble at first."

You doubled over laughing. "He thinks he's funny huh? With those old man jokes!"

Izuku laughed. "Careful! He might hear you!"

"He's sleeping!"

"You don't know that!"

The two of you sat there laughing for longer than you should have, because really, nothing was all that funny.

But you were glad to be there with him, feeling lighter than you had in a few weeks.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled as the two of you grew quiet again.

He looked at you. "No, I'm sorry."

You shook your head. "You have no reason to be. I was being all dramatic. If I really wanted to know what happened to his brother, I could've just turned on the tv." You smiled gently.

Izuku's eyes were closed and he mimicked your actions. "I should have just told you. It was on tv anyways." He had a goofy smile on his face.

You shoved him slightly with your shoulder. "Just let me be sorry, would ya?" You laughed. "It doesn't happen very often so you better relish the moment while you've got it!"

You laid your head on his shoulder and missed the way he gazed down at you with the upmost admiration sparkling in those green eyes.

He wanted to revisit that moment after the sports festival had ended and you were so honest with him about what he meant to you. He wished he could go back and tell you that you were one of the only people who made him so happy and excited for the day without even trying.

For so long he only had his drive of becoming a hero to convince him to get out of bed each morning, but now—you were there too.

"Alright." He hummed as he reached up one of his hand and placed it on your head, holding you closer to him without even realizing.

**
"No! You can't stay here! Go to your own internship girl!" Your grandfather was awake now and poking you with his cane, trying to force you out his front door.

"I can't!" You groaned as you tugged at your unkept hair. "The hero that I'm interning with is held up in Hosu right now!"

Your grandfather growled in annoyance and Midoriya was pacing nervously behind him. "That's not my problem!"

"Please!" You were laying on the floor by his feet now. "Can you just let me stay the night? Then you can take Midoriya and I to Hosu tomorrow. I know you aren't stay here." You clung to his leg.

Midoriya stopped pacing and looked down at you, not surprised at all by your behavior. He always found it quite amusing how you would simply regress to a more child like state at random moments.

Your grandpa bonked you on the head with his cane. "Get off me you leech!" He tried swinging his foot to urge you off. "Fine! You win dammit."

You let go instantly and grinned up at him. "Thank you!" You tackled him in a hug, laughing at the fact that you were taller than him—so you could tackle him to the ground like this when he was off guard.

"I said get off me!"

***
"Welcome back." You smile sleepily at Midoriya, sitting up and placing the book you were reading besides you on the couch.

Midoriya closed the door behind him and glanced back over at you with a shy smile. It felt strange to him to be in a room alone with you at night.

"I didn't expect you to still be awake." He spoke softly, knowing your grandfather was asleep in his room. Not only that but he had screamed at you all earlier that the walls were incredibly thin, so no funny business or loud talking.

The man slammed his door after that like a hypocrite, but his house his rules you guessed.

You shrugged. "I made something to eat that wasn't pastries." You motioned to the dirty bowl on the side table that had once held noodles and fried egg. "I left you some in the fridge." You smiled.

He looked surprised by that. "Thank you. I'm surprised you cooked."

You shrugged again. "I don't love to, but I'm good enough at it since my dad makes me cook dinner half the time." You grumbled and stood, eyeing the futons spread out across the floor.

They were close to each other, on the only space of floor that didn't have cracks in it from their quirk test earlier.

Quickly shifting your eyes, you noticed that Izuku had noticed how close they were as well.

Your face immediately heated up and you suddenly felt defensive. "He has no spare rooms!" You began to shout but covered your mouth so the statement came out more muffled.

Izuku chuckled lowly. "I—uh, understand." He smiled gently, unable to pretend to not be nervous since his shaky voice game him away.

"I-I'll just sleep on the couch!" You stammered.

He shook his head firmly. "No way, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable." His face was bright red, trying to stop imaging all the things he knew his mother would say if she was aware of what his sleeping arrangements for the night were to be.

"Are you sure?" You fidgeted with your hands as you cursed yourself internally for blushing. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Your voice was so soft you weren't sure if you even heard yourself.

He nodded stiffly. "I'm sure." He motioned his arm towards the bathroom. "I'll go change." He whispered and you nodded slowly.

You sighed in relief once he closed the door to the bathroom, suddenly feeling all the tension snap in two.

You glanced down at yourself and thanked your earlier self for changing into your pajamas when you did.

"Dammit." You whispered, feeling the heat creep back up to your cheeks. You were so nervous about the futons that you didn't even take time to consider the fact that Izuku saw you in your pajamas.

You immediately got into your futon and and covered your entire body with the thick blanket, half-heartedly hoping that the lack of oxygen would make you pass out.

"Aizawa-San?" You flinched when you heard his voice, not expecting him to be done so soon.

You didn't answer, hoping he would think you were asleep.

"That girl." He whispered with a sigh. You heard the soft click of his knees popping as he crouched down besides you. "So troublesome, this is dangerous. Even if you're awake or asleep." He tugged on the blanket and grimaced when you pulled it back tighter.

"Aizawa-San." He groaned. "Please."

You pursed your lips in annoyance, flipping the blanket off your head and rolling over so he couldn't see your face.

"Hey." He whispered, poking you in the back of the head once you didn't answer. "Are you mad at me?" He couldn't think of any reason why you would be, he didn't think he did anything wrong. You both made up hours ago.

Your head was spiraling. You didn't want to tell him that you were embarrassed of your pajamas with the childish print across them, that felt stupid considering the two of you would be sleeping next to each other, and he already saw them.

With a sigh you sat up and said the first thing to come to mind without looking at him. "I wish you'd call me by my name."

You stiffened at your idiocy.

That's way more embarrassing than your pajamas you idiot!

"W-What?" He stammered, falling onto his knees as his feet gave up on holding him up in a crouched position.

You swallowed back the lump in your throat, turning your head and smiling nervously at him. "I—uh." You cleared your throat. "You're like my closest friends and all my other ones either call me a nickname or Y/n."

Your eyes met his. "You're like, the most important person in the world to me, but you still call me Aizawa-San." You smiled lopsidedly.

His eyes closed as a red hue spread across his face. He was so used to your flustered, more tsundere side. He was having a hard time adapting to how open you are about your friendship and feelings about him.

When his eyes met yours, you shook your head rapidly. "I was just thinking about it!" You laughed as you quickly spewed out words. "You don't have to or anything! I get that you're respectful and that's nice but-"

"Y/n." He whispered, stunning you into silence. The way your name rolled off his tongue sounded so perfect to you. You wished that you could turn back time and record that moment so you could replay how beautiful it sounded when he used your given name for the first time.

Your eyes widened. "Yeah." You whispered, smiling at the dark blush on his face. "I like that much better."

He gulped, blinking hard. "Then you better call me Izuku, Y/n." That time he said your name, it sounded more forced—harder to get out.

You smiled gently as you replayed the first moment in your head over and over. "Okay, Izuku."