Look, let me give you the short of it. I fell in absolute love with this AU and now I have the full story plotted out to be around eighteen chapters when fully written. I have not written this much in months. It's worth it.

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Note - In the original AU designed by corndog-patrol, Hizashi worked at a McDonald's type place, but I changed that to be a coffee shop for multiple reasons - mostly because Shota is more likely to go for coffee over actual food and because I am a writer of cliches.

Yamada Hizashi knew well what this feeling was. He had never felt it as strong as he did now, but what else could it be? Whenever he was around him, Hizashi found his palms becoming drenched in nervous sweat, his heart tripping into overtime like the beats of an EDM song, and his words stumbling over each other in their rush to get out as quickly as possible. He had known the stirrings of this feeling when he was younger and didn't know the world as well, but now at a comfortable thirty, he knew this was real.

Hizashi was head-over-heels in love with the hero known as Eraserhead and no one could tell him otherwise! Every waking thought seemed to be filled with that suave, mysterious, and sexy man that was always quick to put an end to the fun of 'Present Mic.' It was like Hizashi could think of nothing else these days.

"Oi, Yamada! Get your head out of the clouds and go be cashier!" Startling at the rough voice of his boss, Hizashi hid a pout as he shuffled over to the cash register with a long-suffering sigh. Genius was never appreciated in its own time, he supposed.

"Welcome to Lovely Coffee, how may I help you on this lovely day?" If the customer noticed how unenthusiastic he was, she didn't comment, only ordering with a monotone voice as she stared down at her phone.

Hizashi sighed and tried to focus his thoughts on work even as they kept straying back to Eraserhead. While he had heard of the hero before his villainous debut, he had never known just how funny the man was. Eraser could kick his ass into next week, had a sharp, dry wit that most people seemed to miss, and didn't even really seem angry whenever he ran into Present Mic - although there were a lot of insults and mocking, when Hizashi reflected on it.

Well, that just meant it was a challenge to get something else out of him! Hizashi may be a villain, but he was a realistic villain with realistic goals. That meant he wasn't going to stop until he managed to capture Eraserhead and charm him into a date that, with a good deal of luck, would end in a kiss - maybe two!

The only real problem to his master plan, though, seemed to be the fact that none of his traps ever wanted to work. If Hizashi wasn't stumbling into them himself, then Eraserhead was disabling them with ruthless efficiency or turning them back around on Hizashi himself. He was pretty sure the police were getting a laugh out of Present Mic being brought in with his own handcuffs stuck on him.

"Welcome to Lovely Coffee." Maybe the problem was that Eraserhead seemed to take him too seriously as a villain. "How may I-" Hizashi's words tangled around a startled squeak as he finally noticed who his next customer was.

"Oi, I don't look that bad." The words were light and amused more than anything, but Hizashi couldn't even respond because Eraserhead was standing right in front of him. What was the statistical probability of Eraserhead coming to the coffee shop he worked at? Low. Those odds had to be very, very low. Right, okay, Hizashi was being stared at. He just needed to act natural.

"N- No! I didn't mean- It was just- Sorry!" Well, at least he wouldn't be mistaken for his villain persona since his hair was down and he was wearing his regular prescription glasses with the hideous, bulky frame. He also couldn't seem to get two words out. "How may I help you?"

The man's eyes trailed to the board behind him and Hizashi couldn't stop a wince at how sleep deprived he looked. He knew Eraserhead worked nights primarily, but did he ever sleep? His eyes were bloodshot and worryingly red and the bags under his eyes were the size of the sun. Maybe it had something to do with the man's quirk? Hizashi didn't know much about Erasure, but he had certainly heard stories considering the prefecture he lived in.

"I'll just have a black coffee in whatever size is the largest." Oh, jeez, Eraserhead really didn't sleep any, huh? He also didn't seem to have any sense of taste whatsoever if he was asking for black coffee.

"Of course. No problem." Grabbing a cup, Hizashi glanced behind the man. While there was no one behind him waiting to make him do this, this was still a great opportunity. "What's the name for the order?"

"Aizawa." Scribbling the name out with a marker, Hizashi tried to hide his success. While he didn't know the man's first name, now he knew that Eraserhead's name was Aizawa. It… was a good name. Giving his name also proved that he didn't know who Hizashi reallywas. "Can I add espresso shots?"

"Oh- Yeah! Definitely." Really, Hizashi supposed that was unsurprising. The man looked like the walking dead. Hizashi hoped that the other would be able to take a nap, soon. "How many-"

"Six." Eraserhead - Aizawa - looked him dead in the eyes and didn't even blink at Hizashi's expression - which was pure and utter terror.

"S… Six? You, um, you do know-"

"I know." Right. Okay. Sure.

"Of course, sir. I'll get right on that."

While Hizashi would have been delighted to use this opportunity to get more information out of the man, he'd wait until next time they met as hero and villain. Right now, he was a poor barista who was behind on his rent, and Aizawa was a sleep deprived man who had ordered six shots of espresso in his black coffee. Hizashi was only mortal.

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A few nights later proved to be his next fated run in with what would one day be his star-crossed lover. Hizashi had done his research this time, though, and had been ready for every possibility - except for the manufacturer of his latest trap to be a pile of shit.

Caught up in Eraserhead's scarf and thoroughly unable to move, Hizashi tried not to thank the man for punching him – he at least took some solace in the fact that his brain-to-mouth filter wasn't completely broken. He also had some solace in the fact that before Eraserhead had shown up, he had dealt with a couple of gang members that were known for beating up teenagers who wouldn't join them.

"You're a horrible villain." The two were face to face and Eraser looked honestly flustered, trying to catch his breath as he pushed his goggles up to rest on his forehead. Hizashi supposed he had put up a bit of a fight, this time, where he was still high off adrenaline from his first fight and the fact Eraserhead had joined him when the gang had started getting a little too pissed.

"Does that make me a good hero?" The question slipped out before he could stop it, and he almost wished he could take it back as soon as it was out - almost. He was too curious as to how the man would respond to really want to take it back.

"No. It makes you a nuisance." Ah, well. Hizashi could at least say he was expecting something like that - of course he was. Him? A hero? It was the funniest joke he had ever heard. A part of him that had never quite let go of that dream, though, felt utterly crushed. He quickly hid it with a wide smile.

"Ouch! You wound me, Eraserhead!" It hurt - reminders like that always hurt - but, well, the show must go on.

"I wish," Eraser muttered, kicking at Hizashi's heels to get him moving. Hizashi dodged the kick as he started walking, frowning at the man as he did so.

"Hey, hey, these are some high-class leather boots, you know. Do you know much time and money boots like this cost?" Dodging another kick, Hizashi decided that for as in love as he was, Eraserhead was still a little shit. "C'mon, I helped beat up some known thugs, can't you take it easy on me?"

"You also started a bar fight earlier and threw three people out a window." Staring for a long moment, Hizashi finally shook his head with a frown.

"I thought it was four?" He could have sworn it was four… Oh, right. "Ah, right, the fourth one was me."

"Mm. You also robbed a thrift shop." The look Eraserhead gave him was full of judgement. "There was a jewelry shop right next door, you know."

"Yeah, but good people work there. The owner of the thrift shop isn't. He's a dick who says he'll sell you back something at the price he gave to you for it, and instead he jacks up the price by almost ten thousand yen."

"Is that why all his papers and receipts were on fire when I got there." Was that amusement? Hizashi swore that was some amusement in Eraser's tone. "That's illegal, you know."

"Well, I am a villain."

Not even an hour later and Hizashi was being handed over to the police in the area, waving at Eraserhead as he was cornered with some paperwork. "Good night, Eraser. I'll see you next time!"

"Please don't." There was what could have almost been a smile on the man's face as Hizashi let himself be pushed and pulled towards his usual holding cell, the officer guiding him shaking her head.

"You know, if you need help, there are places you can get it - programs and opportunities that you could take part of."

"Mm, no, I'm good."

While a few of the cops, like Shelly, were sweet and genuinely concerned about those who deserved it, some of them were utter assholes who were villains in their own right. Hizashi made sure to remember who those were and let them know just how 'annoying' he could be when they were on duty.

The 'regulars' in the holding cell were much the same way. Some of them were nastier than any villain could be, but a good deal of them were just people down on their luck or in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"How's your love affair with that hero of yours, Mic?" Swooning into the cell as soon as he was uncuffed, Hizashi clutched his heart and collapsed onto an uncomfortable metal bench.

"I'll never recover, Lydia, I swear it. Eraserhead is my true love and soulmate and I'll never be able to do without him again." The woman snorted and laughed, tired expression leaving in favor of an honest smile.

"You'll get him. Soulmates always find a way to make it work, after all, yeah?" As Lydia talked, she shifted to hide a younger girl behind her better, Hizashi frowning at the action. "Hm? Oh, Lucy. It's her first night. Not a good one, either."

The girl, Lucy, looked to just barely be in her twenties with a shirt a size too small and shoulders and midriff uncovered and bare to the world. Hizashi could easily see why the two were pressed into a corner of the cell, Lydia's gaze sharp and angry on any man that got too close or let his gaze linger for too long.

"Let me tell you about bad nights," Hizashi groaned, pitching his voice higher and aiming for dramatic as he stood up with a stretch, fighting with his jacket before getting it off. "I almost thanked him for punching me."

"You are a wreck, aren't you?" Lydia stared at the jacket as Hizashi held it out, only taking it when Hizashi gave a smile. "A sweet one, though."

"Oi, oi, there's no such thing as a sweet villain!" As soon as the jacket was around Lucy's shoulders, the girl lost some of her tension, looking at him with a slow smile. "You'll vouch for me, right, Lucy? I'm the meanest villain on these streets!"

"The absolute worst," Lucy nodded, voice quiet and small as she slid her arms through the jacket and tucked it around her.

"See, Lydia? You worry so much and yet Lucy here is going to be stronger than me." The two girls looked at him and Lydia finally gave a sad smile, shaking her head.

"Baby, what are you doing playing villain?"

Before he could answer, there was a tapping against the side of the bars, drawing their attention. "Alright, Present Mic, get over here and make your phone call."

"Finally! Here I thought you guys were ignoring me, too!" Hizashi pouted and hid his unease at Lydia's question as he bounced over to accept the burner flip phone, dialing up the number of his boss. "How long am I here for, this time?"

"Two days, at least." Shelly crossed her arms, looking like a disapproving mother. "More if the owner of the bar and thrift shop press charges."

"They won't." Probably. Shaking his head, Hizashi chatted an excuse as a message that his boss would hear tomorrow morning. Hopefully the man didn't fire him, but a suddenly out-of-town trip to see his dying grandmother was probably a good enough reason to miss – besides, Jamie could use the extra hours he would be giving up.

Two days would at least give him enough time to think over his latest run-in with Eraserhead and the words that were now stuck running through his head.

You're a horrible villain.

Baby, what are you doing playing villain?

Such a villainous quirk… Who would ever make you a hero?

Ah, well… He was doing this for more reasons than just 'playing villain.' Besides, if he had to be a villain, the least he could do was have a little fun with it.