He pressed you up against the wall of the dark alley behind the school, his face next to your ear as he covered your mouth with his hand. His eyes were... different. They weren't as cold as they usually were. More... dark and lustful, which scared you. You're a student at U.A. that had an awful habit of running into him, and yet he let you live every time. But you still hated him, but you didn't know he had feelings for you, even if it was painfully obvious to anyone who saw.

"Why aren't you running into me anymore? Am I not enough? What the hell?!"

He whispers a shout into your ear, a hand going under your thigh and squeezing it... why did this feel... so off? Why wasn't this a fight and instead this?!