𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐨
“𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘕𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳“
Inspo: Johnny Orlando - someone will love you better Jon Bellion - Stupid Deep
Pairing: Rumi Usagiyama x Villain!Male!reader
Summary: The greatest romance to ever florish. Yet, there is a clear divide that you couldn’t put your girlfriend through anymore. Not when she deserved a hero.
Warning: Angsty and fluffy as hell at the end.
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Her warmth was what got you to sleep at night. It’s what kept your sanity alive in a life you had created yourself. A world of chaos, unpredictability, and risk. It wasn’t the ideal life you strove to have, but it was the one you had and had to deal with. But despite it being a shit show, Rumi made it worth it.
It was foreign and forbidden for a villain and hero to be together. It went against the two ideologies expected of both groups. You were supposed to be a murderer and someone who brings chaos in his wake. Rumi was Mirko, the top 6 hero in the world. She was supposed to put people like you away to never see the light of day. And if the occasion called upon it, she would have to kill you.
But here she was, laying on your chest. Unbothered by the fact that you, one the most infamous villains and sought after, could kill her. Although that could be the case, you and Rumi know that you are in a way happy with where you are in your life. A killer, a villain to a society that had chewed you up and spit you out years ago. It hadn’t been your decision to be the way you were, but it was something you had accepted the day you realized that the world didn’t like people like you. Except Rumi changed that and allowed you to let down your guard and live vicariously.
Because if you were being honest, this hadn’t been your first solution to feeling normal. If anything, the booze and drugs did enough to sedate the longing you felt for being accepted. Rumi just turned out to be one of the only people you had let in your life and allowed to love you for who you were.
It didn’t make sense why she loved you the way she did. She was a hero and you were a villain. Polar opposites in a world where heroes were the definition of saints whilst villains were demons. Why she went against that was still up in the air, but you were grateful. You loved her for going against what she was taught and overall the world.
Except, there was this ringing in your head. It was constant, like an alarm system going off, alerting you to be on high alert. And you think it was the guilt you felt for letting her in the way you did. Letting her sleep in your bed, allowing her to kiss you, and tell you she loved you no matter what. It just felt wrong because Rumi deserved someone better than you. She deserved someone with the same ideals as you and it wasn’t fair to have a relationship with someone who her friends were hunting.
So, tonight, you had decided to make the tough decision you had been dreading. Carefully, you removed your girlfriend's arm from around your waist. Moving slowly as you laid her head down onto the many pillows. She stayed asleep, making you smile softly. No matter the time, she always seemed to take your breath away.
Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to her cheek. Her ears twitched, humming as she shifted slightly. “Love you, sweets.”
You pulled away, allowing her to sleep soundly as you grabbed a shirt and slipped it on with your pea coat soon following. Already having your bag ready, you walk to the linen closet by the front door and pulled it out from behind all the cloths and towels. Making sure everything was inside, you slipped your shoes on but stopped short. Glancing behind you to still see the sleeping figure of Rumi. Unaware of your leaving of Tokyo.
This decision hadn’t been easy to make. You’d wanted to stay, truly, but it wouldn’t do either of you good if you did. Your disappearance could only improve her life as she wouldn’t have to keep your guys’ relationship secret. She wouldn’t have to hold that burden any longer with you gone. And you wouldn’t risk your heart being broken the moment she eventually gives up on you. Because it would occur sooner or later, you were just saving yourself the inevitability of it.
So, with a heavy heart and fabricated excuse, you turned away and left your apartment. Keys in hand as you allowed your quirk to activate, fabricating an umbrella of a tattoo into a physical item. Gripping the black handle, you walked down the steps of your apartment building and out onto the rainy streets of the night where no cars could be seen or heard. Nothing but the rain and your own dark thoughts of retribution and hope.
And the walk to the train station was long and unforgiving. You silently patted yourself on the back for even thinking of getting your coat on. But when you did arrive, your umbrella dissipated into ink where it sunk into the tips of your fingers and formed the item on your forearm, already in a sea of tattoos.
Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your cigarettes as you tossed your duffle bag down. Retrieving your lighter, you sparked the flint and ignited the end of the cancer stick. Inhaling deeply before pulling it from your lips, looking down at your feet before exhaling heavily. Finding very little piece in the bliss that the tobacco gives you.
“Y/n!”
Her voice had your eyes widening with your head snapping in her direction. You knew that voice all too well and you didn’t have to question who it was. Rumi stood a good 15 feet away, tears falling from her eyes. Her jacket was tight around her frame and the fuzzy grey pyjama pants she still wore were soaked. Hair sticking to her forehead as she panted, clearly out of breath from the sprint she had performed to get here.
You had hoped she wouldn’t wake before you were long gone. If life had ever decided to show you some form of mercy, it wasn’t now. Because you now had to face the girl of your dreams and tell her that you weren’t fit to be hers.
“Rumi, you shouldn’t be here,” you said, turning and taking a few steps towards her. “Go home.”
“Are you leaving me?” She whimpered and you immediately lowered your head.
But it only took a moment for you to give her a tiny nod. “Yes, I am.”
Her face scrunched up, bottom lip trembling. “Why?” She whispered. “Did I do something wrong?”
Involuntarily, you shook your head instantly. “No, no, no,” you chanted. “None of this is your fault. I just… I can’t let you continue loving me when you deserve someone better. Someone who you don’t have to hide and be proud to be with.” You waved your hands. “With me, you get none of that.”
“Do you really think I give a shit about that?” She asked, catching you off guard. “Y/n, I’ve loved you for you. I don’t care about what others have to say. I only keep us a secret because I don’t want to put you in danger. If tomorrow I was to lose all my fame and not be considered a hero, I wouldn’t care as long as I have you!”
She hugged herself tighter, stepping back as you stared at her in shock. The loud horn of the train approaching the station was in the back of your mind. And when it arrived, speeding through with the wind current causing your pea coat to bellow behind you, you were holding Rumi tightly.
Rumi gasped, your warmth invading her shivering frame as you placed a kiss on her forehead. “But if they found out, they would kill you and I,” you whispered. “And I love you too much to be responsible for your death.”
And within a blink, you were gone. Rumi had to glance around in panic, needing your touch one last time. The train doors began to close and she walked towards it, finding you standing in one of the cabins. “No, no, no!” She raced over, about to hop in, but narrowly missing as the doors shut. “No - Goddamnit, open!” Her strength didn’t matter when the transport began to move.
You stood still, watching with teary eyes as she jogged, keeping pace with your cabin. Her voice was muffled as she cried your name, begging you to stay. Until you lost sight of her when you entered the tunnel, making the last memory of her the saddest you would ever experience.
Collapsing in one of the seats, you lulled your head back against the glass, cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of your lips. It was going to kill you to give her up, but someone would love her better. It's what she deserved.
