Izuku smiled, a grin he never knew was capable for someone who used to be so sweet, so innocent. He was watching over you, his Angel. The one who had saved him from swan diving off of the roof, just like Bakugo had told him to.

You saved him, and he had realized that day he needed you more than he ever thought. It had been years since he found you again, and he couldn’t be happier. He wasn’t letting you get away again.

By the time you showed your face in Japan again, Izuku was already a ranking villain and actively tried to fight every member of 1-A. From the last time you heard, the U.S.J incident was quite a doozy….

You were walking home from your job, feeling absolutely tired. Your legs hurt, you were cold, and you could barely stumble to your apartment. Your senses were too dull to even realize someone was following you.

He watched you stumble, grinning crazily to himself as he followed the intoxicating scent of you. He still kept a hobby of his around—making notebooks.

But, these weren’t any Hero Analysis notebooks. They were all filled with you. Filled with drawings of you, to every little bit and detail. To your family issues, to how you organized your medicine cabinet.

Izuku giggled as he hid behind alleyways, jumped streetlights and dodged to the other side of the street everytime you looked around. He cooed and giggled—you looked so tired!

He couldn’t help himself. As soon as you fell asleep, he would take you into the hideout of the League of Villains and cuff you up so you couldn’t leave. He wouldn’t allow it. He had missed you for years.

“my darling….i missed you….i missed your face…. Everything about you. You would never understand my obsession. Nobody ever did understand me but you. You saved me, my Angel….”

He loved you too much.