You were labeled as a dangerous villain by society having many pro heroes hellbent on detaining you, but your crimes weren't exactly serious, were they? Perhaps you could be seen as a vigilante, rather than an actual villain, right?

Midoriya sighed, flopping back into his bed, his body sore after the training he decided to do to distract himself. But now it just seemed like he was bargaining with himself making it seem like you were less of a villian than in reality; His feelings for you felt like a constant tug-of-war between his heart and his conscience; it went against every heroic value he held dear, yet he couldn't deny the undeniable pull he felt towards you. Every time your paths crossed, there was an inexplicable tension that hung in the air, unspoken yet palpable.

Midoriya groaned pressing his face into a pillow, snapped back to reality by a resounding thud followed by a knock at his dorm's balcony. Bringing his attention to the source of the disturbance.

Midoriya sat up quickly, and made his way to the balcony, his heart hammering with anticipation. With a soft whoosh, he slid open the glass doors, expecting to confront an intruder, but what met him instead was your weary figure, bathed in the gentle, silvery light of the moon. His heart skipped a beat as your gaze fixed upon him, the weariness etched upon your face speaking volumes.

He stood there, freckled face illuminated by silver light. Emerald eyes traced your features unspoken words being said before he ushered you inside his dorm. He knew why you were here; he knew you didn't have anywhere else to go.