"We've received some intel about a possible hideout in a local club. We would like you to look into it."

Aizawa read through the report, beginning to frown when he saw the details of the club. Present Mic wasn't all too worried, but he noticed Y/N was staring at the floor, arms crossed, with his thoughts focused elsewhere.

"What's up? You don't usually look so tense. Is Aizawa rubbing off on you?"

That remark earned a death glare from Aizawa. Nezu looked down, pretending not to notice, and Present Mic began to chuckle before turning again to Y/N.

"It doesn't seem right. First, we have a series of burnings, of which I found that mine was just a diversion. They seem to pull the heroes into the outskirts of their given district instead of the center, and now all the sudden there's a club being reported."

Nezu folded his hands and leaned on them, thinking over Y/N's words.

"True, in foresight, it does look very suspicious. We can't turn down the lead, however, in case it isn't a cold one. This may well be something, and if your theory is correct, we might get some information by chance. Other than that, what would you propose?"

Y/N couldn't help but notice that Aizawa was looking at him with eyes that betrayed some hidden emotion. His hair was tied up today, showing his jawline; his eyes were clearer to read, but, if anything, it was his neck that inspired some sensation or another.

"I would think that property records would be the first place to start. If what I saw was correct, then there wasn't anybody in that house for a while. It would've been the perfect diversion. Beyond that, why don't we try and connect the spots that they were leading us to and see if we can't figure out what they were leading us away from?"

"Mhm, we'll get on that then. I'll see if I can get Anan on it, and we'll deliver whatever we find. As for this," Nezu gestured to the folder that Aizawa still held absentmindedly. "We will need you three to investigate.

"Pass me the folder." Y/N held out his hand. Aizawa, somewhat appalled by the sudden confidence and question, handed the folder to Y/N.

He read through the folder, tracing the letters with his fingers.

"Informant: Anyonymous
Our informant (verified) put forward a lead on the club called "Twilight" as a front for a branch of the L.O.V. Supposedly, using the space as some form of congregation point, but also the transportation of items to and from the League, for a profit. A study of the financial records of "Twilight" has found a gap in their funds. The credibility of this club being a front for financial work by the L.O.V. is higher."

"Twilight," the name, rolled off Y/N's tongue with a bitter undertone. Aizawa raised his eyebrow, and Present Mic noted the tension and questioning between the two.

"There'll be an issue with getting a weapon in, though your quirks should be fine," Y/N gestured to Present Mic and Aizawa.

"You know this club?"

"I used to know a bartender there. It is always nice to get a free drink after a night of studying. I think I might be able to smuggle a weapon in through her."

"Ah, yes, we also have to speak on the weapon."

Y/N turned to Nezu, who looked at him with concern.

"A part of our belief is to not cause more harm than necessary, which means that we'd like to ask you to not try and kill them. We represent fair justice. In that end, we'd prefer if you leave the fighting to Eraser Head and Present Mic, especially while you recover."

Y/N's eyes instinctively turn to Aizawa, who looks away suddenly. He looks back at Nezu before bowing his head.

"Yes, Sir. Understood."

"Good. That concludes this meeting. You are free to go for the day and prepare however you might need to."

Y/N was the first out of the room and was tagged by Present Mic and Aizawa. The latter looked a lot more concerned when he saw the darkness cross his eyes. Present Mic tugged at his collar, turning to Aizawa.

"That's yours to deal with today, I think. I'll see you at the club."

Aizawa looked as Y/N walked down the hall, turning a corner. His heart sank a bit, shocking him in the process.

"Yeah, I'll talk with him," he mumbled. "I'll see you there, Mic."

Aizawa left the building to see Y/N scrolling on their phone.

"You alright?"

"Calling an Uber so I can go home and get changed."

"I can drive you home."

Y/N looked at Aizawa with narrowed eyes, earning an equal stare.

"That'll be appreciated, thank you."

They walked across the campus to the parking lot, finding Aizawa's car. Aizawa unlocked the door, letting Y/N enter, and they sat in the car in an awkward silence before the car started and they backed out.

The drive was silent before Aizawa broke it:

"Sorry about the entire no weapons thing."

"I'm not mad, but thanks for confessing."

"Confessing?"

"You're the only one that saw how I fought."

"Ah, true as well," he said, impressed by the observation, not really caring that it was wrong. He was trying to be kind but knew that Y/N might be a fish because of the circumstances of his quirk.

They got to the apartment that Y/N called home.

"Well, aren't you going to come in for some water?"

Aizawa's mind raced with the possibilities before he slapped himself back into reality. He nodded and paced behind. Y/N fiddled with the keys before finally opening the door. The apartment's main room was small. It was open-plan, with the kitchen and living room sharing the same space. There was a single door, which Aizawa assumed was the bedroom, and another smaller door which was opened to reveal coats for rain. Y/N hung the messenger bag in there before turning to Aizawa.

"You seem tense."

Aizawa realized that Y/N was staring at him and felt his breath hitch at the sudden acknowledgment.

"New environment."

Y/N hummed in response before walking to the kitchen.

"What would you like: water, coffee, tea, or soda?"

"Water is fine, thank you."

Y/N took a glass from the cupboard, poured water from the fridge, and handed it to Aizawa, who nodded in gratitude, appreciating the coolness of the glass.

"I'll be getting changed; be back in a minute."

The thought suddenly struck Aizawa that he was going to be a room away from Y/N changing. His mind began to realize what he would be doing,, and he found himself blushing at the thought. Y/N went to the bedroom, leaving the door a bit open for convenience in entering and leaving. Temptation struck Aizawa to look past the door to see for himself what he craved.

He decided to sneak a small peek, though he knew that it would probably be his doom. He looked through the crack in the door, seeing a mirror that showed just the slightest of Y/N's body. He stood with his mouth agape, watching the body move with agility, but he also noted the bruises and scars that had their own stories of what Y/N had gone through in their lives. Something burned in him; he didn't know whether it was lust or anger at the fact that something had to cause those bruises. Either way, it stung him.

"Aizawa?"

Thinking he had been caught, he jumped back before the door opened,," and Y/N looked up to see a flustered Aizawa standing in the hallway.

"Ah, there you are. Well, come in; we need to change your clothes."

"What?"

"Well, this isn't exactly a normal club," y/n lifts their hand, gesturing to their clothing,, which was noticeably not a casual outfit. Or it was, but not casual in the most conservative sense. It was a black shirt wit mesh underneath it,, a fishnet glove, black baggy jeans,, and a dog collar around the neck. Aizawa felt himself warm at the sight of Y/N with a dog collar.

"It's the place that "social rejects" go; it makes sense that the Leage would take to it so easily." They used air quotes to mark out the "Social Rejects," which only prompted Aizawa's curiosity,, but he decided to keep it silent for now.

"Luckily, you already seem to have most of the vibe covered. Now we just have to sort out your outfit. You think you can turn your scarf thing into a corset? I got a shirt I think might go well with it."

"A corset?"

Y/N didn't answer as they wandered into the room, pulling out a button-up shirt with black and red embroidery that gave it a semi-vampiric look.

"Just because I can't bring a weapon doesn't mean you can't."

Aizawa walked into the room, noticing its neatness and then seeing the shirt laid out on the bed.

"If not, then I think I got a decent waist thing here."

"I didn't know you were into this type of fashion."

"It's more a music style, but it does work with the fashion a bit. I just wear what's convenient. You've seen my work outfit."

"Yeah, about that, Recovery Girl,,, and I think you should go down to the Support Department and see if we can get you a long-range weapon."

"Probably try this," Y/N handed a pair of black jeans with a studded belt to Aizawa before pulling out another set of boots. Using their finger, they tapped a small part of the heel,,, and a hidden knife shot out of the front of the boot. Aizawa stared in awe and showed showed showed a small amount of concern.

"A hidden knife is a bit cliche, don't you think?"

"As compared to what? Now go get changed, please."

Aizawa was gestured to the door that led to the bathroom, and he went in without hesitation, looking at the clothing that Y/N had thrown at him. He did find the entire idea of Y/N having weapons hidden everywhere rather endearing to his image of them, sort of like a secretive figure full of surprises. He eventually comes out, seeing Y/N sitting on the bed patiently. They turn their heads to see Aizawa in the outfit they had chosen. They twist their handss around, gesturing for Aizawa to turn around to get a full view,, and Aizawa complies, not knowing what was being analyzed but leaving it to what he assumed was the pro.

"Handsome; some might even say you're cute." Aizawa blushed at the comment, and he turned around, adjusting the shirt before having his scarf handed to him.

"Arms up, Tall n' Dark," Aizawa was about to say something back but was quietened by a glare from Y/N. He relented, lifting up his arms and shivering as their hands ran across his waist and hips, tying his scarf around his midsection, before handling the folds, getting dangerously close to his heating member. He was trying to focus on everything but the touch, and he thanked every deity when they clapped their hands and turned around.

"Now you just look like someone who dressed up as a flamenco dancer."

Help me, he thought as he stretched forward, stopping Y/N. He put his hands on their waist, looking down at them with eyes that betrayed only one thought and that thought alone. Y/N stared back, and everything went silent-horribly silent. All that could be heard was the moving breath between the two.

"May I?"

The voice was just above a whisper and rumbled from within his chest. Y/N simply nodded, and Aizawa bent his head downward, laying a kiss on their lips. He pulled away, the emotions in his eyes only becoming stormier. All he wanted to do was keep kissing them, but his mind kept wandering to every possible thought and vision that could happen. His hands did not leave their waist, but stayed, if not tighter than before.

"Let's go, we don't want to be late," he muttered before turning and stalking out the room, carrying storm clouds over him as he did so.