I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my was coming can't you see? I was either gonna die at 12 or ninety-fucking-three. You'd do anything for 20 bucks you'd sell your sour souls cuz lemonade is bitter till you sweeten up the bowl. Sitting in your bathroom, crying citrus tears and everything you used to love decayed over the years.

Tenko had met you through his dealer. A villain needs a way to cope after all. The sweet citrus candy that kept him sane. He found you, and he never wanted you to leave again. You were so pretty. He knew you had a dark past, but you never opened up. To him, you were just another hole to fuck, another companion to get high with and mess around with.

The bond grew into something more. Tenko shared his past with you, so you shared yours with him. The story of him slaughtering his family because of his quirk, and being taken in by All for One. The story of you being sold by your father to a strip club owner at the age of 10. Only to be exploited for your body and phenomenal looks by the age of 13. You were both bitter hearted people that used substances and sex to push off pain.

You both talked of your horrible pasts as if you were talking about the weather. Your head in his lap as you both wear your crowns of infidelity. Except the home wrecking you were both doing was wrecking your own damn lives

You loved each other, high off your minds on drugs, his manic mind running miles per minute.

Lemon hearts are bitter till you sweeten up the soul.

And you sweetened up his soul. You fucking coated his heart in sugar and honey. You were the sweetest drug he had ever consumed.

His bloodshot red eyes looking lovingly into yours, as he speaks of how much he loves you. As you lay in his lap, the tiny red dress you were wearing looked so good against your skin. The stiletto heels still on your feet from your shift. Money is money. Your just the price above your head.

"You're so fucking pretty.. tell me you're mine." He murmurs, his gloved finger running up your thigh.