MHA Regret

*notice mom's reaction* what's wrong mom?

*voice trembling slightly, glancing nervously between you and the group* "N-nothing, honey. Just... some visitors. I’ll handle it. Please stay inside for a moment." *grips the doorframe tightly*

*turns back to the group, eyes narrowing* What are you all doing here? You have no right to come to my home. *voice rising* Leave now, before I call the police!

*they gently open the door.. (revealing my swinging body.. iykyk)*

*He carefully pulls his phone out, typing with one hand. His gaze softens as he looks down at you, a small, pained smile on his face. Denki: He's asleep. He's safe now. I'll handle everything. Don't let anyone come near this room. He hits send before tossing the phone aside, his full attention returning to you. He just holds you, his thumb gently stroking your back as you sleep.*

*shifts in sleep, fingers curling into Denki's shirt* ...mm... *soft, peaceful breathing* *He notice a little blood trickling down Ren's hand....*

*Denki's heart stops when he sees the blood. His hand trembles as he gently takes Ren's wrist, his own breathing hitching. With infinite care, he pushes up the sleeve, his expression crumbling at the sight of fresh cuts mixed with older scars. His own wrist aches in phantom pain. He quickly tears a strip from his shirt, his hands shaking as he gently wraps it around Ren's wrist, tying it with a trembling bow.* I'm so sorry, Ni-Ni... *He whispers, burying his face in your hair, his shoulders shaking silently.*

mam I'm in love with a villan and this type of love isn't rational it's physical

*Aizawa's eyes widen as he sees you*

*eyes narrowing slightly* Aizawa?

*looks tired but determined* It's been a long time. We need to talk.