The villains and the heroes are merging
Everything is blurry
Time is standing still
Racing towards the alley, your opponent in tow, a guttural shriek erupted from your lungs, despite the lack of witnesses. Normally, the thrill of being observed enveloped your being, until your one-track mind became distorted even further. The life you led pained the masses, lending you a name worthy of such destruction, such bloodshed.
The sky is switching with the ground
my world is turning upside-down
My sense of judgement seems to be compromised
You're too strong to be denied
A solid, imposing structure blocked your escape – pivoting on your feet, calculating (e/c) orbs gracing over another figure, you willed the apprehension away from your features. To you, his matching hair and eyes blurred together – an indication of how tiresome this had become.
Ooh I'm brainwashed, captivated by the fame
Oh it's taking over me now
Mighty baby, untamed lover
Ooh I'm brainwashed
Lawless violet locks remained suspended from his head, seemingly defying every conventional idea. There was no malicious glint in his stare, although annoyance was bubbling on the surface. When he deemed fit, his silky voice resonated off every nearby wall, hurtling into your earlobes with painful precision.
"Why did you kill that man?" In spite of his calm tone and apparent lax personality, this was still a hero.
He was still your enemy.
Scoffing, your mouth moved of its own volition, oblivious to his power. "Kill him? I merely took back what he stole. His fate was a side effect."
Double - oh who, seven digits
Connect me to you, Sweet Center
Baby-baby, take me with you
Brainwash, brainwash
Brainwash, brainwash
Raising a comically perplexed brow, he questioned, "Side effect?"
Ensnaring you had been an easy feat – backed up against bricks with nowhere left to run. Your words allowed him to activate his quirk, swiftly causing your defences to shatter, as he continued conversing.
"What happened to you?" Glimpsing an almost veiled patchwork design etched into the skin of your arm, his frown deepened.
"What happened?"
You're speaking, it's so clear
But all the words are hard to hear
And I think I kind of like it that way
Mirror mirror on the wall
Says you'll catch me when I fall
Rather than staring wistfully at your regal features, an expression of mild agony presented itself, although you were none the wiser. The display of guilt and remorse would have torn you apart – Shinsou was always indifferent, always striving for one thing, and one thing only. The wretched feelings welling up inside him created a sickness – something too painful to handle.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, yet he refused to permit their release.
He willed his voice not to break. "Come here."
Unwittingly, your feet started in his direction. The broken tone he spoke with reminded you of days long gone, specifically, the moment of your separation. Once you smelled his cologne, you were plunged back to those picturesque days – when the two of you laced hands and conversed under the cherry blossoms.
I've always been the hunter
Not the other way
Now why do I feel like the prey?
Ooh I'm brainwashed, captivated by the fame
Oh it's taking over me now
Mighty baby, untamed lover
Binding you in his strong arms, the lavender haired man placed his head in the crook of your neck. His weeping had been contained for the time being, but the tears were ever-present, constantly threatening to spill out.
Stroking your (h/c) locks tenderly, as if they were somehow more fragile than anything in existence, Shinsou attempted to regulate his breathing. It was far too ragged – showcasing underlying emotions.
"Come back to me. Please." His voice was but a whisper.
This was not a command – he was hesitant to force you. A relationship constructed via his quirk was beyond evil, in his opinion. He wanted you back. Exactly how it was before you stupidly chose the villains' side.
Ooh I'm brainwashed
Double - oh who, seven digits
Connect me to you, Sweet Center
Baby-baby, take me with you
Brainwash, brainwash
Brainwash, brainwash
The expectation was not that you would trust him again. He clung to that fanciful hope as a lifeline – he needed to believe it. He feared his already fractured façade would shatter completely, leaving you to collect the scattered pieces.
Would you even be that willing?
I saw this coming, but I did nothing
I saw this (I saw this)
I want this (I want this)
With these negative thoughts swelling around his mind, the grip on your body tightened. He didn't intend to cause you further harm, so upon hearing the gasp of discomfort elicited by his action, Shinsou froze.
Pulling away from your form with incredible speed, his eyes wandered to your plump lips. Oh how he wished to taste them again.
Even just once more.
Found out how to make it now
Take me over, take a vow
What you're waiting for?
What you're waiting for?
Take me over now
Willing away any inconveniencing notions, he allowed alluring lavender eyes to entrance your own (e/c) ones, until you were the only thing filling his vision.
"Kiss me."
Orders had to be followed. From your position, you futilely struggled for escape – it wasn't as if you could give him word of your distaste, and fighting was out of the question. His tired voice lured your face closer to his, until there was but a gap between them.
"Now."
Ooh I'm brainwashed, captivated by the fame
Oh it's taking over me now
Mighty baby, untamed lover
Ooh I'm brainwashed
Despite your silent protest, lips collided sweetly, and you felt his cold touch on your hand. The only sounds were of your kisses. Shinsou's eyes fluttered shut in demonstration. Following, you pushed harder, soon feeling him prod at your lips with his tongue.
Allowing him immediate access, you snaked gentle arms around his neck, pulling your bodies flush together. His hot tongue explored every crevice of your wet cavern, just like in the old days.
A singular memory passed between you, stabbing at your hearts like a dagger.
Double - oh who, seven digits
Connect me to you, Sweet Center
Baby-baby, take me with you
Brainwash, brainwash
Brainwash, brainwash
The memory of that day you parted.
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