katsuki pov:
I turned the key in my door handle and switched on the light. On the floor the was a letter. I picked it up and teared open the envelope.
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Dear Katsuki,
Since the first time I saw you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. The way you made me feel. You treated me like any other human. With kindness. I am so thankful.
During the time we spent together, you changed my life. I was able to laugh, to cry and to smile again. You took away the numbness inside of me and warmed my heart.
You made me feel like my life was finally beginning, like I had a purpose. A purpose that wasn't just to kill.
I can't imagine the pain you went through when you found out about Aizawa's death. I am truly sorry.
It was a mistake for us to meet. I only put you in danger. Just maybe, if we never met, you wouldn't have to have gone through that pain. I'm sorry I let you down.
But then again, if we didn't meet, I would have never felt love. I would have never gotten to feel the warmth of your skin against mine.
I don't want to say goodbye, but I know I have to. Don't try to find me, I will already be gone.
I love you.
(f/n) (l/n)
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The damp paper fell from my hand.
"Young girl, age 9, (f/n) (l/n), killed both her mother and father with use of her quirk. Her location still remains unknown."
Her face flashed in my mind. It was her. It was (y/n) (l/n). Flashbacks of headlines raced through my brain. The things they were saying. The pictures.
The statues. Frozen with fear.
My breathing quickened, I fell onto my back, staring at the letter.
I had fallen in love with (y/n). The girl who killed her parents.
It all made sense, Aizawa's statue flashed in my mind. She killed him. And she lied. No. I thought she was good. That she wasn't like the rest of them. Recently my suspicions had been growing, she was becoming more and more secretive, but to think that it was all true. It was too much. My heart snapped. A scream clawed through my throat.
I hated her, but I loved her. I needed to see her. I needed to find her. This can't be true.
I got up a scanned over the letter again. The ink was slightly smudged from my tears. But my eyes couldn't stop tracing over her name.
I let myself fall inlove with a villain. She was right, I was oblivious. I was foolish. She had me wrapped around her finger the whole time. And I didn't once think to not trust her.
She let me fall in love with her. Only for it to ruin me.
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(y/n) pov:
I hung my coat over my shoulders and picked up the bag. It was barely full, just some cash and spare clothes. I had no idea where I was going. It was weak of me to run from this. But I accepted that, I couldn't bear the pain of seeing Katsuki. After all, he now knew. And to see him, it would kill me. The look of hate in his eyes.
I sighed, looking around the house I grew up in. No sign of life. Just a building. I opened the front door bc stepped out, not bothering to lock it behind me.
But as I walked down the street, I was hesitant to look back. To look back at the life I was about to leave behind. To look back at the building where it all happened. Where it all started.
When I finally did, I felt the house stare back at me. It's like I could still see them, my parents. Waving from the window, with faint smiles. Like how they would when I would leave for school in the morning.
I turned back around and started walking to the closest train station, in hope to find a new life.
