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You work as a hero. 
A normal hero. 
Or.. Do you?


You find yourself in love with Overhaul, the leader of the Yakuza. If anyone found out, you'd be in trouble. You visit each other frequently, but not nearly as frequently as you'd like.. 


You soon find yourself having to fight Overhaul, upon multiple occasions, although.. Do you?


Swearing and possible lemons.


I'll try to update as frequently as possible!

Overhaul x Reader

The pain in my chest was aching. Not from the fact that one of his tendrils went through my chest, but from how my heart was gone. Broken. Stolen. The gold and black mask's sparkle had been deceiving, and I had ultimately paid the price. After having had a few of the UA students visit, I was left alone to surrender myself to the patronising thoughts. 


'You should've known better than to trust the villain who'd made it his mission to remove quirks.'


Despite these recurring snipey remarks, I felt betrayed. I thought we'd had a bond. Overhaul and PH/N to the end, like Bonnie and Clyde. But no, instead I was much like Eve who'd fallen for the serpent's deception and taken a bite of the forbidden fruit. 


Time after time, I'd let him get away with things that no other hero would even think to allow. 


But it's okay now. It's okay because I was told different stories about where Overhaul is, and he's either dead or fled Japan. How typical. He'd leave after having dealt with a difficult situation. He left me to die on that hard, cold concrete floor. It was embarrassing how easily swooned I was by him. 


Miserable doesn't even begin to describe my mood, which lingered like a rainy cloud over my head, as I began to peek the hospital blanket from my jelly legs.


The tendril had just missed my spine, my central nervous system, and I was still able to walk. Yet I'd needed some physical therapy recently, since I'd woken from my coma about three months ago. My progress was well, but the guilt I'd felt when I found out I'd been stuck in, what felt like an eternal slumber, a coma for a year almost made me wish I hadn't woken up. 


Although, my friends and fellow heroes were thrilled to have me awake, the gnawing feeling at my chest of how much I'd betrayed and put them last honestly was consuming.


I was going to do well now. My life is good. Life is great, in fact, without the man who'd left me for dead.


I was going to be the master of my own destiny this time, and it didn't involve the love of my life.


I stood slowly, my sped up regeneration helping allow me to stand and step for the door out. As I came closer to the exit, however, I heard a voice that I hadn't for, fortunately, a damn long while. But of course that couldn't last.


The hushed whispering of a nurse was trying to quieten his authoritive voice down, and yet the man wasn't able to be any quieter than he was. His voice was made to echo and make more than a few heads turn. I was ready, though, and as I stepped out, my fears were confirmed.


Chapter 39.