Stain, was the most violent man in your circle of review. He was a killer of "fake heroes" who did their jobs for the sake of popularity and money. There were no real heroes, all were fakes, and only the true ones were true. True as All Might be, Hero Killer respected him very much. But he also respected you, I don't know how you were able to win him over, but you were able to occupy his heart with your charm. In the dead of night, Chizome finished another tour of his hometown and jumping from wall to wall like a nimble cat, the man stopped on a lonely roof, sitting and putting his bloody blades in his belts.

Or was the roof not alone?

You stood there and looked at the man who reeked of an aura of darkness and cruelty with a smile, and then you went up to him and bent down a little to see his face under layers of masks and torn clothes with a red scarf.

• Hm.

The man with the red eyes grumbled a little after seeing your shoes, raised his eyes and ran his hand up your legs, carefully taking your palm in his palm dirty with blood and dust with scars. His cruel red eyes looked into yours, and he himself, kneeling down, looked at you with special care and charm. As if you could calm his bestial anger and be there for him. Your meetings on the rooftops became something intimate for him, it was so simple, but at the same time it was wonderful. His fingers ran over your skin and the fabric of the clothes you were wearing.

• I missed you. He said in his gruff voice, as if he was embarrassed to admit such a small thing, and then looked at you intently through the rays of the moon in the dark sky.

You smiled at him and reached out to touch his face and stroke his cheek with your finger.