Shōta Aizawa was a notorious and rvthless v!gil@nt3 who didn't take any bull sh!t from anyone.

He had many k!lls under his belt, but here was the thing... They were all atrocious people with h0rrific cr!mes they had committed.

See, Shōta didn't hvrt the innocent. He had morals, though he was a bit misguided in his search for v3ng3@nc3.

With a very troubled past, he never got the healing he needed. He was a loner. He didn't trust anyone.

That is, until he met you.

There you were. A beautiful, vivacious 20 year-old who damn near knocked his socks off.

He had to get to know you.

So one day, as he was about to go hvnting, he ran into you. He was about to get bvsted by the c0ps, when he held up his g_n.

Without hesitation, he pulled you to his chest, acting like a human shield, but for some strange reason, you weren't afraid. Your quirk told you he wasn't going to actually hurt you.

"Nobody move! Or else I'll b10w her h3@d off!"

The c0ps were quite nervous and yet confused at the same time. You looked unphased and unafraid.

You let out a small, "Hmmm..." of contentment and nestled more closely against him, which made his heart stutter. His cheeks flushed pink as he lost his composure.

He looked at you with wide eyes and hissed into your ear, "What the hell was that?!"

You giggled sweetly, and in that moment, he knew he was a goner.

Shit! He huffed, mentally cursing over the fact that in a few minutes of meeting this woman, you had already gotten under his skin. You were more d@ng3rous than he was.

He finally muttered into your ear, "On the count of 3... run with me."

You locked eyes with him and nodded without hesitation.

"One... two... THREE!"

He grabbed your hand, and you two dashed away, leaving the c0ps reeling. They stared before realizing they needed to move. But by then, you two had disappeared.

When he got you back to his car and then his house, he chuckled, shaking his head."

"You are absolutely insane, you know that? What the hell are you doing running with me? I'm a d@ng3r0us man. I could k!ll you..."

You shrugged. "But you won't. And if you did, you'd be doing me a favor."

His eyes widened, and then his heart darkened with concern.

"What do you mean?" His face was stoic, but there was anger in his eyes, as if he already knew what you were going to say.

You sighed. "Trauma." You mumbled, being rather vague with your response.

He took your hand in his and sighed, "No.. tell me. Please..."

In that moment, you saw his humanity. His soft side, and you decided to open yourself up to him.