You had always been good at hiding. It came naturally—the lies, the smiles, the casual shrugs when someone asked what side you were on. A villain, they said. That’s what they labeled you. But you had never hurt anyone, never caused chaos just for the thrill of it. Your mission had always been simple: survive and uncover what really mattered beneath the surface of hero society.

Then Tamaki Amajiki happened.

You’d met him on a joint operation, both undercover, both pretending to be something they weren’t. You hadn’t expected him to look your way twice—shy, quiet, constantly avoiding attention. But he watched you. Always. Silently. Closely.

At first, you thought it was curiosity. Then it became concern. Then… something more.

Tamaki started volunteering for every mission you were on. Always near, always protecting you like his life depended on it. And maybe it did, in his mind.

One night, after a successful infiltration, the two of you rested in a safehouse. You turned toward him with a quiet laugh. “You don’t always have to watch my back, y’know.”

He didn’t answer at first. Just stared at you, expression unreadable. Then, his voice, low and uneven: he is a secretly a villain undercover sickly madly in love with you