Y/N stared in the mirror, running their fingers over their lips, missing the warmth that Aizawa had placed there but hating the way he just left without a single thought, not even a hug. There was not one part of their minds that didn't try to convince them that this was his way of playing with them, that he'd hurt them and leave them in the dust. They turned around, looking at the closet and the pair of boots with a knife—two actually hidden in them.

"He wouldn't defend me," they said as they ran, putting on the boots and stomping on the floor to make sure everything was in working order. They stood up and put on a crop jacket, looking back in the mirror and trying to ignore the tears that were steadily forming.

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Aizawa stared out the window, trying to think over what he did, trying to process his feelings and the realization of what he may have incurred by his rashness. He turned when he saw a shadow in the door and saw Y/N knocking on the window. He unlocked the car, and Y/N stepped in.

"Alright, briefing." The coldness in their voice betrayed their anger, and Aizawa felt a stab of guilt.

"As said, this club is for the social rejects. The music will be loud and distinct, but I have a contact that can help me with music choice and a way of communicating, if you will. You'll be checked at the front by the bouncer for any weapons, narcotics, and so on. Of course, money makes the world go around. If the report is right and L.O.V. is running the joint now, they wouldn't want trespassers on their territory, so security in that regard will be higher. I contacted a friend; when you go in there and need to contact me, just go to the bartender and ask for "Wake and Bake." She'll know what it means. No, it isn't for the weed, trust me."

"Slow down; how do you know so much about this?"

"We have history, Aizawa. Now foot it, we need to get there before Mic so I can brief him."

Aizawa looked at them, and his eyes had become heavy with guilt for what he did that may have prompted such a reaction. He knew that he probably played with your feelings, but he didn't think it would be opportune to argue before a mission, so he turned on the car, put it in gear, and began to drive to the Club Twilight.

Luckily, they got there while the sun was setting, so they still had a day to kill. Y/N briefed Mic who seemed to be on terms with some of the information, drawing a frown from Aizawa.

"I've been here before, pretty good place." 

The bouncer came out, and Aizawa was beginning to head to the line but Y/N pulled him by his collar.

"Head up. Dry Eyes, don't look suspicious." He stared as they stalked to the front of the line without any fear in their eyes, and felt himself growing more and more infatuated with this second side to them. Present Mic followed and he was left with no choice but to follow. 

"Sunshine," the bouncer greeted as Y/N came. They shook hands and hugged as though they were friends. Aizawa felt himself spike with an emotion that he could only pinpoint as envy. 

"Who are they?" the bouncer pointed behind Y/N. Y/N pulled out a small wad of cash and slipped it into the handshake.

'Friends."

"You know how it is, any friend of Sunshine is a friend of the club."

"Speaking of friends, has anything suspicious been going on?"

"Go as Flore, she's got all the details." 

"Thank's, Jeaqe." 

Y/n turned around and gestured for Aizawa and Present Mic to enter. Each part of Aizawa's body was now trembling with suspicion, which conflicted with his own feelings about you. Present Mic was more so stunned that you had bribed the Bouncer but also got in before anyone else where he had to wait the last time. 

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"You two wait here, scout for anything suspicious, I'm going to check with Flore." 

"I'm going with," Aizawa grabbed Y/N's arm, turning them so that they were facing Aizawa head on. Had the music not been loud, or the lights bright and dark in interval, or Aizawa not been reeling with more emotions, he would've noticed that his breath was heavy and his hands had not left y/n's waist. Present Mic was shuffling to the music before he noticed the tension between the two and broke it up. 

"Let's not make a club a bad space, kiddos. Just, try and be decent Aizawa." 

Y/N scoffed, turning around before finally realizing the warmth that had left their waist. They touched the space, mourning the sensation but also feeling everything from confusion to sorrow. Present Mic was whispering in Aizawa's ear, pointing with his thumb at Y/N. Aizawa's face underwent many changes, even a small glance of longing before he frowned and hissed something at Mic. He walked across the space and stood in front of them.

"I'm sorry."

Folding their arms across their chest, Y/N looked to the side of the club, seeing people dancing. "Cool" was all they could muster before turning around and walking to the bar. Aizawa sighed, swallowing in an attempt to pop the bubble that he felt in his chest. He followed after.

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"Hey Flore, one wake and bake please?" 

The woman who was supposedly Flore turned around and stopped wiping down the glass she had just washed. She turned to look at Aizawa, then turned to Y/N. 

"Shade, cover my post for a minute," she shouted to the other bartender who gave her thumbs up. She threw down her apron and walked to a backroom, opening the door and gesturing Aizawa and Y/N name in. She entered, finally locking the door before pulling up a chair and sitting. She took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one up, taking a deep drag before sighing in bliss.

"Alright, here's what you missed. Club's under new management. Ain't fond of them but they pay well for our silence. Something about drugs and weaponry but I've been seeing my fair share of boxes too big for either. We had one person taken to the backroom a few weeks ago, haven't seen them since."

"Quirk?"

"Supposedly." 

"Anything else?"

"Be careful while walking in the den, recent people've been showing up. One guy, weird as hell, looks like he lost a fight with a marker. Two skins, staples, I think."

"Ugh," Aizawa groaned, realizing who she was referring to. 

"Also, you might wanna keep your puppy under wraps. Not even here for an hour and already drawing attention with his little fits."

"I'm not his puppy," Aizawa spat, his ears turning red at the thoughts that wandered in his head at the accusation.

Flore shifted in the chair uncomfortably before taking another puff.

"You didn't strike me as a sub, Y/N. Are you his puppy?" 

Aizawa was near losing it, grabbing his scarf but Y/N pushed out their arm to keep Aizawa a space away from Flore. Unsure of what else to do, they ran their hand down and grabbed Aizawa's, pulling his hand away from the scarf. He looked down at the contact. He was surprised at the sudden feeling of warmth that overcame in at the sight. 

"We've made arrangements with DJ, we're playing "Back in School". Mother Mother?" 

"Got it, that's the alert?" 

"In case one of us sees the guy, we'll let you know about that."

"Thanks again, Flore," 

"Don't mention it, but you owe me now. Right, let's head back before they throw a fit." 

Flore threw her cigarette to the floor, stamping it with her foot before checking her breath. She shrugged and left. 

"You seem to have a few meetings in this place," Aizawa mumbled. 

"Old history; we don't talk about it." 

"Can we talk?"

"About -" Y/N barely finished before they were pushed against a wall, Aizawa's hands holding them by the wrists so they couldn't move. Aizawa leaned down, kissing Y/N before backing up. He leaned his forehead onto theirs before mumbling:

"What is it about you that rubs me up all the good and bad ways at the same time? It's like you're a drug."