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Slowburn/ Fake date/ Enemies to lovers

Oh my god… Anon, you have no idea how much I love mind bullshit - ESPECIALLY when it comes to things like memories and past trauma! I don’t watch She-Ra, but I know a tasty trope when I see one! 

Of course they would get hit by a quirk, especially in the later half of the story when Mic’s becoming more vigilante than villain, and of course both these idiots have a hero complex so they try to save each other. The villain’s quirk probably forces one’s body to shut down relieve their memories, but when two people get tagged at the same time, then they end up sharing a dream link that ends with both people seeing their own memories and the memories of another. Think how good a quirk that would’ve been for couple’s counseling! 

So now the two are in the hospital, which they’re unaware of, and trapped in a black space where they can only find each other. They’re not in their hero costumes, either. They’re dressed as their truest expression of self - for Aizawa this would be comfortable black clothing with his binding cloth around his neck. After so many years of having that cloth next to him, you can’t tell me that he doesn’t wear that thing at home and forget it’s there sometimes. 

Mic, though… Mic would be Yamada Hizashi. For Villain!Mic his truest expression would be clothes that are too big and too soft, clunky glasses that never seem to stay on right, a pair of headphones because what if what if what if and hair that’s only just half pulled back - he needs to hide his hearing aids, after all. If Aizawa didn’t know who his barista was by now, this helps him figure it out. 

After a very angst-filled conversation about cat muffins and “You’ve been in front of me this whole time?!” the two sees distant lights in the background and, well, might as well try to figure out where they are, right?

Cue the memories. I see them walking through a black background with only the lightest traces of some sort of road that they’re following, balls of light passing by them. Each one that bumps up against them throws them into a memory. They’re randomized - how could they not be? One mind full of memories is a lot, but two? Things are bound to get mixed up.

They see Aizawa Shota winning his first year sports festival, standing tall and proud as he’s told he’ll be pushed up into the U.A. hero course. 

They see Yamada Hizashi living on the streets when he’s sixteen because no one wanted him and where else was he supposed to go?

They see Eraserhead being rushed to the hospital, the Nomu leaving scars that are still healing - that will always be healing. 

They see a quiet Hizashi curled up in his apartment, holding his cat close and mumbling about how he had forgotten how to smile.

They see a loud Shota laughing with friends at a bar after finally, finally, finally being dragged out. 

Birthdays, and Christmases, and schoolyard brawls, and love, and hate, and every little thing in between - these two see glimpses of it all, and then… 

Hizashi sees a young Shota bullied and hated for his quirk. Why wouldn’t he be? No one likes the idea of not being special. No one likes the idea of being made quirkless. 

The memory fades and the two are left as they are, bruises long since forgotten and healed, and Shota is ready to tell him that, but instead he looks to see Hizashi is crying, hands covering his mouth. He can only mumble, so quietly, “You were like me.” 

Another ball of light comes speeding towards them and crashes right into Shota as if it had been trying to find him. They’re rocketed into a memory and this time Hizashi is crying for more reasons than one, hands over his mouth as he tries to be absolutely silent. Shota doesn’t get to ask what’s wrong before he finds out.

A young Hizashi, no younger than five, but no older than seven, is crying and sobbing and slipping with his quirk no matter how much he tries to stop it. When it finally does stop, a device is fitted around his face. It takes a moment for Shota to realize what it is because he cannot, no matter how hard he tries, figure out how anyone could justify forcing a child to wear a muzzle. 

The adult Hizashi beside him is utterly still and silent, as if afraid to make any type of noise. The child in front of him is the same. The woman - no, the villain - in front of them is cooing softly and there we go. All nice and silent. Isn’t that better, Hizashi?

The memory ends as soon as it began and there’s nothing but absolute silence between the two of them. 

Then, slowly, so, so, so slowly, Shota pulls Hizashi’s hands away from his mouth, holding tight when the man tries to jerk them away and it’s okay. He tells him that it’s okay. He can scream and cry as much as he wants. 

But what if he hurts someone?

He won’t. Shota will make sure of it.

Promise?

Promise. 

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