Y/N has been a hero for about one year now. And it's really not what she imagined it to be. She dislikes her job, she's not having a good time and people just don't seem to notice her. Y/N wants to change that and what better way would there be tha...
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Shota huffed as he stood over the group of police cars and officers, trying to search and hunt him down. He sat over on the edge. He had suddenly become the most wanted in the city, framed by an enemy criminal gang for killing some big deal billionaire. He didn't do shit. All he wanted was some money, and that was all he needed. He didn't commit crimes out of glory, satisfaction, or anything other than currency. Now some of the top heroes were hunting. Thanks to those fucking bastards.
He got his leg day already, just barely escaping the clutches of the police and some heroes. Damn the authorities and the pros. Damn everybody. Shota grimaced as he looked to the side.
Y/N had really tried to be sneaky when she had been following him. They had been trying to get Eraserhead for ages now and he always managed to get away. She was fairly new to the job, so she was determined enough not to let that happen. She wanted to be the one person that managed to catch Eraserhead. It was almost like hunting for a trophy at that stage.
She had made it up to the rooftop and was just sneaking out of the door. He was just sitting there on the edge, not doing anything. Y/N wondered why he wasn't running away or anything. Then again he probably had no idea she had been following him. Since she was new at the job, no one even noticed she was missing down there. They'd notice her when she brought them Eraserhead.
But then he turned around, looking directly at her and it took Y/N a second to activate her illusion Quirk on him and pretend she wasn't there. She didn't move. She didn't even dare to breathe, she just stared at Eraserhead - tired eyes, baggy clothes, that weird scarf and beautiful, long black hair...
Shota thought he felt eyes behind him as he turned around, seeing no one behind him, making him let out a sigh. Must be his imagination. He was paranoid. Of course he was. Shota stood up on the edge of the building, stepping onto the ledge.
Y/N watched him stand on the ledge at the edge of the building. What... what the hell was he trying to do? He wasn't... he wasn't going to jump, was he? Shit. She had no idea what to do. She slowly inched closer to him, making sure not to make too much noise. If he did jump and she was close enough, maybe she could catch him before he fell... He wasn't getting away from her. She had worked so hard on getting to this point.
Shota's index finger hooked in the inside of his scarf, unleashing it as a sudden breeze came by, making his scarf and hair flow in the same direction, before his scarf shot out across the street, wrapping tightly around a pole. It was about time he should return home for some sleep. Then he jumped off, swinging to the other side of the building and landing on the roof.
Y/N gasped when she saw him get away with that damned scarf. She stopped using her Quirk and stared at Eraserhead with an open mouth. How dare he? How fucking dare he take this away from her? She was furious. She should have known.
