𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧' |𝐭.𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

43- dates, dates, and dates!

Authors note:

okay okay—before y'all kill me, i KNOW last chapter was angsty. but listen... i write pain because i care. the tears? they build character. yours and mine. so if you're emotionally damaged after reading that, just know... same. i hurt me too :)

Anyway, i pinky promise some fluff is coming... eventually...

now go drink some water and yell at me in the comments. i'll be there with popcorn.

love,
your local menace with a keyboard :) <3

(credits to the artist of the pic!! i couldn't find their name but i found the image on pinterest!!)

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Your heart stuttered the moment you heard the name.

Not with fear. Not confusion. Something softer. Sadder. Deeper.

Your breath hitched as warmth bloomed in your chest, unfamiliar but undeniably real.

You didn't know his face. Couldn't place his voice. But the name, wrapped around something buried so deep inside you, it felt like your heart had been waiting for it.

And somehow... missing it all this time. But yet you couldn't remember who this name belonged to.

"...Who?"

Aizawa's expression didn't change right away. He just stared at you, as if waiting for the punchline. But when it never came, a strange tightness creeped into his features.

"You don't remember him?" He asked, voice flat but quiet.

You shook your head.

There was a pause, thick, heavy, and loaded.

"What about AFO? Or the league? Do you remember being a vigilante?"

You gave him a puzzled look. "I remember everything, every detail, every face... except for this Tenko person."

Aizawa's gaze sharpened. "What about Shigaraki? Does that name mean anything to you?"

And everything sank.

Your chest tightened. That warm flicker inside you? Gone. Snuffed out like a flame under water.

The name felt cold. Sharp. Like metal against your skin.

You remembered power. Destruction. Chaos. The weight of everything he'd done, and none of it felt like the boy your heart had just reached for.

The contrast was crushing.

Your eyes widened in recognition. "AFO's golden boy? Of course. Last I recall, he was caught up in that chaos with the Meta Liberation Army."

Aizawa exhaled sharply, clicking his tongue. "That was over two years ago... Nothing more recent? No other memories of him at all?"

But you shook your head.

He finally breathed out through his nose. "Shigaraki's real name is Tenko." He then stopped and looked over at you, "I guess for some reason, your memories of him must be gone."

The way he said it, so brief and so impersonal felt off. Like he was choosing his words very carefully. Like he was trying not to give too much away. But his eyes lingered on you, searching your face, waiting for something, anything, to click.

But it didn't.

"Oh," You murmured, unsure why your chest suddenly felt so hollow. "That's weird, I wonder why."