#impulse write

Days, weeks, months passed.

His companions and followers searched.

Hunting for you.

Hawks tilted his head back. Was this the loneliness you'd often spoken of? During your earliest memories of your childhood? Everyone around you disappearing? Dying? Leaving or abandoning you for someone more like them? Someone mortal? A flickering of hope for companionship and courtship that would grow old with them? Names only whispered and carried on the wind, lost within the sands of time and past into the realm of dreams, forgotten and into the eternal darkness.

I will bring you home, my dove. Hawks thought. I meant it. You will become my wife. My bride. His golden, honey eyes flickered and glistened with unshed tears. This bond. His mouth tightened in anger. This love we share won't be so easily broken.

Keigo awoken with a start, tears falling free from his sleep haze filled vision. His heart clenched painfully tight within his chest; he felt as if he couldn't breathe properly until he knew you were safe. Home. Alive. Within his reach. Dove. He thought, lips shut tight as he bit back a whinnying whimper. Ever since that night he's instincts had awakened, he's had dreams of you. No, that wasn't quite right. Memories. Memories of another life. The fates and gods intertwining your souls, a match between him, a winged Egyptian God and you... a demi goddess, a halfling, half mortal and half goddess. His dove. His huntress. A foreign goddess. Completing the cruel trials to become a true goddess.

Every night would be the same.

His other self, loving you, searching frantically for you.

His beloved mate.

Keigo sat upright, holding his aching head. His body covered in sweat, naked, and his legs tangled in the sheets after having kicked off the blanket in the middle of the night. Red feather pulsating and vibrating, threatening to open the door and check on you as you slept. And what made matters worse was that last night you had come home, reeking of blood. It set his most carnal and animalistic instincts into a near frenzy. He stopped himself from rushing forward and snatching you out of Dabi's arms. Then he caught the scent of alcohol and another man's scent on your clothes, mingling with Dabi's. Keigo sat red. His hands clenched into white knuckled fists as he fought to control his temper.

First Overhaul.

Then Shigaraki.

And now, Dabi?

It drove Keigo mad.

He remembered what you wore vividly. A simple cloak, foreign weapons, and clothes covering your body as you wore leather britches, boots, and an old amulet he'd given to you as a gift. A golden hawk with rubies embedded in the metal, blessed by Khonsu himself, who owed him a favor. "It's becoming harder and harder to hold myself back." Keigo groaned pitifully, sighing as he pushed aside the soaked sheets and stood slowly to his feet, the carpet floor tickling his sensitive skin. His wing twitched, and crimson red feathers circled around the room as if they had a mind of their own, seeking a way out. The Hero was overwhelmed, his nerves overloaded, and his mind frazzled as he furiously scratched his hands through his golden, unruly locks.

He smelt it again.

The iron and metallic scent caused his body to tense and become wound tight.

He'd been around enough women in his life to know when they were on their periods, but this was the first time the scent and change in your pheromones, hormones, and scent rocked him to the very core of his being.

Flashes of last night came back to the forefront of his mind.

Dabi kicks the back door of your house until Shigaraki lets him in. The black-haired pyromaniac rushed inside, carrying you in his arms, panting as you clutched onto him and his jacket in pain. Burying your face into his chest as silent tears fall down your face. Your body shook, gritting your teeth as the scent of your pain, embarrassment, and blood washed over him. "Goddamn...." Dabi panted, his body sagging against the threshold of the back door. "Wh-" He gulped down mouthfuls of hair, black smoke rising from his sweat-covered skin. "Why'd you not carry any period products in your purse, if you knew your cycle was close?"

You groan loudly, hissing and releasing a choked sob. "It came a week early, dumbass."

Hawks knew you would be angry, but he rushed forward, gentle and quickly tugging you into his arms, which Dabi didn't complain about. "It's okay," he whispered softly, his hold on you tightening. He wanted to cover you in his feathers. "I've got you, dove."

You were still upset at the winged hero but accepted his offer of help and comfort. "Thanks."

Hawks made his way towards the hallway bathroom and set you down gently onto the toilet seat. "Here, I'll run you a bath." He began rummaging through the cabinet underneath the sink, finding bath salts, bath bombs, and bubble bath. "Let's see Lavender and Chamomile for nerves," he muttered to himself out loud, pulling out the liquid bubble bath and pouring it into the bath. "Eucalyptus for aches and pains," he added a cup full of bath salts and then a blue bath bomb. "A bath bomb for fun." He chuckles to himself. Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, dipping a hand into the warm, soapy bath water, and rotating his right arm in a clockwise, stirring motion.

You watched, holding your middle. "You didn't really have to do this, Hawks." You whispered softly, a faint and pitiful sound that made his heart clench and squeeze painfully within his chest.

He didn't have the heart to correct you. Not now. Not when you needed all the pampering, love, and care during your time of the month. "Are you all stocked up on supplies?" Keigo asked, choosing to change the subject.

You lean over and gently yank open your period drawer and stash. "Ah, shit." You cursed and sighed in exasperation, raising a hand to rub your aching forehead. "I'm about out of everything."

Keigo turned off the faucet, stood to his feet, reached for a hand towel on the drying rack, and used it. "Overhaul is at the store. Let me call him and -"

"What?" You blushed. "No. It's fine, I can go-" another wave of terrible cramps hit, this time it was your lower back. "Ouch."

Keigo glanced over his shoulder at you, frowning. "Let us handle it." He really wanted to say, 'Let me handle it, ' but he couldn't, so he didn't. The winged man walked calmly past you and out of the bathroom, adding. "Go ahead. Get undressed and hop in." Pulling out his phone, which rang three times before Overhaul picked up.

"What is it?" Overhaul asked calmly and causal on the phone.

"Y/n is out of period supplies," Keigo informed him.

The masked man on the other line blinked. "She's out of everything?" He placed the loaf of bread into the shopping cart. "Are you certain?"

"Yeah, she checked," Keigo replied, leaning back against the door of your bathroom. His nerves still overloaded and overwhelmed, trying to calm down his racing heartrate.

"Alright." Overhaul turned the car around and headed in the direction of all the period and feminine products. "What exactly does she need?" His golden eyes scanned and skimmed over every single unfamiliar brand, product, and item lining the shelves. "Pads? Tampons? Light? Heavy? Diva cup?" His thin brow rose at the last one. How does that go in? He picked the box up, flipped over the back, read it, blinked, grimaced, and put it back. That sounds messier and more of a hassle to clean up after.

Damn, Keigo forgot to ask what exactly you needed. He didn't really want to bother you. Biting his lower lip, he snuck down the hall and into the living room where Dabi was sitting on the couch, wearing a bag of frozen peas and carrots around the back of his neck. "Hey Dabi. Did you happen to see what kind of period products or brand Y/n uses?"

Dabi rotated his neck, moving the frozen veggies onto the other side of his neck, and cracked open an eye. "The fuck would I know? Ask her."

Shigaraki came out of your room with a handful of clothes lying over his forearm. "Don't women crave chocolate and other junk?"

Dabi hums. "Yeah, candy bars, cakes, muffins, ice cream, whatever works."

"We will have to change up tonight's menu to include meat to help replace the iron and minerals she's lacking." Overhaul said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Meats, vegetables, and fruits." He pulled his phone away from his ear to pull up Google for suggestions. "Food with magnesium helps with bloating and relax muscles," he hums in thought, "So steak and bananas? Maybe broccoli?" He continues to read, muttering to himself as he taps his foot. "Omega-3s, vitamin b, calcium, and fiber." He inwardly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to need more hands." The brunette concluded.

"Who?" Hawks replied, taking the phone away from his ear and putting the crow on speaker.

"I said I will need more hands." Overhaul repeated, tone serious. "I need all four of you here to help me carry everything since we don't have a car or license."

"We aren't your pack mules." Dabi rolls his eyes, glaring.

"Don't be an ungrateful brat." The yakuza clicked his tongue, ignoring the looks of strangers eyeing him as they walked past. "If she has any boxes lying around, take pictures and send them to me. Now, hurry up."

The crime boss hung up.

Keigo sighed. "You heard him."

Shigaraki and Dabi grumbled. They stood, putting on their hoodies and shoes, sluggishly heading towards the front door.

After informing you that all four men were leaving on a period supply run, they came back grumbling and bickering twenty minutes later.

You strolled out of the bathroom, freshly bathed, drying your hair, and dressed after rinsing yourself off in the shower, and managed to find one pad in the very back of your period supply drawer. "Thank you, guys, you really didn't have to." You grimaced and winced through the pain. "I'm sorry, Chisaki, that you had to go out of your way."

"It's fine." The mob boss nodded his head. "It's natural and something that cannot be helped." He set everything down on top of the kitchen table: Dabi, Hawks, and Shigaraki, adding to the pile. "Unless you were on birth control?"

"No." You shook your head. "I don't feel... comfortable shoving anything up there." You admitted, blushing and fiddling with your hands. Your gaze fell downward to glance at the different off-brand and brand-name period products, pads, thin pads, overnight pads, disposable period underwear, tampons, heating pad, chocolate, ice cream, muffins, vegetables, fish, and meat. You honestly couldn't believe what you were seeing. All four of them went to the store. Together. Buying food and period products for you. Including your favorite snacks.

Keigo wanted to scoop you into his arms, snuggle into you, offering you his warmth, support, and body heat, hand feed you chocolate, ice cream, or whatever you wanted as you sat in his lap. Coo and purr softly into your ear. He didn't. "Come, please, sit down and rest." He gently curled one of his giant red wings around you, herding you in the direction of the couch where your favorite blanket, plushies of them, heating pad, snacks, midol, and drinks sat on the coffee table.

The shaky smile tugging on your lips as you burst into more tears, causing his hold to tighten a tad. "Thank you." You muttered, sniffing and wiping away tears.

Overhaul dragged both Hawks and Shigaraki into the kitchen to help him cook a miniature feast.

After you nibbled on some chocolate, took your pain reliever, and drank some pineapple coconut water, you passed out on the couch, curled up in your blanket, and your head was lying in Dabi's lap. The patchwork man sat beside you, rubbing your aching lower back with his hand, heating his fingers and palm without burning you, switching between massaging gently and rotating in small circles. Dabi never would have thought he could be comforting anyone like this, aside from his mother when she was pregnant, or her own cycle had come. He hated the flutter of butterflies churning and tickling his stomach. He was supposed to be the world's fearful villain, not your personal heating pad. The flame users' cheeks heated.

The smell of cooking from the kitchen made his stomach growl and his mouth water.

Butter and garlic salmon fillets, breaded cubed steak with brown and mushroom gravy, a light chilled yogurt fruit salad, broccoli and cheese with a side of white rice were spread on the kitchen table, the portions already served by the time the yakuza boss called everyone.

Dabi paused his ministration to lightly shake you awake. "Hey, wake up."

You mumble something in your sleep and nuzzle his upper thigh like a cat, wrapping an arm around his leg and tightening your grip.

His cheeks burned hotter, a pinkish hue adoring his healthy and scarred purple skin. "C'mon, pri-" He paused, mentally cursing. "Doll, wake up." He clicked his tongue, shaking you slightly harder, his heartbeat quickening within his chest, betraying him. Dammit, he almost called you that weird nickname again.

You continued to sleep, snoring softly.

Dabi had half a mind to shove you off the couch when Shigaraki came strolling over, chuckling softly.

"Stuck?" The pale blue-haired gamer knelt down, inching closer to you and Dabi, unwrapping you from the annoyed and embarrassed black-haired villain, and helped you sit upright, being mindful of not touching your clothes, pinkies raised out of habit. "Wake up." He lightly pats your cheek. "It's time to eat," he murmurs softly, brushing strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ear.

You groan, blinking and opening your eyes, sleepily meeting Shigaraki's blood red crimsons. Giving the decay villain a breathtaking, cute, sleepy smile. "Mornin'"

Shigaraki's scarred lips twitched, threatening to crack into his own soft hint of a smile. "Good morning," he whispered back, blushing and leaning back, slowly releasing you. "Dinner is ready." He awkwardly cleared his throat.

You yawn and stretch, standing and dragging your blanket with you into the kitchen, and sit down in your favorite chair.

No one said anything.

All four men remained civil. Picking up on certain cues and ticks, signs of discomfort, if you didn't outwardly express it aside from the small, pained hissing intake of breath or muttered, "Ow." A slight muffled curse here and there. When you were becoming cold or suddenly experienced hot flashes. Or nodding off, nearly falling asleep at the dining table. It took longer to finish your sample plate, but you had eaten everything and devoured dessert like a starving little chocolate gremlin.

Dabi was stuck cleaning dishes.

Hawks snuck beside you, picked you up, and put you to bed. When he caught Dabi's scent in your room and Shigaraki's in your bed, it made him jealous, and his grip tightened around you as he set you down gently. He wanted nothing more than to curl up beside you and pull you into his chest. This time, he did. The winged hero took off his hoodie and crawled into bed, you near the wall, and him lying in the middle, one wing tugged behind him and the other covering you like a blanket. Cocooning you, keeping you warm, and the instinct to hold you closer should any of the other three try to steal you away while he sleeps.

The blonde knew it was improper. It never really stopped him before. The others had already broken the rules and social norms, so why shouldn't he? Here, he wasn't a hero. He wasn't a caged bird or an animal on a tight leash. He couldn't leave this world, but it was a small price to pay for finally gaining some messed-up form of freedom. Rediscover himself. Become someone other than Hawks, The Hero. Become Keigo, a person he hadn't allowed himself to be in a very long time. Allow himself to feel. Someone actually needed. Not acting clueless about being used and waiting to be broken and thrown away.

Hawks simply became Keigo Takami, at long last.

A man who wanted to love and be loved in return.

Just for tonight, he thought to himself. He'd let you get angry at him in the morning. Curse him, kick him out of bed, if you wanted to. His heartbeat fluttered and filled with warmth; his wings caressed your skin lazily, in loving and tender strokes. The moment his red, sensitive feather touched your skin, his body responded instantly in kind; shivers crawled down the top of his head to the base of his spine. He commanded stray feathers near all four corners of your bedroom, window, and door, should an intruder try to break in.

"Goodnight, dove," Keigo whispered quietly, placing a loving and tender kiss on your forehead, nuzzling and guiding your head closer into his chest, tangling your legs with his own. You felt perfect. Like home. Warm and soft. A rumbling purr left his chest as he listened to your even breathing and light, cute snoring. "Sweet dreams."

Keigo guided a feather to lock your bedroom door before he finally fell asleep.

💞 Chapter 1 💞Chapter 2 💞Chapter 3 💞Chapter 4 💞Chapter 5 💞Chapter 6 💞Chapter 7 💞Chapter 8 💞Chapter 9 💞Chapter 10 💞Chapter 11 💞Chapter 12 💞Chapter 13 💞Chapter 14 💞Chapter 15 💞Chapter 16 💞Chapter 17 💞Chapter 19 💞Chapter 20 💞Chapter 21 💞Chapter 22

Songs listened to while writing: Twisted Hearts by Tasuku Hantanaka (Moriarty The Patriot OP 2), 「UNDER and OVER」 by THE ORAL CIGARETTES (Yakuza Fiance Op)

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Attuma found himself rather fascinated with his admirer. Did she recognize him from somewhere? Maybe she saw him often on the train. Maybe she frequently visited some places he enjoyed; the coffee shop, library, the gym. His thoughts crowded his mind as he continued to stare at her.

Suddenly, he was wondering what she liked to eat, what her favorite color was, and how he liked her coffee. It was only when he had the sweet envision of her plush lips against hers that he realized how delusional he must've seemed.

Cringing at himself and his thoughts, he shook them away and averted his eyes from her, opting to look down into his lap instead.

Little did he know, while his gaze on her had ended, hers on him had resumed. Okoye wanted to know his name, how old he was, what he did for a living. She wanted to ask his ethnicity and how his childhood had treated him. She wanted to know his hobbies and what thoughts occupied his mind.

The page in her book had been long forgotten as she continued to gaze at the make of a man. Then, she found herself wanting to run her hands through his wavy locks of hair and tug them back with just enough force to make him whine.

Okoye's face noticeably screwed up at the intrusive and suggestive thought about the stranger. She scolded herself as she open up the stiff pages and focused her eyes on the passage she lost herself in.

It was a cold war between the two. A tense game of who would make the first move. Time passed and they both had knowingly missed their stops but sneaky glances and blushing smiles were obviously more priority than getting home.

By now, everyone on the train had dispersed and left. Okoye and Attuma stayed for the sake of building up the courage to know each other.

A gruff clearing of his throat, cause her head to snap up only to be met with him staring at her already. She spared him a small smile and a wave which he returned.

"Hey.." Attuma started, noting the way she seemed to melt at the reveal of his voice. "I'm Attuma."

Okoye smiled, her nervousness revealed in the fidgeting of her hands and fingers. "Okoye"

"That's beautiful...you're beautiful."

Shigaraki and Dabi kept to themselves.

Dabi eating in the kitchen, and Shigaraki was eating at your computer desk, reading something as he scrolled, and the occasional click of the mouse filled the silence. The blue-haired man was lost in the digital world as he ate slowly and carefully without making a mess.

Neither wanted to bring up the obvious questions.

Your dislike, no... Deep-seated hatred for All For One and Endeavor.

You knew the dark, corrupt illusion of peace.

The dirty dealings, the cold, hard truth that not all heroes were heroic.

Pride, greed, power hungry, jealousy, madness, and one man's obsession with someone could plunge them and their loved ones into chaos and borderline insanity.

Maybe we do have something in common. Dabi thought as he set his dirty dishes into the sink for Shigaraki to clean.

Hours passed before you, Overhaul, and Hawks came back.

You didn't acknowledge Hawks. Choosing to ignore him and his apology and gift. The smell of freshly baked goods wafted into the air, and various pastries, cookies, donuts, and cakes were stuffed into three large boxes.

It was entertaining, at least. Watching the big red feathered pigeon openly pout and sulk, his wings drooping and sagging to the floor. Which Dabi thought he deserved it after being a brainless egghead. Has he forgotten that he, Overbeak, and handyman were your favorite villains? Bird boy should be working smarter, not harder. Dabi inwardly snickered.  

They had enough leftover breakfast to live off of for tonight's dinner.

You took your plateful and retreated into your room.

Nobody stopped you.

You usually didn't.

A habit and rule you bided by since you were a kid. However, you needed to be alone tonight, which you explained before entering your bedroom.

After dinner, Overhaul informed them of today's events.

Him following you inside the bar, a fight breaking out, you nearly getting hurt, and him saving you. Meeting your boss and the two "non-spatial awareness" and "rude" idiots, as Overhaul referred to them.

"Well, I'll be damned." Dabi interrupted the yakuza's boring recap. "You've caught the pathetic love bug, aintcha?" He tilted his head, giving the brunette, golden-eyed man a dirty, knowing look. "It's catching."

"That's utter nonsense." Overhaul denied cooly, his cheeks heating beneath his mask. "Soulmate or no, it's too soon and early for love to blossom."

Dabi blinked. "We don't even know the rules, unlike our bitchy, prissy, high horse."

Hawks sat, eating by himself. Moping. Barely eating or touching his dinner.

"Other than our mission and goal, no," Shigaraki interjected, his own far-off and blank stare landing on the wall beside Dabi.

The fuck was wrong with Handyman?

They each called it a night. Deciding to dig more into the three men Overhaul confronted and interacted with today, later this week.

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A masculine figure entered your room.

You were sound asleep.

Unaware of your sudden visitor.

His heartbeat thundered within his chest and drummed loudly, even in his own ears. Waiting for you to stir or acknowledge the noise of your door opening and closing quietly behind him with a soft click. Swallowing thickly and licking his cracked and dry lips, he slowly shuffled forward, tiptoeing lightly to the edge of your bed. Your soft breathing, the rise and fall of your chest, drew his attention before shifting his gaze back into your bed. He knew this was a bad idea. A stupid impulse. Rude and crazy, but he couldn't stay away. No matter how many times, he told himself he should just stay away; keep his distance.

Your words this morning wouldn't leave his head. Surely, what you said was all lies. Half mad, induced rambling during fits of tiredness and anger. He noticed the dark circles underneath your eyes from your lack of proper sleep habits over the past two nights. Surprised that he'd begun to feel guilty.

Inwardly, sighing, he lowered his body to crawl onto his knees onto your bed; the mattress dipped and groaned against his added weight. You didn't notice. An advantage in his favor, he supposed. He moved closer to the wall and lay down on his side beside you, cautiously covering himself in your blanket and scooting a tad more to feel your warmth and body heat.

He leaned forward as if he meant to kiss her. Instead, he shifted his head to whisper into her ear. "Why do you cry for me?" His rough voice came out soft and puzzled, a rare childlike wonder shining within his eyes. "Why do you care about my past? My well-being and future? You know you shouldn't." He mumbled, hands twitching and fidgeting in earnest nervousness as his palms became sweaty and trembled slightly. The need to touch your hand again, your skin, so soft and smooth, left him aching and burning for more.

Tomura pulled back, frowning. His pinky finger flexed, then rose and lightly caressed the back of your hand. "Even after knowing and seeing all that I've done, you still..." He began lowering each finger until only his middle finger remained hovering; his heartbeat quickened, and his cheeks reddened. "Accept me?" His crimson eyes darted around the room, zeroing in on the collection of merchandise that was only of him. "A fan?" He whispered more to himself than to you. "Is it pity? Are you as crazy as the rest of the world?"

Tomura never thought in a million years that he'd ever get a fan of his own, let alone a fangirl. Someone is secretly cheering for him in the background. True, he had to share your devotion; however, he wasn't going to let that annoying detail stop him. His gaze shifted to the bundle of plushies within your arms, a miniature copy of himself staring, father on its face, red doll-like eyes, motionless, teasing him, taunting him. His frown lowered into a scowl. Why was he feeling jealous of a stuffed animal?

Hesitantly, Tomura lets his middle finger fall as he presses the full weight of his hand, engulfing yours. Scowl disappearing into a firm line. Holding his breath, waiting. Waiting for this useless, shameless hope blooming within his chest, only for everything to come crashing down, and watching in horror as you break down and turn into dust.

One heartbeat.

Two heartbeats.

Three.

Silent, breathless.

He waited.

Nothing.

After finally realizing his lungs were burning, sending an inaudible signal and warning to his brain that he needed oxygen, air. He finally inhaled, a shaky and shuddering breath of relief. Last night wasn't a delusion. He could touch you. Feel your warmth. A shiver of embarrassment and heat digs into the base of his scalp, down his spine to his toes. Tomura was ashamed to admit he'd been testing his quirk all day. Checking for errors and malfunctions. He found none. Gripping a handful of trash? Dust. Lying down all five of his fingers over the face of a creep, shameless, leering, and ogling your figure from the shadows of a dark alleyway? History.

So, he did some research. Using your non password-protected computer as napped on the couch, snoring away, legs tangled in blankets with his pillow covering his eyes. He could read your physical copies of the manga, but he didn't want to accidentally activate his quirk and dust your volumes. He pulled up an online translation and began to read. The more he read, the more shocked he’d become by what you had revealed last night.

Memories of past events came back to him as he stared at the computer screen, devouring page after page of the digital manga right there in pictures in black and white: the USJ Attack and Hosu Incident, his meeting with Midoriya at the mall, The Vanguard Action Squad ruining U.A.'s summer training camp, The Raid of Kurogiri's Bar, Bakugo's escape by those made brats and Midoriya. His Master's capture, his defeat by All Might, Twice bringing Overhaul to him, and their confrontation.

Tomura finally took a break after hours, rubbing his tired eyes with the heel of his hand. He'd only gotten glimpses last night, here and there. He left the computer on, threw on his hoodie and shoes, and headed outside when Dabi called out to him.

"It's y'er turn to scrounge for rent money." The black-haired flame user reminded him; he kicked off the blanket and pillow to sit upright and stretched.

Tomura turned his head, clicking his tongue. "Yeah, yeah, I know." His scarred, dry lips curl. "Which means it's your turn as chore boy today, isn't it?" He chuckled, watching the blue-eyed man made of burn scars and healthy skin, his posture growing hard and ridged, irritation evident by his tense body language. "Care not to burn down the house chasing dust bunnies." He laughed, drawing his hood up, and left.

"Don't end up on America's Most Wanted," Dabi countered bitterly, scowling as he snagged his carton of cigarettes and scoffed. "I ain't busting y'er scrawny ass out of jail."

After wandering around in new and uncharted territory, he furiously stopped himself from scratching his neck raw and bloody; he'd gathered enough cash to put in the fish boil as they all agreed. Each of them decided to sell and steal what they could to put towards giving you rent. Deciding to leave their old apartment to stay here and rooming up.

Tomura snapped back to the present, finding his body had moved on autopilot.

He didn't know why. He brought your hand closer to his person. Wordlessly, placing your hand on the top of his head, holding them there. Heat adoring his pale cheeks, burning the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. Then he intertwined your hands again, guiding it down his face to rest on his cheek. He closed his eyes, breathing in your sweet scent of coconut and pressing your palm closer into his skin.

Your presence calmed him. He felt light, his breathing synchronizing with your own as he began to feel drowsy. Lying down to rest his head on your shoulder, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, tangling your legs with his own, and holding your hand, fingertips drawing patterns lazily.

He knew it was dangerous to stay here.

Knowing you'd scold him come morning, and yet Tomura couldn't force himself to leave.

He wanted to stay.

And stay he did.

He was warm, soaking in the warmth of another person's body .... he didn't know how long he stayed there. Minutes? Hours? Loneliness slowly faded away. His face softened into a man who'd finally found inner peace. Blinking and fighting sleep. He wanted to savor this peaceful moment longer, greedier for this rare moment of time and space between you. Knew in the morning he'd go back to acting tough, distant and try to pretend nothing happened.

He hadn't been able to sleep much since coming here. Same as Overhaul, who's mind would overthink and work itself into overdrive until he forced himself to sleep. Tomura's vision began hazy, lids becoming half-lidded and heavy. A yawn escaped as his breathing slowed, matching your own, and he started to fall deeper and deeper into your warmth, your soft and comfy bed. The smell of coconut became his new favorite calming scent, and he finally slipped into slumber.

No memories of blood, screams, and decay.

He slept peacefully.

Was this your secret power?

Bringing them a semblance of security? Inner peace? Sanity? Covering him in a thick and heavy blanket of affection and intimacy, he'd been without and denied its joys for far too long.

Dabi opened the door to your bedroom and paused, a strawberry pocky hanging limp between his lips as he nibbled on his midnight snack. Well, isn't that a surprising sight? He inwardly chuckled, pulling out his camera and taking a picture.

The black-haired, blue-eyed villain never would have thought Tomura Shigaraki would beat him into your bed. He was inwardly embarrassed for having the same idea as crusty. Leaning his weight into the door, scrolling his camera roll at the picture he'd found himself taking of you all week. Stalking wouldn't be the only crime on his long list. He's used to looming in the shadows, watching and observing from the darkness, unknown and going unnoticed until he made himself known.

---- end of part 16---

Okay to clarify, the sneaking into the bedroom was a toss-up between Shigaraki and Dabi. So, I wrote it without saying who for a minute to amp up the mystery. ;) If you are disappointed by it not being Dabi, don't worry I've got plenty of cringy ideas for Dabi. My focus had shifted to weaving both into the spotlight this chapter.

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Happy Holidays, my lovelies! And Merry Christmas!

Sounded nice and pleasant.

You definitely didn't expect God above or whoever the hell was looking out for you to give you, one, two, three, no…. four possible soul mates! Characters from My Hero Academia to be precise! Three villains and a Hero, no less! Was this god playing a cruel joke on you or something?

Wait. Hold up, let's go back.

To twenty-four hours ago.

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It was your day off and you decided to go to get some errands done. You woke up bright and early, showering, dressing in a cute red and black plaid skirt, white long sleeved sweater, black pantyhoes with rose designs on it and red heels. It was crisp, but not overly chilly or too hot as the fall weather starting to come, multi-colored leaves falling off the trees.

Hot apple cider, pumpkin pie and flavored treats and drinks were everywhere. Your favorite time of year! You couldn't be happier!

You thought your eyes were playing trick with you as you entered the coffee and donuts shop. You saw a familiar spiky black haired man with burnt, patchwork, stapled skin as he carried black coffee and strawberry donuts; he covered his face with his navy raincoat and a black duster mask.

Dabi? You blinked. Nah, it's a cosplayer. You smiled to yourself.

Decided to leave him be and enjoy his breakfast you walked past him.

Oblivious that the Villain's azure blue eyes were following you.

You ordered a warm apple cider with whipped cream and cinnamon coffee cake. It was your treat to yourself after a long week at work. You totally deserved it!

After paying, sitting down to eat and drink your sugary breakfast with a low hum on you lips to yourself and nearly stopping yourself from physically kicking your feet back and forth as you scrolled on your phone. Check messages, emails, socials and your check list as to not get to distracted.

You blink as you finished the last bite of your coffee cake. Were you being watched? You glance around and not noticing anything out of the ordinary, or anyone looking at you, but you still shivered and rubbed your arm, then sipped your drink. God, I hope it's not the caffeine jitters. You never had them, but you had a few friends who did.

Throwing away your trash, double checking for any messes or crumbs, you grabbed a wet wipe from you purse and quickly wiped down the table as you pocketed your phone. What can you say? Old habits died hard from being a waitress in your teens. Nodding with a self satisfied smile you left a tip in the tip jar for the staff and left.

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Dabi sat in the far back of the coffee shop, savoring his breakfast. Periodically checking his phone, he still had no signal which irked him as he scowled underneath his mask. Every once in a while, he would watch you. You had this peaceful and sappy smile on your face. Dare he call it cute? Not that he was going to say it out loud. It was his turn to follow you this morning after birdbrain tailed you yesterday and figured out your routine with one of his annoying feathers.

It had been a week since they were somehow transported from their world and into this one. It was a pain in the ass for keep Shiggy and Overjerk from killing each other, if Hawks had intervened.

His leg bounce in annoyance as he remembered the stupid new worlds match making God's words, "If you all want to go home, then you must make your soul mate fall in love with you and choose one of you four. Simple!"

Great, there lives hung on the balance of some doll. Dabi supposed that you weren't displeasing. There's no way in hell you would accept him, handjob or Toucan bitch. But it wasn't like he wasn't going to lose the competition to the feathered winged chicken. Oh, the over confidant and bright smile the Japan's Number Three Hero and words entered his mind, "Don'tcha worry, fella's I'll win the girl in no time flat! Count on me! I'm Japan's most eligible bachelor after all."

The more Dabi thought about it. The more pissed off and heated he would get before he cooled his temper and reschooled his features, placing his mask of indifference back on. The flame users mood brightened as he finally had access to the shops wifi, he opened his messages and texted the others.

Blue: I'm in and the target's heading towards you germfreak.

Finishing the last of his strawberry donuts and black coffee, he stood, pocketed his phone and left towards his next destination. It was his turn to shake down some losers for cash or pickpocket, whichever he felt like. Didn't care. Unless he turned them into a pile of ash, but the beaked shithead nagged about them keeping a low profile. Jesus fucking Christ, he was worse than a mother hen, nag, nag, nag, bitch, bitch, bitch. He honestly didn't know who the fuck needed to get laid more, Overhoe or Crusty?

Dabi's phone buzzed, he took it out and opened the message, a smug smirk curling as he snickered.

Raven (Bird Bitch): Watch your tone blue flame. Don't getting into too much trouble.

Blue: Yah, yah, I got it. Thanks, mom.

He watched the line of dots appear as the overly huffy yakuza boss was furiously typing away and about to nag him, again.

Raven (Bird Bitch): Just complete your task and hurry back to the base. The meet-up is tomorrow and don't be late.

Dabi can already imagine the feathered Toucan glaring at his phone in his hand now. He's too easy.

Shoving his phone and his hand into his pocket again, he spotted an easy and clearly morning drunken target. Hello, money bags.

Dabi pulled his hood further up, covering his hair and made sure his mask was in place as he stalked towards the unsuspecting victim, his eyes brightening and excitement rushing through his veins.

----- End of Chapter 1 -----

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Hawks tucked his wings closer to his back, feathers rustling in a small, unsettled motion. 

He studied your face for a moment, watching your anger expression soften as you furiously wiped away tears of sadness and frustration with the back of your hand as you sniffed.

That's when Overhaul called out to you, approach you with caution, graceful and measure steps before stopping a respectful distance away and offered you a packet of pocket tissues. The yakuza's expression was calm, emotionless mask of indifferent set-in place as he peered into your earnest and vulnerable expression.

Hawks leaned slightly forward as if trying to get a better look. Silently, he watched with a quiet, aching intensity, longing and yearning twisting and tight within his chest. Emotions that might not have gone unnoticed, if anyone else paid attention to the red winged birdman as he turned his full attention back to you.

Your face and shoulders softened with visible relief, the tension beneath Hawks wings easing and unknotting as though your voice returned to its beautiful, softness. Just like the good, trusting little dove that you were you took it, sniffing and offering Overhaul a small smile and thanking him.

Overhaul stared, transfixed. Then he blinked, cleared his throat and replied that it was nothing.

After using and repocketing the tissues, offering the packet back, Overhaul refused saying you could keep it.

You turned to leave, but Overhaul offered to walk you the rest of the way.

Instead of turning the yakuza down, you accepted his offer.

The blonde's expression nearly crumbled as irritation rose, his jaw tightening as he straightened his posture. Observing every step Overhaul took as the brunette approached you with slow, deliberate steps and walked beside you, the air around Hawks turning colder with each one. His wings shifted, brushing faintly behind him like he was trying to control all of the raging territorial and feral instincts clawing to get out, pushing back his current emotional state as the world shut down around him, a tremor and pulse beat within his heart and base of his wings. The voice inside his head whispering to rush forward, steal you away from wingless, villainous male and become your companion on your way to work.

Hawks shook his head, the motion accompanied by a soft rustle of his wings and followed behind, prowling, clenched fists. He needed to find an outlet, something to release some of his anger, jealousy and confusion. So long Hawks had made it a rule to keep woman at arm's length, keeping his bed warm for no longer than a night or two before moving on with his life or into the next one's arms and embrace. Knowing that it he never got attached, he's never get hurt. He'd never fall too deep. Was this karma coming back? Being send into this unknown world to win the heart of a woman he's barely known for no more than a week, following, learning little things about you. Your habits, your likes and dislikes.

Last night had been the first time he'd came face to face with you. How had you already awakened these feelings, instincts which had apparently laying buried and dormant all his life.

Hawks took a deep breath, calming and shaking himself as he decided to let the Villain accompany you in his stead as he faced the direction of a bakery, decided to get you something as an apology from when you get home. He couldn't shake this nagging feeling of guilt and familiar sense of deja vu. Did he know you? No, he couldn't. The breakdown and heartbroken expression on your face as he held you within his arms, offering you comfort and never wanted to let go.

Dejected, Hawks left, jumped down in the opposite direction, forcing himself to keep going. Breathing in your sweet scent, calming him down as he held it within his lungs until the organs began to burn, begging for air. He felt a warmth blossoming within his ribs

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The faster you walk down the street, the worse you feel; reflecting on how you completely snapped. Your raw, unguarded feeling and opinions came spilled out. You overshared too much as your temper and emotions fizzled out of control. A temper you shared with your grandpa. When you were pushed... you pushed back, tears bleeding into rage and anger, then more tears until you became a pitiful, whimpering, sobbing mess. Curse your sensitive and honest, bleeding heart. Sympathizing with the villains? Who doesn't?

There you go again, opening your big mouth, scolding and having an argument with a dangerous man. Sure, Hawks might be less likely to hurt you out of the four, but you didn't want to take any chances. Your body was still overwhelmed, trembling as your hand tightened on your purse. Wiping away another stream of tears, trying to fight back more. Great, just great, you've bawled your eyes out twice in front of them like a big baby.

I know they will corner me again for information as soon as my shift is over. You inwardly groan. Unless they rummage through the house first.

Last night's conversation threw you off guard. Not only were you an old soul, their fates soul mate, but also reincarnation and were their supposed lover in your past lives? It baffled you, confused you and explained why you felt so drawn to them. First Shigaraki, Dabi, Overhaul and then Hawks.

It didn't explain why you could touch Shigaraki? Why Hawks was showing signs of acting as a male birdman, being overprotective and affectionate with its female. Or the strange tingling sensation skittering across your skin whenever you touch Overhaul? How your pain receptors were cranked up to a hundred when they tried to sever their bond with you?

You heard Overhaul calling out to you from behind, causing you to stop on your tracks and glance over your shoulder. How long has he been stalking you? "Overhaul?" You sniffed, wiping away your wet cheeks with the sleeve of your cardigan. "Something wrong?"

The villain paused, keeping a respectful distance between you. His golden hues met your tearful, curious gaze. He remained quiet, inwardly not knowing why he'd rushed after you. Something compelled him to chase after you, the same unfamiliar feelings bubbling deep within him yesterday in the supermarket. "No." He replied slowly, reaching into his pants pocket with his left hand and offered you a packet of pocket tissues. "Here."

You blink, taking them. "Thank you." You whisper in surprise, smiling softly through your hazy vision. A headache already forming. You hadn't slept well, you cried your heart out and skipped breakfast. It's no wonder you felt exhausted and shitty. You take out a tissue or two, then try to hand it back, which he refuses flatly.

You turned, blowing your noses, stuffing it into your purse, threw it into a mini trash bag you kept inside and using your bottle of moisturizing hand sanitizer.

"Did you mean what you said?" Overhaul muttered out loud, his nonchalant expression unchanged. Inside he was just as shaken by your confessions. You knew way more about them, about him than he'd originally thought or what had been mentioned or revealed by the author of My Hero Academia. Neither of their lives ever allowed any of them for any sort of attachments aside for those within their chosen profession or inner circle. He specifically never trusted anyone aside from Pops and Hari, everyone else he pushed away with a ten foot pole and air tight bubble.

He'd learn from a young age he could only trust and count on himself to free himself, using his curse of a quirk. He never wanted to become someone's science project or chained down ever again. The world was infected by the plague or quirks and hero syndrome. And yet, something deeper drew him to you. Not just as your soulmate or lack of quirk. He couldn't place his finger on it.

When he heard the weak, pitiful uncontrollable outbursts of sobs and tears. He felt his heartbeat clench, strangling and an invisible wright pressing into his chest.

"Which part?" You asked, tilting your head. "I basically bumble fucked and trauma dumped yours, Dabi's and Shigaraki lore and back stories in rapid fire back there." You shifted your gaze away, holding your burning cheek. "Sorry about that."

Overhaul's lips lowered into a frown. "That villains are people too?" Overhaul stepped closer, keeping his expression blank, his face heating beneath his mask as he carefully searched your earnest and blushing face. That sentence cut him deeply, deeper than any scalpel had in a long time.

"Of course, I did." You breathed softly, lifting and meeting his focused, unblinking, soul searching and direct stare. You were drawn into his pools of liquid golds.

You both remain quiet

Somehow his presence had a calming effect on your overworked and frail nerves. It wasn't right. You knew Overhaul was the most deadly, on par with Shigaraki with the use of his quirk, given Shigaraki's quirk is a copy of Overhaul's to begin with. God, if Tomura's mind broke the moment AFO told him to his face during The Final Battle with Midoriya. How was Overhaul going to handle it? It shattered your heart as you burst into tears at another demonstration of AFO's and Garaki's cruelty.

You frown, awkwardly running your tongue over your glossy bottom lip. "Would you-"

"Would you allow me to walk you the rest of the way to your workplace?" Overhaul offered, simply. Feeling his heartbeat quicken and cheeks reddening, giving away his awkward nervousness, pleased to have kept his voice calm and steady.

Your eyes widened, then returned to normal. "I'd like that, if it isn't too much trouble?" You reply, smiling brightly.

"Very well." Overhaul nodded his head, expending an arm. "Lead the way." He knew where you worked, although he'd never been inside himself. You didn't need to know that.

He stepped closer carefully without overcrowding or touching, lifting his hand instinctively to guard you forward. Every once in a while his gaze would drift to catching the early morning sunlight trailing beams of golden light on the top of your head or how it changed your eye color. His breath stuttered, quickly refocusing his eyes forward as his face flushed scarlet beneath his duster mask. Butterflies fluttered within his stomach, his throat drying and forcing his breathing to become slower.

These unfamiliar and annoying new sensations and emotions choking, trembling and tormenting him were a hindrance. Overhaul hated being in lack of control. His raised a gloved hand, pressing the heel of his palm against his brow, overwhelmed, sharply straightening his posture. If this is the soulmate's bond or beginning of love sickness, it's taking root deeper and faster than I thought. He inward huffed.

Reaching your workplace you turned towards Overhaul. "Thank you." You smiled up at him. "You don't have to follow me in. I'll be fine."

Overhaul blinked slowly, raising a brow. "Why?" He couldn't help himself. It went against everything Pops drilled into his head about The Shie Hassaikai's old chivalrous code of honor. He may have disregarded and broken every other rule in the book, but he would be damned, if he allowed the woman he was supposed to magically romance out of his sight without scouting the perimeter of his new territory for danger or threat. If bars here were as noisy and rowdy as back home, then he needed to check first hand.

Your smile tightened. "I don't want you to feel jealous as soon as I walk through the door." You admitted. God, you forgot that Overhaul, Kai Chisaki was as blatantly stubborn as the rest of your love interests. At least, he asked questions and didn't sugar coat things.

"I highly doubt that." Overhaul answered, his tone was disbelieving, thin brow raised.

There was that arrogance, pride and dismissiveness again. The real question was, not if Kai could get jealous, but when? Could be control himself? Stand by and watch normal men shamelessly flirt with the yakuza boss' soulmate? His other half and destined one? Call yourself arrogant, but you were interested to see a hint of jealousy in the usually stoic man.

You blinked. "Do you think I'm ugly?" It was stupid, but that did hurt. You frowned and turned away from him, gripping the door handle and opened it when Overhaul's gloved hand reached out and slammed it shut. Causing you to jump and peaking nervously out from over your shoulder. "Overhaul?"

The taller man appeared to be just as shocked; he acted on reflex.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Don't go putting words into my mouth." Stepping closer into your personal space and whispered, "Don't doubt your self-worth."

You could smell the hint of mint and citrus invading your nose. You swallowed and nodded your head. You honestly didn't expect to get a pep-talk from Overhaul no less. You stared into his burning golden gaze, you saw something soft. "Okay." You muttered, shyly. "Again, thank you, Overhaul."

"It's against proper manners, but given our rare circumstances I'll allow you to call me by my first name when we are out in public." He really looked uncomfortable with the idea, but was offering an olive branch. "Lessens the confusion when you use my villain name or last name." He explained smoothly, his pulse jumping beneath his skin. Shoving away his discomfort.

"Okay." You smile softly. "Thank you, Kai." Once again, you feel that foreign feeling. Knew you were breaking a taboo as your cheeks burned and you inwardly squirmed.

His heartbeat quickens and his grip to tighten on the door, glance away and awkwardly clear his throat as he blushes underneath his duster mask. "Come, we don't need you to be late." With that, he opened the door and lead you inside.

You felt his hand on the small of your back, a simple touch. You felt the heat of his skin and palm grazing, then falling back down on his side. What was that about? You don't remember Overhaul being this kind in canon. Let alone letting anyone other than Pops or Hari call him by his first name. You knew he hated when Deku or Lemillion called him by his last name during the Shie Hassaikai raid, completely denying the name he threw away.

The moment you and him entered, everyone's eyes were on you two.

You noticed regulars and unfamiliar faces shifted from you to your companion. "Morning guys." You called, greeting with a practiced perfect smile.

A chorus of your name echoed throughout the bar.

"Go ahead and sit... Kai.." you whispered softly, shrugging off your cardigan and purse as you headed straight towards the bartenders counter. "Let me make you a non alcoholic beverage, if you'd like."

"No, thank you." He refuses flatly, an expression of disgust curling his lips. "Chilled bottled water is fine."

You don't blame him. Then again, you always make sure to clear your glasses before and after use. You weren't going to argue. Twirling on your feet, bending down, opening the mini fridge and grabbing a bottle water, opened it, resealed it and placed it on a coaster in front of him as he took a seat.

That's when the wolf whistles and the cat calls ringed out.

"Nice ass, Y/n, baby!"

"Today's going to be a fuckin' perfect day, if our sweetheart is here!"

"Y/n, love would ya give me a refill?"

"Coming!" You called, taking a deep breath, tying on an apron, pulling out a pen and notepad, quickly writing down orders you knew by heart. "Excuse me, Kai." You whispered, smiling. "Duty calls."

The brunette nodded, sipping his cold bottled water gingerly.

The bar quickly became packed for a Saturday night.

You were taking orders, giving the cook in the back food orders, refilling glass after glass filled with alcohol or soda. Slipping into the back to grab the bus boy out of the kitchen to gather dirty dishes ready for washing, then proceed to mope the floors and wipe down tables and the counter. People continued drinking, paid and left or new customers came in. Some alone and others in droves and packs.

Overhaul noticed the lingering, hungry, stares and shameless leering ogling your figure; specifically, your backside and breasts. It wasn't just you. Strangers, tipsy women or ones filled with liquid courage would shuffle nervous toward him.

"Excuse me, handsome." One busty, slutty looking red head winked at him, offering him a flirtatious smile and a wink while twirling the end of her hair with her finger. "Could you buy me a drink? Or may I buy you one?" She bit her red colored lip.

Overhaul's eyes narrowed, he sneered and snorted in disgust. "No."

She pouted her plump lips and batted her thick lashes, pressed her arms closer to her chest, squishing her breasts together to try and entice him. "Please?" Making her voice sound falsely cute.

Pathetic. Overhaul's brow twitched in annoyance. "I believe I already gave you my answer, now leave."

The clueless woman wasn't taking no for an answer. Choosing to step closer and invade his personal space, raising a hand to try and touch him.

The audacity. Overhaul's posture turned tight and rigid, muscles wound and strained as phantom itches crawled down from his head to his toes.

You came behind the woman, wrapped your fingers around her wrists. "Lacey." You greeted, smiling a tight lipped smile. "Haven't seen you in a while."

The woman's shock, quickly melted away as Lacey matched your tone and expression. "Y/n, dear they let you still work here?"

"Unfortunately yes." You nod your head. "I'm surprised they let you back in here."

Overhaul gave you an appreciative glance but kept his guard up.

"I'm there singer." Lacey huffed, yanking her wrist free and placed a hand on her hip and using her other to flip her hair over her shoulder. "Of course, I work here."

"If you call that cat screeching singing." You cross your arms over your chest.

Patrons wolf whistled.

"Cat fight!"

"Hell yeah, Y/n and Lacey are having another beef!"

"Kick her ass, Y/n!"

"Scratch her eyes, Lacey!"

"Well, if you excuse me I was asking this handsome stranger for a drink." Lacey gave you her back, softening her expression to pay attention to Overhaul. Ignoring his heated glare.

You placed your hand on her shoulder and yanked her backwards and nearly knocked her off her balance in her eight inch stilettos. "I believe he told you no, twice, Lacey." Your lips became a firm, thin line.

"He's just shy." Lacey huffed, shrugging your hand off.

You flicker your gaze from Lacey to Overhaul. "Nope, he looks disgusted and pissed off. Leave him alone and go fill up another man who actually wants your plastic, barbie wannabe fake ass."

Lacey's took offense to that. "Fake? Plastic? Me?!"

A line of snickers filled the air and one came from Overhaul as he covered it up with a cough and the back of his gloved hand.

"Yup." You nodded your head, smirking. "Fake hair, fake lashes, fake honey golden tan and those tits aren't real." You shrug, readjusting your top, smug smirk growing. "Unlike these."

"Your tits and fat ass are the only thing keeping Asher from firing you." Lacey reported, sneering.

You click your tongue. "Oh yeah? And your cat yells and skank ass is still here for being the bars honorary bathroom slut and blowjob queen."

Cheers, laughter and glasses clinked together.

"Fine." Lacey stomped away. "Keep him. Don't come crying to me when he bends your tight ass against the bar like a mongrel in heat."

"Unlike you miss, she works hard and actually listens when told the word "no" and gets rejected." Overhaul replies, standing to his full height and staring her down with a deadly glare, voice dripping with venom and dark frost.

Lacey's mouth fell open as she turned and briskly strutted away.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Jesus Christ, she's a pain in the ass." You groan in exasperation. "I'm sorry, Kai." You frown.

"It's alright." Overhaul replies, sitting back down. "I'm used to it." He inwardly shuddered, his hand gripped the edge of the counter, the wood straining and groaning, his fingertips twitching and tense, white knuckled.

You were about to offer him an alcoholic drink as you rounded the counter stack a pile of dirty dishes and push them away.

Two men decided to clash.

It started with shoving and cursed, then quickly escalated.

"Damn." You sigh, pinched your nose with your middle and index finger. "Can't I go one day without having to break up a fight."

Usually, Overhaul wouldn't have cared, but he offered anyways. "Want me to handle it?"

You perked up in surprise. "What?"

Overhaul opened his mouth to repeat his offer.

The two men were about to crash again and heading straight your way. You were stuck in the middle of the bar, the stools and there was no escape. One guy picked up a glass and hurled it. The other ducked. You closed your eyes, turning and covering your head, waiting for impact, but it never came.

"Oh, shit, sorry Y/n." One of the customers panicked, recognizing you.

You didn't focus on what they said. No, you were face to face with a man's chest, you tilted your head back to meet Overhaul's fierce golds. His eyes narrowed, a hint of ice and annoyance bleeding through his calm and icy exterior. He-He protected you. He caught the glass with one hand, the glass cracked within his gloved palm, nicking his hand, blood dripping down his forearm and dripping down onto the freshly cleaned floor.

Your heart is pounded wildly in your chest, like it was trying to escape and seek comfort with his own. "T-Thank you, Chisaki." You whispered, fingers curling around the front of his hoodie. You felt his solid, hard body and hint of muscle you knew he kept hidden underneath his baggy clothes. His warmth beneath your fingertips, his heartbeat pounding and drumming.

Chisaki opened his mouth to speak — and closed it. A deep heated blush coloring his cheeks beneath his white duster mask as he swallowed thickly. Breathing became impossible. His heartbeat thundering hard within his ribcage, you felt so plush and soft against his body. Lust shot through his blood like wildfire as he bit back a groan, a shiver rolling down his spine, his gaze flickered down to your glossy, peach colored lips. He begins to wonder what it would be like to kiss you. Shaking himself, Chisaki awkwardly clears his throat and backs away. "Think nothing of it," he muttered softly, then straightened his posture, fixing his clothes and turn to face the two men who started this foolish ruckus other a woman like two drunk idiots. "Now, I believe you two have had enough and should leave." He spoke calmly, but you caught it the hint of ice and annoyance in his tone. "But first, you owe her an apology."

You noticed the gold reflecting a deeper, darker shade underneath the overhead lights.

The air shifting, all semblance of rough housing, drunken merriment and noise became nonexistent. Overhaul's commanding presence and authoritative nature rising to the surface without breaking eye contract with the two bar patrons who froze beneath the yakuza's coldblooded, fierce and predatory stare.

"W-We're sorry." The older one muttered, trying to keep his voice from cracking, it failed.

The younger one nodded his head. "Yeah," His gaze shifted to yours as he offered a wobbly, sheepish, panicked smile. "We'er sorry, Y/n. So so sorry."

The brunette mob boss wasn't pleased or convinced. "Not good enough," he raised his bleeding hand and pointed downward, narrowing his glacier gaze. "Bow to her and apologize again." He didn't care, if he wasn't in his world, the future mistress of the Shie Hassaikai will be given every ounce of respect she deserves.

"What?" Both men repeated, faces flushing in embarrassment and paling.

"We just apologized-" The youngest spoke first before Overhaul cut him off.

"I said to bow," His tone firmer, patience thinning, gloved knuckle tightening and twitching as he reworded his demand and order. "Prostrate yourself and beg for her forgiveness again." Overhaul stepped forward, the habit of fiddling with his glove appeared, which drew your attention, beginning to inwardly panicking and snapping yourself out of your daze. "Or I will force you myself." His voice firm and final.

You clear your throat, slowly and hesitantly, raise a hand and grip the corner sleeve of his hoodie. "C-Chisaki, it's alright." You try to calm him down and soothe his temper without getting into his personal space any further than you had already. Knowing he hated it.

Overhaul didn't back down. "If they are going to make fools of themselves, disrespect you and think they will walk away without learning proper discipline and humility, then they will learn today."

Your boss, Asher came out from the back. "What the hell is going on here?"

You whirl your head around as Asher takes in the mess on the floor, Overhaul standing between you and two of his customers, silently piecing together what happened. "Ash." You muttered sheepishly. "I can explain-"

"These two drunken and bumbling customers started to drawl and wasn't paying attention and almost injured one of your employees." Overhaul spoke, halfway turning and meeting your bosses' eyes. "I stepped in and asked them to apologize properly." A hint of irritation evident as he shifted his tone to become more polite and civil.

Asher sighed, running a hand through his black and silver hair. "Dammit, I told you two to go home an hour ago." He walked forward until he stood between both men, flaring hard with a disapproving stare, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What new, slutty, white trash eye candy were you two dumbasses fighting over this time?"

"Uh..." The younger one blinked, shifting his fearful gaze from the brunette Japanese man to Asher. "Was it Candy with an I? Or K?" He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, blushing a harder shade and bowing his head down in shame.

"No, it was Crystal with a K." The elder man reminded, rolling his eyes.

"I don't give a flying fuck if the whore was waving a million dollars out of her fake tits or g-string." Asher growled, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. "Apologize to Y/n, her foreigner boyfriend and take the woman with you. I don't give a damn if you two fight over her, gang bang her or do a line of snow or crystal on her ass, get the fuck out."

Overhaul watched in silent amusement.

You released a breath you had been holding and let go of his sleeve. You met his eyes, noticing an unsettling calmness washing over him, his hard stance visibly relaxing. As he gave an appreciative hum, a hint of respect shinning within his gaze. "Those are a colorful choice of words." He snickered underneath his breath, trying to keep quiet but you heard it.

"Asher ran a biker gang when he was younger," you lean closer to whisper only for his ears. "Among other things or so I've heard."

Asher spun slowly, meeting Chisaki's gaze. "Been a long time since I've seen a young yakuza around here." He spoke in perfect japanese, shocking both you and Chisaki.

Chisaki recovered quickly. "Yes, pardon my rudeness. It's a bad habit I'm afraid." He gave a small, formal bow in greeting which Asher returned, grinning and released a loud bark of a laugh.

"I knew it." Asher switched back to English. "You are far away from Japan son." His silver-blue gaze shifted from Chisaki to you. "Looks like you got yourself a hard ass of a boyfriend ain'tcha Y/n. At least, someone who's got a strong head on his shoulders and knows how to start and stop a fight."

Both you and Chisaki blushed.

"He isn't Asher." You mumbled, cheeks heating. "He just accompanied me to work is all."

Asher tilted his head, curiosity and interest shining. "A man doesn't leap onto danger and protect a woman without a reason, selfish or otherwise. At least, now around here." He waved you off. "Now, go get the first aid kit while I made jackass one and two some coffee to sober their asses before shoving them out the door."

"Yes, sir!" You nod, your head. Quickly spinning on your heels and run around the bar, dunking underneath and pulling out the first aid kit. "Here, Chisaki." You called out to him gently, your hand hovering over his own, then freeze knowing he didn't like to be touched without his permission. "Please sit and let me see." You sit down on one of the bar stools beside him.

"No need, I can heal myself." He replied underneath his breath.

"Yes, but not in public you can't." You whisper back. "Now, give it, please." You hold out your hand, waiting for him to give his palm to you. You know you are really pushing his boundaries and comfort zone. It cannot be helped.

Sighing, the yakuza lowered his elbow on the counter, slipping off his glove and showed you his hand.

You washed your hands, put on surgical gloves, picking up tweezers, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls and band aids out of the first aid kit. You reached out, paused, then let one of your fingertips barely graze the wound to examine it further. "It doesn't look too deep, maybe a slight graze." You tilt your head.

The small gesture could be easily overlooked by an outside, but the small action caused the brunette's muscles beneath his hand to twitch, sensitive to your hint of warmth and touch. “Please be careful, Chisaki,” You scolded lightly, smiling, showing signs of being visibly happier and calmer. 

For a moment, his heart tightened because you leaned in close. Too close for comfort. He remained stock-still, watching, awkward, helpless, breath shattering quietly as you worked, patching him up in silence. His posture lacked its usual arrogance, settling his free hand in his lap.

He swallowed the nervous tension pulsing underneath his skin, staring longer than necessary, wordlessly assessing and checking for wounds you might were hiding. "I've been through worse fights and near-death experiences than a simple bar fight" Chisaki murmured, finding his voice again. “Is it like this every day and night?” Raising a thin brow.

"On weekends yes." You replied, carefully cleaning the wound after removing the tiny sharps of glass from the wound.

Chisaki didn't flinch or make a sound.

It made your heartache within your chest. You knew his Overhaul quirk pained him whenever he'd been forced to use it on himself. He clearly developed a high pain tolerance for pain and his quirks drawback.

Asher kept his attention on you and Chisaki the whole time, sporting a knowing smirk on his lips. Sooner or later a hard man, a mob boss, a seasonal, stone hearted man cracks beneath the touch of a sweet lady. He's seen it millions of times. They may fool themselves into thinking they are too cold hearted, rough and carry too much blood on their hands to ever accept the pure love of only a woman destined to them could give them.

Both men nursed their cups of steaming hot, bitter coffees, shifting their gazes from Asher to you and this newcomer.

"What's got you in a good mood, Ash?" The eldest teased, shoving two aspirin into his mouth, gingerly sipping his beverage.

"Watching lady luck and fate work their magic." Asher chuckled, softly. "Since our goddess can't be here in person. We've been tasked with looking after the little lady and her four train wreck soulmates." He nudged his head in the direction of you and Kai Chisaki.

"They've been stalking the place since last week." The younger man, Valcon huffed, leaning his chin in his hand. "Didn't think germ boy would be the first to make a move. My bet was on that red feathered bird." His green eyes rolled as he sighed, adding ice cubes into his coffee to help cool it down faster. "Thanks for the heads up, Thatch."

Thatch wacked Valcon on the back of the head, "You started it, Val." He hissed between clinched teeth, glancing over the shoulder as you finished bandaging the injured mob bosses wounded hand. "Mister kill us with one touch nearly would have turned us into blood, guts and runny tomato soup, if it wasn't for Y/n or Ash stepping in."

"Would you rather face patchwork face or mister dust y'er pants, huh?" Valcon countered, popping a piece of ice into his mouth and biting down.

"It isn't easy moving here and you two know that." Asher tapped his finger on the edge of his coffee mug. "We've watched Y/n as her guardians and now, it's the boys turn to step up and take over."

"Mistress said she seemed shaken after last night's meeting and quickly sent her home." Thatch frowned, rubbing his aching forehead. "You don't think she'll start remembering her past lives any time soon do you?" He returned his focus back to Asher. "Poor girls got enough on her plate dealing with their soulmate bonds. Adding their reincarnations and past lives would only confuse and break her."

"If any of them hope to move forward, their past memories, mistakes need to be brought to light, sooner or later." Valcon interrupted.

---- end of chapter 15 ---

I know Hawks and Overhaul stole the spotlight again, but don't worry Touya and Shiggs will return next chapter! 💙🫶🥰

You came out wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a light blue tank top, your wet hair pulled back into a high ponytail and a pair of hot pink socks. You ignored the winged man and went straight to the freezer, opened it, pulled out a mixed bag of chocolate, grabbed a piece or two, closed the freezer, opened it and popped it into your mouth without a care. You inwardly sighed in content, dark chocolate was a good way to start of the day.

Without thinking and forgetting for moment that you weren't alone, you proceeded to lick the excess chocolate off your fingers.

You turn to notice Hawks standing a few feet away and his eyes were fixed on you. Oops. Your cheeks grew hotter. Did? Did he just watch me lick my fingers clean? You wipe your hand on a paper towel and clear your throat, "There's more in the freezer, if you want some." You mutter sheepishly.

"I'm not a sweets kinda guy, but damn." Hawks smirked at you. "You make me want to try all kinds, if it's that good."

You blink at him. What kind of compliment was that? "It depends if you like dark chocolate or milk." You reply, opening up the freezer, grabbing one of each and offering them to him, palm up. "Go ahead." His mouth quirked up at the corner. "Thanks."

He reached out to take both. You couldn't help, but stare at the muscles on his forearms. He saunters closer, reaching for a glass and silently signals he wants to open the fridge. "May I?" He asks softly, stand there in front of you.

"Oh, yeah." You get out of the way to pull out the electric griddle, nonstick pans, dishes and measuring cups with ease.

"Wow, are we feeding an army?" He asked after a moment later. "I have no idea how much each of you will eat, so yes." You reply without meeting his gaze.

He poured himself a small glass of milk, placed it on the counter along with the eggs and butter, sausage links and cheese. You knew the winged hero was handsome. His golden hair framed his face, liquid amber birdlike eyes, the stubble on his chin, the hint of muscle peeking out of his borrowed tank top and hoodie, the back torn to make room for his wings.

He met your gaze and flashed an east smile with a confidence of someone who knew they looked good as he popped the piece of milk chocolate into his mouth, placing it directly on the middle of his tongue.

You swallowed and glanced away, cheeks warming again. Shit, you figure Hawks would be the most openingly flirty out of the bunch, but you didn't expect him to be blunt and shameless about it.

He watches you for a second longer and then chuckles, humming. "It's good." His gaze drags down your down. He pops the second one into his mouth, saving each one, chewing thoroughly and swallows. "I take it they have more flavors to try?"

"Yes, different fillings depending on the season and holiday." You reply grabbing the cooking spray and vegetable oil. "They are my favorite."

"What's the plan?" Hawks asks downing the last of milk from the glass and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Pancakes, scrambled eggs, spam, sausage, biscuits and gravy." You chirp smiling. "A real American breakfast."

"Alright, let's get started." Hawks opened the eggs, picked one up.

"Oh, no you don't." You scoot down, pulling on his sleeve.

"What?" The blonde hero blinked, meeting your eyes. "I know how to crack eggs."

"You forgot to wash your hands." You lightly tug him towards you and he follows.

"Alright, alright. Yes, ma'ma." he chuckles, setting the egg down and turns on the tap and washes his hands.

You wash yours in the other sink, dry and proceed to spray down each pan and cookie sheet.

He turned away to crack the eggs, being careful not to get shells into the mixture.

You stare at the sight of his back, his broad shoulders, his wings. He had an athletic build but wasn't too bulky. Shaking your head you focused on cooking the sausage at the bottom of the saucepan, then switched to making the pancake mix, pouring the mix onto the electric griddle and shoving the canned buttermilk biscuits into the oven.

He was giving a lopsided smile, mixing the eggs and pouring them into the free already heated and oiled pan.

You two continue to cook in silence.

Getting used to each other's company, enjoying the early morning silence. You heard movement in the background but ignored it. You figured Overhaul and Hawks were the early birds between the four out of habit while Dabi and Shigaraki were late risers. You heard light banging on doors, the brunette yakuza's low monotone voice telling the black hair and blue haired villains to get up, or he'd overhaul the door and drag them out.

That got you to snicker. "He's done that?" You ask, stirring the gravy, then turning off the stove and setting it to the side with the lid on it.

"Oh yeah, after the third or fourth time, they learned." Hawks laughed, bending and pulling the biscuits out of the oven. The blonde was practically vibrating with glee; the smell of freshly cooked breakfast made him hungrier. Your scent and presence calmed him as he closed his eyes, enjoying this moment with you.

"Aside from their Villainous profession, they don't seem too bad." You mutter to yourself, smiling.

Hawks opened his eyes, arches a brow. "Sorry, come again?"

"They don't smell like they'd be all that hard to live with, you know." You shrug your shoulders, flipping the last round of fluffy pancakes. You were excited. You loved pancakes. You could eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner, if you wanted to and you would be overjoyed. But something tells you Overhaul would be against it, imagining that the mask wearing yakuza was a major health nut. Complaining about too much sugar and butter wasn't good for your health and digestion.

Hawks' smile melts off his face. "Do you really think you can tame those villains?" The Winged Hero asks, pure disbelief oozing through every word.

"Tame them?" You furrow your brows, halting your movement of stirring the pancake batter and pouring more onto the electric griddle. You couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. Acting as if he wasn't the only changed animal trapped underneath a strict, lock and key, unable to fly free. Did he truly did not see what you saw? "They are people." You press, setting down the mixing bowl before you slammed it onto the counter as your temper flared. "Not animals." You turn, meeting Hawks wide honey amber birdlike eyes as he tilted his head, giving you that look. A look that said, he couldn't believe you just said that. "They have reasons to do what they've done." You place your hand on your hip, unaware that Shigaraki, Dabi and Overhaul were all eavesdropping around the corner, keeping deadly quiet. "And who says Villains don't get happy endings?"

"Birdy that's fiction." He argued, his red feathers twitching and ruffling. Why were you defending them? You said yourself that you knew what inhuman and vile crimes they've done. What they will do. You were walking a very dangerous line sympathizing with a villain. Pitying them. A weakness that they could use against you to get closer to you, take advantage of you and your kindness until they've taken everything from you and all you had to give. That was something he wouldn't allow. His instincts rising as he straightened his posture and narrows his eyes, trying to calm his breathing as his own anger grew. "This is reality." His grip on the spatula tightened. "Show those men weakness? Sympathy?" He meets your gaze head-on; he needed to be blunt. You needed to know this was serious. This wasn't a game. "They will walk all over you, feed off your kindness until their nothing left, but a broken shell that's been used like a plaything."

That cold, hard truth that he'd seen more times that he'd liked back home. Innocent woman, villain chasers and thrill seeking, adrenaline junkies and rebellious teens or young woman falling into the clutches of a Villains Trap. Their false love, manipulation and sickening affection, being cornered, pushed to shove all of their friends and family away. Believing if they ran away from everything and give themselves to their villain lover, then everything would be better. Everything would be easier. The false sense of sweet tasting freedom would soon become their prison, their chains and sink deeper into a series of endless abuse.

"I know you are a smart woman." Hawks flipped the pancakes, they were a perfect golden brown, buttery and fluffy. "Can't you see that?" He asked slowly, reminding himself that you an innocent bystander forced into this messed up role you'd been given.

Silence remained between you two.

Thick, straightened.

Ruining the once peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

"I know we aren't in the world of My Hero Academia, but that isn't fair." Did Hawks really think you were an idiot? True, you felt more connected and in common with them than him. You knew he was trying to give you advice. Protect you, but you weren't going to let him act all high and mighty, when you knew what he'd done too. You weren't going to let any of them bully you. You scoff and narrow your eyes, "And for you to tell me how to judge them? Make decisions for me?" You gave a cold and bitter laugh. "Soulmate or not, I'm not a prize to be won by any of you dammit."

"I didn't say that." Hawks' expression softened, he looked conflicted and guilty for upsetting you.

You snorted, running a hand through your hair in frustration. "Without me, no one can go back home. That's all fine and all, but what about me?" You put the rest of the unused pancake mix in the fridge after putting on the plastic lid as you slammed the door shut. "I fall in love with one of you and I'm stuck here?" Tears prickling the corners as your heart clenched painfully tight with your chest. "Can you tell me that?" Your voice rises higher. So many unanswered questions continue to spill out of your mouth, one after the other without give the blonde time to answer. "Will I be able to crossover too? Will any of you still love me when each of you get exactly what you wanted?" Your voice shaky with raw emotion.

He didn't have any of those answered.

None of them did.

You were right.

"Look, birdy." Hawks spoke slowly, transferring the food onto the plate and burning off the griddle.

You know he'd trying to apologize, but you cut him off. You didn't want to hear it. "Noone is truly heartless." You huffed, sniffing and wiping away the tears that had fallen as you tilt your head up to meet his eyes. "Classic rule of fiction Hawks." You started, holding up a finger and pointing at him as your voice quickly calm and becomes more controlled, or tried and failed.

Just like last night when you were talking with Shigaraki about All For One you should have left it alone. Should have shut up, but you couldn't. You knew their stories weren't yours to share. Yet you couldn't keep these feelings, emotions and overprotectiveness from overflowing and overrunning.

"Villains aren't born they are made, remember that." You frowned. "Both Shigaraki and Dabi wanted to become Heroes, but their fathers were cruel bastards who hurt their families instead of protecting them." Your hatred for both men came through as you clenched your fists. "They were selfish assholes taking two innocent children and destroying them." Tears prickled the corner of your eyes. "All For One had his sick, twisted greedy hands in each of their lives to find his next vessel for himself." You stomped your foot like a child, you didn't care. "Shigaraki being the result! Dabi's hatred and anger for his father kept him alive and going, even after he felt abandoned. After awakening from his three fucking year coma. Did you know that? No? A thirteen-year-old trapped in a sixteen-year-olds body. Told he couldn't go back home by Mister Sunny and All For One, felt as if he had been forgotten."

You shook and sobbed harder, tears falling faster. "When he tried to go home and discovered nothing had changed. His mother locked inside a mental institution, his shitty father pushing his youngest child, a five-year-old into an adults rigorous training to become his successor to pass All Might? Repeating everything he'd done to Dabi to Shoto?" You laugh mockingly. "Hero? Hurting his wife? Forcing her to have more children to accomplish his selfish, shitty obsession. Deciding, if he couldn't do it himself, then he'd force his own dreams onto his children?" You glared hard at the counter, slamming your hand down on impulse, dishes and plates rattling upon impact. "Fuck him! Fuck Endeavor! Fuck All For One!" You shout with all of your heart. You meant it.

Hawks tried to calm you down, he reached out to place his hand on your shoulder, but you didn't let him. You slapped his hand away. "No, let me finish." You hiss, backing away from the winged hero.

He held his hands up, showing that he wasn't going to touch you.

You remain silent and continue to cry, sob and hiccup, furiously wiping away hot, streams of tears. "Overhaul was in AFO's and The Doctors orphanage," You whisper meekly, "Same as Dabi for all we know." You sniff. "It's all I know before Pops found him." Your hand lowers to clutch the front of your tank top, white-knuckled. "There are signs and theories that he might have been experimented on, forced to heal himself with his quirk over and over again, putting himself back together until he somehow managed to get away from that godforsaken place. A place meant for sheltering children, a sanctuary, but became no more than a prison, a false home." You gulp for breath, realizing that you hadn't been breathing properly and were close to hyperventilating. Your heart continued to drum and pound within your ears and chest.

You were tired. Mentally exhausted. Your conversation with The Goddess last night still running around in your head. The tiny glimpses and flashes of your past lives with each of them were overwhelming and nerve wracking. The confusing feeling each of them wrap their arms around you, the same yet different characters you'd come to know. They had become your protectors, your lovers, your strength and rock through everything until each time you were somehow torn apart, ripping from their loving arms.

You could still hear it.

Their voices panicked, screaming, wailing and sobbing into the heavens.

Their voices were blending together; you couldn't tell them apart. Or was it yours?

It hurt.

Stuck in a time where each romance was forbidden, a taboo you had each broken. With Kai. With Touya. With Tomura. And with Keigo.

Your eyes had glazed over, unblinking and haunted. Vacant.

You heard their voices whispering something to you.

You saw flashes of their past lives.

"Will you become my Warrior Queen, my Princess?" It was Dabi. His blue eyes starling wide and dialed from the high of his victory. That semi-permanent curve gracing his lips, his long white hair tied back with smaller braid that you had helped braded this morning.

"Do you understand, my little witch?" His tone became more possessive, crazed and heated. "You are mine." It was Overhaul. Unmasked, panting, pressing you against him as his words send a shiver down your spine. His mouth presses against yours, fierce and unyielding.

"You are my pride and joy, my huntress." It was Hawks. Hawks dressed as an Egyptian God, his large, proud and strong wings rising and wrapping around you as he embraced you. Gold, jewels, makeup and a look of pure love and longing shinning within his liquid honey birdlike eyes.

"You've given me a reason to believe in hope again, little angel." It was Shigaraki. Long white hair, black horns, wings, his skin was the color of ashes, his crimson eyes shining as he stared at you smiling, the smile didn't reach his eyes.

You heard a voice that was your, but wasn't answer them.

Touya!

Kai!

Keigo!

Tenko!

Your head began to hurt. Something deep inside your soul crying and screaming to get out as you clutched your chest, digging your nails into your skin as you whimper in pain.

Against your earlier rejection, Hawks couldn't stand there any longer. Watching you suffer. Cry alone. Breaking down and trying to remain strong. He pulled you into his chest, holding you tight against him. "Hey, calm down," he whispered softly, his heart hurt to see you so distraught. More than shocked and overwhelmed by all the new information he'd been given, he couldn't keep up. He'd decided to sort everything later. You were more important that the mission. For once he wanted to ignore protocol, rules, regulations and let his walls down and let you see the real him. "Calm down, dove." Hawks ran his fingers through your hair as you continued bawling. "I'm sorry," he closed his eyes. "I was out of line. I didn't take your feelings into consideration and I hurt you. You really are a rare, empathetic and kind soul aintcha?"

"Kai, Touya and Tomura gave so much of themselves for the sake of someone else... You too." You whimper, clinging tightly onto the front of Keigo's shirt. "It isn't right. It's fucked up."

Each Villains heart squeezed deep within their chests, then skipped a beat. You had said their names. Their true names. You really did know their pasts. Mentally processing and drinking in your words, your confessions. Your words hitting deeper than any shards of glass.

You pulled away from Keigo and he let you.

Keigo cupped your wet, tear-stained cheeks, wiping them away with the back of his thumbs. "That's life, dove." He confessed, swallowing thickly. "A hard truth, but it's true."

You raised a hand to cover his own.

"Destruction, vengeance, and repayment." You shut your eyes right your muttered out loud, shocking all four of them. "All driven to madness, murder of innocent people and for what?" You backed away from the winged hero, watching as his face fell. "To fulfill the void within themselves?" You walked out of the kitchen, past Overhaul, Dabi and Shigaraki without giving them a sparing glance as you put on your light brown low heel boots, grabbed your keys and purse and grabbed your white and blue cardigan. "Villains. Heroes. It doesn't matter." You glance over your shoulder, another tear falling down your face, eyes red and puffy. "Everyone deserves happiness, love and affection."

Hawks pushed his way through, guilt written all over his face. "Dove, wait."

You shook your head, refusing to listen to him. "If you are disgusted by my weak minded, sympathy, then you can walk out the door," you snapped, opening the door and added, "And you." Your grip tight on the handle, "You, Keigo Takami. I'm sorry that your drunk asshole of a father abandoned you and your mother."

You slammed the front door shut.

No one said a word.

"Nice goin' feathers." Dabi chuckled, recovering first as he poured himself a glass of orange juice. "Day one and you already pissed off our soulmate and made 'er cry."

The Winged Heroes feather sagged and drooped onto the floor. "I should follow her and apologize."

"No, stay put." Overhaul sighed, slipped on his white sneakers, black hoodie. "You've upset her enough. Something tells me, if you follow her she'll likely slap you in the face."

"Why didn't she just take the day off, if she's so tired?" Shigaraki added, muttering to himself out loud.

"Unlike us, she has to actually work." Dabi replied piling food onto his plate. "Either we each take turns staying there every night or we start finding a way to pay her rent."

"So we aren't going to talk about all the info dump she just blurted out?" Hawks asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, raising his head to glance around the door, meeting each Villains eye.

Neither of them said anything.

What could they say?

Did it matter?

Their origin stories didn't matter to them, but it did to you.

You were more than their soulmate and some random innocent and naive woman whose red stings there's was attached to. Something odd was going on in the kitchen, but what?

---- end of part 14 ---

And we blew up. Can't blame mc can you?

I know I shoved sooo much villain lore and spoils in this chapter, but I felt like mc really wanted Hawks to understand why mc is so sympathetic towards them, why she doesn't hate them, even, if she knows it's dangerous. Then last night's dream and flashes their past selves coming back adds more drama and hits of their love stories and tragic ends.

I've already started on Viking Warlord Touya x Rival Queen Reader and Priest Overhaul x Witch Reader past lives started. I'm stuck on Egyptian God Hawks x Huntress Reader and Demon Tomura x Angel Reader. I'll get there.

Thoughts?