"You disgust me. I hate your face."

The blonde's eyes widened, and his brows furrowed as he clasped his hands over his mouth. Y/n gave him a forgiving yet pitiful smile. She leaned forward a bit, folding her arms across the white table standing in between the two.

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Jin cut her off. "I hate the sound of your voice. Don't you say anything." His hands muffled his words, but he could tell by the look on her face that y/n heard him clear enough.

He slumped into his seat, embarrassed and defeated, his hands slid up his face and covered his eyes. He can't believe he had let all that slip out, he was doing so good at keeping his other self in his head today. He mentally berrated himself, today was going well and he was ruining it. At the same time, the conflicting voice in his head was praising him for a job well done.

Jin separated his fingers and peeked over to y/n; the patient look on her face remained as she sat quietly. "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Don't apologize. I know you didn't." Her kind words stabbed at his heart like a knife. Although he genuinely didn't mean to say the horrid and hate-filled things he said day after day, her constant forgiveness and understanding stung worse than anything else. He didn't deserve her kindness.

Y/n cleared her throat, attracting Jin's attention to her. "Take your time to recollect yourself. I'm not going anywhere."

Jin rested his cheek in one hand and hit himself on the head with the other. He noticed an apprehensive look in y/n's eyes. He stopped, and he curled forward, hiding from her worried gaze. "You can't say stuff like that to her," he whispered; "stop it."

He paused. The outside world was peaceful. The most current pop songs have been playing on a loop over the past half hour through the speakers mounted on the walls. The music was slightly muffled by light chatter coming from the tables surrounding them. The electrical whir of the sliding glass doors sounded as people entered and exited the building.

Inside his head, however, a war was brewing. Jin tried his best to keep the discord in his head, but occasionally, bits and pieces slipped out. "I can say whatever I want. She sucks and I get to say it. C'mon, we're both thinking about it."

"No. No, you can't," he snapped. He glanced up and saw y/n helplessly watch him argue with himself. "And no, you're the only one thinking that."

Jin tried to keep his voice low as he argued with himself. He tried to obscure his words by keeping his head down and speaking in his arm. He caught quick glimpses of people in nearby tables trying not to stare. Embarrassment sunk in. Not just for himself, but y/n as well. Eyes were on her. Y/n seemed to have noticed too. She placed a hand on the top of his head, delecately running her fingers through his hair. Her touch was so gentle. She kept her gaze on him, paying no attention to anyone else.

"I hate her so much. I don't think I've ever hated anyone more." Jin covered his mouth with his hands as soon as those words slipped from his lips. He felt like that was a bit too far.

Y/n's face softened. She pulled her hand away from his hair and dragged her cup closer to her. Y/n fumbled with the straw.

Jin mentally begged y/n to put her hand back on his head. However, he wouldn't let his simle request out into the open. After saying he hated her, Jin didn't think he deserved such a kind touch.

Jin debated whether or not he had accidentally hurt her feelings again. "But, I don't." He sighed, utterly defeated and exhausted by the one-person argument.

Jin reached out and grabbed a few of the now cold fries sitting in between them in a futile attempt to keep his mouth busy. Though, he knew that tactic wouldn't work for long, if at all.

Y/n rested her head in her hands. She looked so helpless. Jin could only imagine how distressed she felt. He hated that he was the one who made her feel like that.

An unbearable pain attacked his head. It felt as if his skull had been hit by an ax and was literally being pulled apart by hand. Jin could feel his mask in his pocket. He had to physically fight his urge to cause a complete scene and put it on.

Jin reminded himself over and over that y/n was not allowed to see his mask. She didn't know he was a villain. He got by telling her he got by doing odd jobs for close friends when he was low on cash. Y/n had only ever questioned it once, and he reassured her it was usually small maintenance tasks.

"If you aren't feeling well, we can cut things short today." A lump formed in his throat. Y/n was so unbelievably understanding. "It's alright, I had fun. Promise!"

Jin got up from his chair, he slammed his fist on the table, nearly tipping it over as soon as he made contact. "You don't tell me what to do!" His voice echoed throughout the food court. Y/n recoiled a bit at the sudden loud noise. All eyes were on their table.

Jin felt so small at that very moment. His head hung low, and his gaze to the ground. His eyes shifted up to meet y/n's momentarily. "Sorry," he muttered. Quickly, he slinked out of the building.

The world felt hazy. The bright sunlight burned his eyes, and he still had his splitting headache. Jin retreated to a darkened alley, huddling himself between a brick wall and a grimy dumpster.

His hands trembled as he reached for his mask, nearly dropping it as he slipped it over his head. The ringing in his ears quieted down enough to hear his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. Slowly, that too calmed down. His skull throbbed. Jin closed his eyes and breathed in the filthy air, suppressing an urge to gag.

Jin slowly hit the back of his head against the brick wall. "I screwed that one up big time." A pitiful chuckle crawled up his throat. "I wouldn't be surprised if she never wants to see me again after this."

He pulled his legs closer to him. "Well, it was good while it lasted."

"Jin? Jin?" Y/n calling out his name made his heart race. In a panic, he pulled off his mask and tucked it away. The headache had quickly returned as soon as he did so.

Jin curled forward, rocking himself and putting pressure on his aching head. "Here you are." Judging by her voice, she was right in front of him.

A soft set of hands touched his and guided them down towards her lap. "Jin?" She sounded concerned, and that made him feel terrible.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his head, resting her cheek on his crown. Her usually delicate perfume smelled much stronger up close. His forehead pressed close to her chest; he could feel her steady heartbeats.

Her naturally patient personality and her calm heartbeats slowly eased the storm raging in his head. Jin sat utterly motionless, taking in y/n's soothing aura.

"Why won't you break it off with me?" He asked. Jin simultaneously wanted to know her answer while also dreading her response.

Y/n's fingers lightly kneaded into the back of his neck. She shushed him, quietly and softly. "Have you given me a reason to?" Jin didn't reply. "No? Well, then I see no reason to."

As much as he wanted to stay like this forever, he knew he couldn't. Jin placed a hand on y/n's arm and gingerly tapped, signaling her to release him from her hug. Her eyes bore into him with concern. He stared at the ground, unable to look her in the face. "He... really hates you a lot."

"You can't win 'em all," she replied. Y/n had a smile on her face. Jin didn't understand how she'd be okay with that. How horrid things would come out of his mouth, usually directed at her, and how y/n can promise that it will never bother her.

He knew his hurtful words had to weigh down on y/n. It was impossible. He was sure it had to chip away at her self esteem, no matter how much she said it didn't.

Y/n took his hand and lightly tugged. Y/n spoke in a cheery tone. "C'mon, let's go somewhere."

Jin paused, raising a brow. "Somewhere?" he repeated. Y/n pulled him to his feet and tugged him.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, trailing behind y/n. He couldn't bring himself to walk beside her. Although today's barrage of insults was mild compared to the week prior, he had caused a scene in public.

As they walked, y/n would stop and glance over her shoulder. Their eyes would meet for a moment. With a bright smile, she'd continue leading Jin without saying a word.

"Why do you keep looking behind you?" he asked. He looked over his shoulder, wondering if anyone was following them. Each time he looked, Jin saw different faces. He didn't even see a hero anywhere near him.

Y/n spun around and began to walk backwards. She rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. "I'm keeping an eye on you. To make sure you're still following me. You're being awfully quiet, you might run off on me."

"Oh," he muttered; "sorry."

Y/n let out a hum as she tilted her head. "Mopey head," she mumbled. She turned around and continued walking. Y/n didn't sound upset, he noticed that the new nickname was given in a playful manner.

The foreign streets became more familiar with each and every turn y/n led him down. They passed by the little flower shop with the pastel green and pink sign. He had bought a flower from that very shop one rainy day.

A movie theater was right down the street. Jin glossed over the posters as the two walked by. One caught his eye-a man with dark hair and eyes embracing a woman with long flowing hair. Months later, he still had tickets to that movie, sitting by his bedside table.

A hand grabbed his wrists. Jin's head snapped forward, and his heart jumped to his throat. Y/n smiled at him. Suddenly, things felt a little more alright.

Y/n held onto his hand tightly as she led him down the sidewalk. He raised a brow. "So, when are you gonna tell me where we're going?"

Y/n pressed her finger to her lips with a small grin. She playfully shook her head. "A secret, huh?" he asked. Y/n nodded.

The sun had slowly set, giving the sky a pink and purple hue. Up above, the moon was beginning to glow, and the first few hints of stars were starting to gleam from behind the clouds. The warm summer wind was cooling down, making him wish he had brought a jacket with him. The walk was mostly quiet. Jin broke the silence whenever he tried prying information from y/n, but she stayed right lipped. He hated surprises. Something about never knowing if he was going to like whatever it is or not, bothered him. In the end, he decided that maybe his life had too many surprises to find it fun anymore.

Finally, his hand slipped from her fingers. She spun around to face him, and flung her arms in the air. "We're here!" she announced.

Jin looked around. He looked at the buildings and read the names. Nothing about the shops struck him. The blonde was at a loss. "We are?"

Before he had a chance to ask questions, a set of small hands pressed against his back. Y/n gently nudged him to a bench. The two sat down side by side as he took in his surroundings. She had a smile on his face. "The bus stop?"

"Yep! We met here." Jin reached into his pocket. He nudged the mask off to the side and dug for his cigarettes. He lit one up as he slumped into his seat.

"Yeah, every morning for months, we'd wait for the bus together." Jin remembered the first time like it was just yesterday.

Y/n was dressed for work. Her head hung down as she stared at her phone. He walked up and leaned against the bus sign. The two didn't talk that day. Y/n didn't even look up or acknowledge him. Jin tried not to stare, but he couldn't help himself from taking occasional glances at her. Day after day, Jin would see y/n sitting at that same spot and the two would silently wait for the bus.

Y/n motioned her head up. Jin followed her gaze to the thin metal that overhung the chair. "The first time we spoke to each other, it was a rainy day."

Jin nodded. He remembered that day fondly. It started out like every other day. Jin stared down, his hands in his pockets as he walked in the rain. Y/n was already sitting on the bench, with a closed umbrella placed by her side. Like every day before that, he took his spot beside the sign. He knew he'd never forget y/n's first words to him. You'll get sick if you stand in the rain like that.

"After that day, I started sitting next to you, raining or not." The two watched people walk by. Eventually, a bus stopped in front of them, and the doors opened. Y/n smiled as she waved, signaling to the driver to ignore them and keep moving.

"Lots of things happened at this bus stop," he muttered.

"Like the day you asked me out?" she asked. Jin nodded.

It was yet another rainy spring day. Jin walked to the bus stop, shielding a little rose with his hand. He took his spot next to y/n. In the corner of his eye, he noticed her looking at the flower. He took a breath in. The air smelled earthy and wet. He turned to y/n and offered her the flower.

"I'm kinda surprised you said yes especially considering..." Jin's voice wavered.

Y/n pointed to her head. "The voice?"

"Yeah," he cleared his throat; "that."

The day y/n learned about his condition still made Jin feel guilty. To this day, he's never forgiven himself. Y/n tried to start a conversation with him. His head felt like it was splitting. She smiled at him and asked if he liked movies. Just thinking of his reply made his stomach wretch. You should learn to shut up. I like you better when you're quiet.

He could never forget the look on her face. Y/n seemed shocked and confused. Jin remembered how tears filled her eyes, giving them a glassy shine. He felt like an idiot as he had to explain himself. Much to his surprise, y/n forgave him.

"I'm sorry for saying," he paused; "oh, well, you know, that."

Y/n waved it off. "It's fine. We ended up fine, didn't we?" Jin nodded. He was thankful that things didn't go south. He needed y/n's calming aura around him, it kept him grounded and it put his mind at ease.

"Things were awkward, though. I remember apologizing a whole ton. And the next day, you didn't go to the bus stop." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought you weren't gonna come back ever again."

"Sorry." Y/n leaned to the side and nuzzled into his arm. His chest squeezed. "I was sick."

"And I was worried," he replied.

He glanced down at y/n. Her face was dusted pink. "I don't see why you didn't think I'd say yes to going out on a date."

To this day, Jin has never spoken a word about those tickets sitting by his bedside. He never planned on saying anything about them. However, now seemed as good a time as any.

"Hey. You remember our first date, right?" he asked. Jin mentally berated himself for asking such a stupid question.

"Yep, to the movie theater right down the street." She smiled at him. Jin heard a little him from her. "We saw Zombie killer's Call Part Two."

"Would you believe me if I told you I had already bought tickets that day?" Y/n raised a brow, she had a quizzical expression pm her face. "I bought tickets for some cheezy romance flic, it seemed like something you'd want to watch. But before I had a chance to say anything, you were pointing at that movie and asking if I like horror."

Y/n giggled and apologized for ruining his date plans. "No, it's fine. I didn't want yo watch that stupid romance movie anyway."

The two went quiet again. Y/n broke the silence after waving off another bus. "Feel a little better now?"

Jin couldn't explain why, but he did.

Like always, Jin led y/n home. The world was a dangerous place, and he liked walking her back to her house, just to be careful. Often, he would wait for y/n to lock her door before leaving.

He also liked whenever y/n invited him into her house. She had an actual, real home. Just looking at the light blue painted walls looked so warm and inviting. The entire building gave off the same calming energy she gave off. Ever since he lost his job, Jin had been jumping from motel to motel, so the little house was a nice change of pace.

Y/n unlocked the door and stepped inside. "Why don't you come in and hang out for a bit?"

Jin looked down at y/n. He really shouldn't and he knew that. The blue-haired man that apparently ran The League of Villains, Tomura Shigaraki, had something big planned. Jin only recently joined The League, and up to this point, he had only been doing small odd job-like tasks for them. Nothing too dangerous, mostly gathering information.

Y/n pushed out her bottom lip into a pout and batted her eyes. How could he say no to that face? "Alright, you win. Just for a little bit, okay? But I gotta go get some sleep soon."

"Work?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied.

Y/n paused and tilted her head. "Is it... like... are you fixing one of your friend's cars again?"

He couldn't think of a better excuse. "Yeah. I'm doing that."

Y/n had that look on her face. The one he only saw when she was thinking about something. Finally, y/n spoke. "They either don't take care of their car, or you're a terrible mechanic."

Jin chuckled. "Why do you say that?"

"Didn't you fix their car twice last week and then again the week before?" Jin's heart sunk, realizing she was right. "How many times can a car break in one month?"

Jin ran his fingers through his hair. In his head, he tried to think of an excuse. "Well, yeah, they don't really take care of their car."

Y/n hummed. Jin couldn't tell what she was thinking. "Oh, okay."

It felt horrible lying to y/n. However, it felt worse, considering that his lies were hiding the fact that he was working with The League of Villains. Jin dreaded the day that y/n found out that he was a villain. He knew it was going yo happen one of these days.

Jin could imagine y/n turning on the television and seeing his name printed in big, bold letters all over the news. Worse yet, he could imagine it accidentally slipping from his mouth.

He thought back to Tomura Shigaraki's plan. He didn't know the small details, but after this he will definitely be a nationwide wanted criminal if he makes it out alive. The day was fast approaching. His head bounced back and forth. Should I tell her? Maybe not?

"Jin? Jin?" His hand was being squeezed. He blinked and looked at y/n. She had a frown on her face, and her brows were knitted together. "You've been zoning out a lot since we got here."

"Sorry," he muttered; "I'm just tired."

Y/n hummed. "Well, you left some clothes last time you stopped by. Why don't you take a quick shower? It might make you feel a bit better."

Jin mulled it over. His current motel room didn't run hot water, it would be nice to have his first warm shower in weeks. He glanced at y/n, and his eyes narrowed a bit. "Are you trying to make me stay longer?"

She batted her eyes, and grinned back at him. "Is it working?"

He sighed. How could he say no to that face, after all? "Okay, okay. I'll stay for a little bit longer."

Warm water felt nice. Especially since it has been weeks since his last hot shower. Jin breathed in the humid air. A thought nagging the back of his mind stopped him from fully enjoying hid shower. Maybe I should tell her? If whatever Shigaraki has planned is big, then she's bound to find out. Maybe it'll be better if she finds out from me?

Another thought chimed in. What if she dumps you? Jin couldn't tell if that was one of his thoughts or if the voice in his head was trying to confuse him again.

Still, it was worth thinking. "What if she dumps me?"

Jin shook off the thought. "Knowing my luck, it's bound to happen anyway." He paused, and thought about the words that just came out of his mouth. "So, why not tell her tonight?"

Beyond the bathroom door, Jin heard dishes clattering. Every so often, he'd picked up the sound of y/n humming along to music. The washing machine was running. No doubt, y/n had mixed his clothes with hers.

Jin turned the shower handle until the water stopped. The bathroom was silent, beside the occasional drip landing into the pooled water slowly draining.

Jin dressed up in the clothes y/n had given him. They smelled like lavender and felt soft. Just like y/n's clothes typically did.

He cracked open the bathroom door and looked. The hallway was dark. He heard water running and music towards the kitchen. Jin followed the noise, finding y/n in the kitchen, standing in front of the sink washing dishes.

Jin slowly walked up to her. He eyed the pile of dishes placed off to the side. "Do you want help?"

Y/n looked at the collection of dishes in the sink, and then to the pile beside her. "Well, I'm not going to say no."

Jin chuckled as he grabbed a towel off the counter and stood beside her. He quietly dried the stack of dishes. How should I break the news to her?

Jin mentally tried out a few ways to ease her into the talk. Everything as vague as do you have any opinions about villains to something as direct as hey, y/n, I'm a villain. None of it sounded right.

"You're doing the thing again." Y/n gently bumped her shoulder into his arm. Jin held his breath, fumbling with the dish in his hands. Quietly, he apologized.

"Why are you zoning out so much today?" y/n asked. The tone in her voice sounded worried; Jin felt awful.

"I don't know how to explain it," he replied.

"Well, I guess you don't have to if you don't want to. I just think talking about it might make you feel better, you know?" Jin knew she was trying not to sound bothered, but Jin could hear it from under the false cheery tone.

"I do. I'd love to talk about it," Jin stopped; "I just don't know how to start it."

"Well..." Her voice faded off. Jin glanced at her; she was thinking again. "Then, I guess you can just say it- the bandaid method."

"What if you get mad?" he asked.

"At you?" she replied; "I doubt that!"

If you say so," he muttered. Jin took a deep breath in. He mentally psyched himself up, cheering him on. Jin reached into his pocket and pulled out the singular physical proof of the secret he's been hiding. She looked confused as she took the black and gray fabric in her hands. Y/n observed it with a quizzical expression.

Finally, he spoke. "I'm a villain."

Jin never thought any moment could feel so relieving and terrifying at the same time. It was like a weight was lifted off his chest, a burden he had been carrying since the day he had given her that flower. However, at the same time, the tense silence in the room was unnerving. His anxiety rose. Y/n wasn't saying anything, that was a first. It appeared, for the first time, y/n didn't know what to say to make him feel better.

Y/n breathed out as she stared at the ceiling, his mask still in her hands. Jin tried to guess what could possibly be running through her head to no avail. Not that he blamed her. It was a lot yo take in.

"You know..." Y/n stopped talking, and she tilted her head a bit. Nevertheless, hearing her voice for that split second felt like a godsend. He mentally begged for y/n to say more, he needed to hear her again.

"I wasn't expecting you to say that." Jin wondered if she was upset. Her face almost appeared to be emotionless.

The curiosity hot to him instantly. "What were you expecting?" he asked.

"I thought you were gonna break up with me," she replied. She let out a small pitiful laugh. "I know you get stressed out quite a bit when we do something outside."

Before his brain had a chance to catch up, Jin grabbed onto her shoulders and pulled her in close. "I would never!"

His brows furrowed as he rested his cheek against y/n's head. Her hair felt silky and soft against his skin. Once his racing heart calmed down, he loosened his hold on y/n.

Her lips were parted slightly. A light pink undertone stained her cheeks. Jin rested his thumb under her chin and lifted her head carefully. In a much calmer tone, he repeated himself. "I would never."

Y/n glanced around the room. She took his hand and led him yo the couch. There, she sat both of them down. "Okay. So. I wasn't expecting you to say that. I think I need details."

Y/n asked questions and Jin answered them as best he could. It didn't surprise him in the slightest when she asked if he was a murderer. He attempted to comfort her by mentioning that he had never killed anyone, other than himself. In turn, y/n reassured him that his quirk didn't count. Jin let her know that he was wanted for robbery. His answer seemed to make y/n feel a little better. The panicked look in her eye soon faded away.

The questions went on and on. Y/n wanted to know his story from the beginning and seemingly to understand how his life had gotten to this point. Jin explained everything to the best of his abilities.

The room was dead silent. Y/n seemed to have heard everything he had to say. Jin waited. Time crawled so slowly, it felt like an eternity since the last time he had heard her voice.

He wanted to hear her sweet voice one more time, fearing that today was going to be the last time. "So, are you gonna call the cops or something?"

Y/n stared at him without saying a word. Her silence made him feel unnerved. "No. No, I don't think I will."

"Really?" He was shocked and relieved, but the underlying fear that y/n wouldn't want to see him ever again after tonight stuck. He couldn't shake the feeling off. Not until y/n said it herself.

"Nah. You're still my Jin, after all." He couldn't breathe. A rush of conflicting emotions overcame him, and his body froze, unsure how to handle everything he was feeling. "I just need a moment to register all of this. Gotta digest it all."

"So, you're not breaking up with me?" he asked. Y/n shook her head.

Jin leaned forward. He coiled his arms around her and buried his face into her collarbone. Jin didn't want to ever let go of her. Day after day, she's become the one constant in his life and he couldn't let that slip through his fingers.

"Of course not." Y/n wrapped her arms around his head, resting her forearms on his shoulders. "I love everything about you, you know?"

That's a lie. He knew there was no way she could possibly love everything about him. As if to prove a point, Jin spoke up. "What about all the insults and awful things I say to you?"

Y/n hummed. He nuzzled as close to her as he physically could. Jin felt y/n gently tap the side of his head. "Well, even though this guy doesn't like me very much, he's still part of you so yeah, gotta love him too. Besides I might win him over one day."

"No, you really won't," Jin muttered. He didn't need confirmation from the voice.

Y/n handed back the mask. Jin looked down at it for a moment. She smiled at him, and for the first time since their little talk began, Jin felt like he could breathe. Her face was so radiant. "I like a challenge."

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