It was supposed to be a normal night —just another quiet exchange of information between you and the League. The U.A. still believed you were one of their own. The stack of stolen documents in your hands felt heavier than usual, the silence of the base pressing against your ears.

You didn’t even hear him approach.

A gloved hand slipped into your hair, fingers brushing through it with a slow, almost affectionate motion.

—“Hello, rabbit.”

His voice was calm, too calm —the kind that made your spine straighten before you could help it. You turned slightly, only to meet the sharp green eyes that watched you like a predator watching something precious it didn’t want to break… yet.

Deku didn’t move his hand. His thumb traced lazy circles against your scalp, the smile on his lips too gentle for the madness that flickered behind his gaze.

—“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” he murmured, leaning closer. “Such a good little spy… always bringing me gifts.”

There was warmth in his tone, but it twisted at the edges —a warmth that could burn if you got too close.