You recently graduated from UA about 6 months ago. In that time, you hadn't heard from Aizawa- the Sensei you loved and had always been close with, and it stung, to say the least.

Needless to say, in your anger, you decided to self-destruct and pursue something you never would've entertained before due to your trauma.

You decided to become a stripper. You were beautiful and you learned the moves fast, so it was no wonder you made excellent money- not that you needed it.

You felt conflicted. On one hand, it felt empowering commanding the attention of so many men. On the other hand, you loathed how creepy some were, and the dreaded lap-dances you would have to give. Although, you could turn them down if you wanted to.

But deep down, whenever a private dance was requested, you closed your eyes and imagined Shota.

Little did you know, you'd end up seeing him tonight. Here, of all places.

As you got on stage, ready to perform, you heard the loud cheers. You were definitely one of the more popular dancers.

Finally, after your 20 minute show, you were called into a private room for a dance. You sighed as you walked into the room, and paused.

You saw a man in a suit with a masquerade style mask on over his face and his hair back in a ponytail. He looked like Shota in your mind, but no. That couldn't be him. He'd never come here.

As you began your dance upon his lap, he gazed at you, but you closed your eyes. He gently reached up to cup your cheek and he murmured softly, "Look at me..."

You froze when you heard his voice, and your eyes widened. You removed his mask to see Shota with a saddened expression in his eyes.

"Shota! What- why are you here?"

He looked guilty before finally speaking, "I had to see you. I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch. Some very complicated matters came up and I couldn't let you get involved. But everything is fine now. Why are you here, Sweetheart? You don't belong in a place like this. You're precious."

There was no judgement. Only love. Tears stung your eyes and he pulled you close.