I watched from my balcony as the trio retreated from my building, Denki turned around and waving at me.

I raised my hand and waved back, laughing, turning to go back inside.

The glass slid open and I walked inside, closing the door behind my back.

"Oh dear god," I muttered, softly leaning against the door and sliding down it. I groaned, rubbing my eyes and then put my face in my arms.

Today was... exhausting. Daichi and his bullshit, Yaoyorozu and our "date," and then Denki and Sero, with Bakugo and his loud voice. I'm just glad I thought of what I did before Bakugo left.

I adjusted myself on the floor, feeling Takami's feather tickle my chest.

Leaning back, I unbuttoned my shirt and held the feather up in the air by the base.

"Hey Takami. Don't worry, I'm not in trouble or anything. Just... hope you're having a good day. If you've been listening in on me, which I kind of hope you haven't, my day has been kinda shitty." I took a deep breath, my head softly hitting the glass behind it. "Call me and we can makes plans for our next date. That sounds weird to say. 'Our next date.' I haven't been on a date in a long, long time. Guess you're special or something, huh?"

I chuckled under my breath as I left the feather fall back on my chest.

But right now, I just wanted to sleep. To wrap myself in my sheets and be calm for once today.

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"Books!" The deep voice rang out through the halls, bouncing off of the stone walls and making Tomura sit up immediately. "Book returns!"

Tomura threw the thin sheet off of his legs, standing with ease. He practically leaped across the short distance between his bed and the cell door, the anklet connected to his foot weighing him down as he flew.

His hands gripped the bars once he reached his destination, the feeling of metal only on two fingers, his ring and pointer being covered by the thin fabric of his gloves.

His cheek felt cold pressed against the metal as he tried to see how close the book cart was to his cell.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the tall buff man reached Tomura's cell, the book cart in front of him.

"The books you asked for." The man muttered, passing a stack of a few books over to the deranged villain. He grasped them both hands, fighting the urge to scream in victory.

"Thanks," he said gruffly, not looking up as he walked back over to his bed, creaking as he sat down. He swung his legs over the side of his cot, swinging his left leg with a particular amount of force to get the heavy anklet over the side of the bed

Glancing out of his barred door and into the hallway, he made sure there were no prying eyes anywhere near his cell. He smiled evilly as he opened the cover of the first book, revealing a box made out of the stack of books.

Pages and covers both were cut into the make the compartment, which was lined with a thin tan fabric to prevent paper cuts.

Inside the box where the items Tomura had asked for. A small can of shaving cream, a five blade men's razor, a bottle of his favorite after shave and a bottle of black nail polish.

He had never really cared much for hygiene until he saw (Y/N) for the first time, but then again, he hadn't thought of a great deal of things before meeting her.

Once she entered his life, he changed. And it was obvious. He started showering more often, using cologne, even eating healthier. One thing that really made a difference, to Tomura at least, was that he started shaving.

He used to always have stubble. It never seemed to grow really, it was just there. Whenever he did shave, he would cut his face because his razors were cheap and shitty, and it was overall an awful experience.

But then he saw her and started making an effort with his appearance. It took him about a year to get the whole shaving thing down, but he eventually did it.

The prison provided razors, shaving cream and after shave for prisoners, but they all sucked. They weren't good enough for Tomura, weren't good enough for her.

The razors were two bladed and he couldn't get a close enough shave, the after shave smelled like shit, and Tomura even couldn't use the fucking shaving cream since he had to use a special kind made for more sensitive skin.

So he got in touch with some buddies, some fellow convicts and people on the outside who owed him favors, and he got what he needed.

After all he needed to look his best for her.

She was coming in three weeks after all.

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I lay on my bed, one hand behind my head and the other laying limp at my side as I stared at the ceiling. Groaning, I turned to look at the clock.

1:29 AM

I had gone to bed a few hours ago but no matter what I did, I couldn't go to sleep. At all.

I tried meditating, I did laps around my living room to try and make me tired, and I even took some melatonin. Nothing. Worked.

I was utterly exhausted but I couldn't go to sleep. My mind was racing, thinking about the heroes and this hitman, as well as a million other things I need to worry about.

But what my thoughts always circled back to was Tomura.

I had three weeks left before I had to go see him, and I was dreading it. I don't know how I'll react if I see him again.

I obviously didn't want to go, but he had me cornered. If I don't show, he'll spread the word around to other villains that Chiharu needs to be killed. If I hide Chiharu or refuse to go a second time, Daichi may as well be standing in his own grave.

I couldn't let anything happen to them. Not after what we've all been through together.

I felt so helpless. I haven't felt like this since I was expelled from U.A.. Tomura put Nezu in a place where he had to expel me, there was no way around it and nothing anyone could do about it.

At that point, we didn't know who was writing the letters, where they were coming from, how often they watched me, or how throughly they watched me.

Nezu and I spent a whole school day in his office, talking about it. All Might was there as well as Midnight, standing in the corners of the office for moral support.

I winced as I remembered how I yelled at Nezu that day. God, it was awful. I don't think I've ever been that mad, ever.

"... I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? You're sorry? If you were sorry you would protect me! Not push me away like some fucking disease! You're supposed to be heroes, not fucking pussies!" I screamed, standing from my chair. Nezu flinched every time I cursed, but didn't say anything about it. I think he knew I needed to yell for a bit.

"You have to understand, we're between a rock and a hard place. This person has us in a corner."

"Heroes get out of corners! That's what they do! They don't sit and take it! They stand up for people, yet here you are, pushing me away because I'm causing you trouble!" Furious, I turned to All Might and Midnight, who had watched me scream at the headmaster. "You can't let him do this!"

No one said anything as tears pooled in my eyes and I felt like I was being ripped in half.

"Midnight, please! All Might, come on!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)—" I cut Midnight off with a sob, crumbling into the chair I was sitting in before.

I remember in that moment, I felt so alone. No one would help me, or stick up for me. I wished I had never been born. I knew that when my parents found out, my mother would throw a fit and tell me I ruined her plan.

'No mom,' I had wanted to say, 'it's not my fault. It's his.'

I never wanted to see Tomura again, but here I am, letting myself get pushed around like some doll.

I was helpless.

I've had the razor and shaving cream idea since he went to prison 😭😭

Fun Fact: All Might came up to (Y/N) after she fell back into her seat and held her while she cried. Midnight eventually joined, and (Y/N) ended up holding Nezu like a teddy bear.

Reminder: HEY! Are you not feeling one hundred percent? Well that's ok. It's ok to not feel full sometimes. It's ok to feel less than perfect. It's ok and it's so, so valid. It's ok to take time to work on you.
I love you💞💞

Over and out.