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The first time it happened, it wasn’t really on purpose. You were just on a walk around campus at night, curious to explore without the stares of your fellow UA students.
There was no reason to blame them of course, especially not your hero-aspiring classmates, who were the least likely people you knew to trust a villain. ‘Ex-villain.’ You had to remind yourself. Long gone were your days in the dark and nasty underbelly of society. They called it a test run for a ‘Villain Re-education Program’, where young delinquents like yourself would attend a hero course to either become a hero or just become a citizen (they hadn’t decided yet).
Interrupting your thoughts about your lab rat status, was the sight of 3-A's dorm building. They were living legends, and you’d admired them even during your time as a villain; though you doubted you’d feel the same if you were from Japan. No, the Hero Commission had outsourced you from your home country, likely so there wouldn’t be any issues with the public recognising you.
‘I wonder if I can spot any of them from here... it’s 2:00am though, they would all be asleep.’ You wandered over to the left side of the building, surprised by the soft glow coming from one of the windows. Abandoning the thoughts of how weird it would look if you were caught, you squatted low and jumped to the glowing fourth floor balcony.
Your inherited rabbit quirk came in handy for parkour like that, and boy, were you glad when you saw who was inside the room. ‘Red Riot.’ The yellow light came from his desk lamp, and the way it coated his bare chest in gold made the cool Spring night suddenly warm. You leant against the glass slightly, revelling in the way his chest would rise and fall. He was probably your favourite hero in 3-A, seconded only by Cellophane.
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If you were to think back, you’d guess you stood on his balcony for about an hour, just watching him sleep. That was in early April, with a visit repeating itself twice a week; and it was now the end of May, the class marks for first semester’s midterms due to release tomorrow.
But that wasn’t on your mind when you transformed into a bunny to slip out of your ankle monitors, an aspect to your quirk that only you knew. You were determined to advance to the next stage in your strange ritual: enter his dorm. Not to take anything, you wouldn’t stoop so low (yet) as to be compared to the common pervert.
You just wanted to see if you could get away with it.
The lack of a lockpicking kit was quickly overcome by messing with some bobby pins, though you’d really prefer to not use such unreliable tools. ‘If only they hadn’t taken away those earrings. Especially after the lengths I had to go through to get them to look like Corky’s from Bound.’
When you jumped up to the now familiar balcony, it occurred to you that taking one thing would really make it easier in the future, and possibly even worth the risk. But for the time being, you focused on the lock, putting the right-angle shape in to hold down the lock, and clicking up each section with another pin in a surprisingly easy motion.
‘UA should really have better locks.’ You thought to yourself, taking a deep breath in and holding as you slid the door open. Your eyes were trained on the redhead’s chest, ready to retreat at the slightest change in breathing pattern. When there was no sign of him waking, you sighed heavily and slid through the open gap.
It took you a few minutes to clear your light-headedness, still in disbelief at actually being inside his room instead of looking in. The smell was intoxicating, and you had to hold yourself back from taking anything more than necessary. There was no time for more than an ‘in and out’, and you turned from Kirishima’s sleeping form to his desk.
With regular nervous looks back at him, you found what you thought was the balcony key, testing it in the door once to be sure. You sighed in relief but stopped to groan internally when you looked to his bed. He was so close and you simply couldn’t pass the opportunity to kneel beside his bed.
Every night you visited, the lamp was on, and you guessed he used it as a nightlight. It cast the same yellow glow as the day you first saw him, but up close you could see where the gold blended into the rest of him in shadow. He was beautiful, with sharp features that softened in sleep. Before you could pull back, your fingertips brushed his warm cheek.
You quickly pulled back, hoping he didn’t wake, but the fire racing from your fingers down your arm was searing with want. Blood pricked in your palms as you dug your fingernails in to stop yourself from reaching out again. At least you were sure you wouldn’t bloody a face like his, because otherwise you probably wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from keeping a hand on his face until sunrise.
‘Shit, gotta get out of here.’ You reached a bloodied hand into your pants pocket, pulling out the key and taking two long strides to your exit, stopping when you spied something of interest. A very torn up hero costume lay to the right of his desk, already in pieces.
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The walk back to your own dorm felt long with the heavy warmth in your stomach. Nothing short of pure elation ran through your veins when you snuck back around the right side of the 1-A dorm building, and you overshot the jump to your balcony on the fifth floor in excitement, slamming head-first into the brick above the door. ‘Geez, that’ll bruise up nasty.’
You blinked past the ensuing headache and entered the key, quickly swapping to your own when you realised you tried to use Kirishima’s with no success. The positive feelings were being dampened by the realisation that there was now dried blood on your hands, fresh blood on your left brow, wetness in your underwear, and sweat everywhere.
Emptying the keys and costume fabric from your pockets onto your desk next to the sewing machine, you hurried to gather toiletries and clothes for a well due shower. On your way you saw Nagisa coming from downstairs, she was the one person who’d accepted you in the almost two months of school, and you smiled when you saw her.
“Nagisa! What are you doing up so late?” You tutted dramatically, crossing your arms disapprovingly.
“I could ask you the same thing, but what I’m really concerned about is your lack of jewellery.” At your confusion, she rolled her eyes and pointed to your ankles. “You should be safe since everyone here has the same bedtime as my grandma, but be more careful next time. Mic would give you an earful if he found out about your nighttime walks...”
She trailed off, looking you up and down with sudden realisation at your state. “I uhh, overshot the jump on my way up.” You weren’t going to lie to your only friend, but you weren’t going to tell her about where you went on your walk either. So, you gripped your towel and pyjamas a little tighter, hoping she didn’t ask anything more.
“Come on, let’s get you some ibuprofen.” Your friend sighed, and you nodded softly, following behind her. When you took the milk and meds she offered, she spoke again. “The first-aid kit is in that cupboard, so make sure to deal with... all that after your shower.”
“Thanks. Like really, thank you. You’re a good friend.” You grinned sheepishly at her, and she shoved your shoulder lightly before retreating from the kitchen for bed. “Goodnight Nagisa!”
“Goodnight, Y/N.” She called back, disappearing around the darkened corner.