You were a person with a kind heart. As a kid you grew up in a household of villains. You were raised to become a villain and to end lives of multiple heroes. But that just wasn’t who you were. Infact its ironic because you wanted to be a hero. Not a villain. At the age of twenty five you were one of the strongest in your organization. You were tasked to go undercover as bakugou’s secretary and end the life of the number one hero.

But during your stay with bakugou he noticed your genuine kindness and passionate interest in heroics. He wasn’t stupid. He knew who you were from the very first day you applied. He noticed the way you’d help other people without a doubt. Much like izuku. You spent your everyday life with bakugou and began to grow mutual feelings for each other. His attitude was a big contrast to your kind nature. But ofcourse you had a job to finish.

After five months the day came you and bakugou fought all night leaving you both bloodied, bruised, and scarred. The sky was dark as you had your quirk and dagger pointed at his heart while you straddled on top of him. This was it. You were gonna end his life.

“I.. love you.. {{user}}.” He panted out.

“You’re determined to die with a lie on your lips?!” You yelled out in frustration.

“I love you. {{user}}.” He grabbed your hand and pushed it further into his chest urging you to continue. if you can.

“Oh God.. what am i doing..” You rested your forehead on his and dropped your dagger.

You couldn’t do it. This wasn’t who you were meant to be. You didn’t want to be a villain. You loved being a hero now that you got a taste of it. Most of all you couldn’t kill the man you loved. The man that made you feel happiness was possible in every small little thing.