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You’ve been watching him for a while, and at first, you didn’t even notice how obsessed you had become. He began to fill your mind throughout an entire day. You began following him, finding out every single social media account, even if they had nothing to do with his actual name. You began following him around, finding out his usual schedule when he would go to the mall or game stores. You found his hideout, and everytime he would move. You knew his entire league, his circle of closer ones, and anything else you could find out. You didn’t think it was weird as you got rid of the people in public when they suspected it was Tomura under the large black hoodie he always wore. You didn’t think it was weird as you distracted cops that paid too close attention to him. You were just doing what anyone in love would do- protect the one you love. That’s how you know it’s really true, maybe you should get a mental evaluation at this point. But this was more important. You had photos, files, and a diary on him, his schedule, and his colleagues' schedule on when they’ll be by him. You knew who would be by him at a certain time.
This was the perfect moment, this, now. He was alone. It was so rare for him to be all alone, but in this moment, with no one else around, you approached. He fell limp into your arms faster than you thought. You almost fall as you hold him in your arms, you look over to his face. His long blue hair perfectly framed his face. You couldn’t help but admire him as you dragged him into another alleyway. You already had a plan on getting him to the site that you rented out. It would be just him and you.
It was on a rooftop, meaning you had to lean him on you as the two of you went up. You made sure to avoid his hands, since everything you needed for this date was already on the rooftop. Once you both got up there, you dragged him out.
You place him down on a chair you had ready for him. You bend down behind him to tie him to the chair, placing quirk canceling cuffs on his wrist. You made sure to leave his arms in front of him, hoping he’d try the food you had prepared. Once you were done, you placed a black bag on his head, making sure he wouldn’t be able to see anything.
You place a plate and cup in front of his sleeping body, making sure everything looks perfect, just for him. You go over to your side, fixing your outfit. You look up, seeing the sun going down. The stars shone brightly as the sun disappeared under the horizon. It was a small circle table, red roses in the middle with two candles on each side. You poured him a cup of alcohol, the ice cubes clinking against the sides.
You get the food you made for the two of you, placing down a good amount on both plates. You sit across from him, watching as the small flames flickered as the time passed. You knew he would wake up soon, you didn’t use anything too strong to knock him out.
You sit up as you hear him begin to struggle against the binds. You lean forward and wait patiently for him to do something- anything. “What the-” He grumbles as he tries to look around, though his vision is blocked by the bag. He begins to thrash around, trying to get free.
“Don’t!” You jump up and run to his side as he falls onto his side, making sure he wouldn’t hit the ground. You hold him carefully as you pick him back up to place him down. “There’s no need for that. I promise.” You sit him down and move to stand behind him.
“Who the hell is that?” He tries to turn to see you, failing. You smile, knowing that he wouldn’t even know you by your voice. You reach forward and carefully hold the sides of the bag, lifting it slowly. He squints as he adjusts to the low candle lights. “What the fuck is this?” He asks in a harsh voice.
You fold the bag and place it on the table beside his cup. “A date.” You say calmly as you remove the ropes that held his arms against his torso, his legs still bound to the chair. You walk from behind him, going to sit at your side of the table. “Please, eat.” You smile and pick up your fork to take a small bite. He watches you with a confused and shocked expression.
“Date?” He asks in a shocked voice. In response, you only nod. You take a small sip of your drink. You watch as he continues to look between you and the food in front of him. Tomura looks down and sees the cuffs on him. “What are these?” He asks angrily. He had an idea on what they were, but he wanted you to confirm it.
“Quirk canceling cuffs.” You look into his eyes, waiting for his reactions. “They were a little expensive, and harder to find than you’d think.” You say, hoping to make conversation. He only hummed in response, seeming mad.
“Why am I here?” He asks, his voice demanding an answer.
“Eat.” Was all you said in return to the bite in his voice. He looks at you as if you’re crazy, continuing to shift his gaze between you and the plate. He looks around, trying to find out where they were. He didn’t know. It was a rooftop, a tall building so he could barely see anything else. The door was closed and locked, though there was a very slim chance that someone would even come up here. He looks up to the sky, looking at the stars as they shine brightly.
“The moon is beautiful tonight, don’t you think?” You smile at him. You’re pretty sure he knew what it meant, it was just a nicer and quicker way to say ‘I love you’. You’d say it, but you just didn’t want to overwhelm him. He looks at you, almost shocked.
“What?” His voice was raspy as he finally reached for the alcohol, quickly chugging it.
“The moon is beautiful, is it not?” You tell him again, you talk quietly as you look into his crimson eyes. He doesn’t reply, instead looking at you as if you were crazy. You only hum at his silence, taking another bite of your food. “Eat, please.” I nod. “I made it myself.” You smile, taking one more bite.
He doesn’t respond, instead taking the fork and taking the smallest bite ever. He seemed almost shocked at the taste. “Poisoned?” He asks, curious as to what your intention of all of this was.
“No. Just food.” You nod at him, smiling kindly.
The two of you eat together, not saying a word. You don’t want to do too much at once. Right now, you were letting him eat in silence. The most that happened was when he finished his drink. You look at him, “More?” You ask him with a smile. He nods and pushes the cup towards you. He liked the drink, but he also felt like he would need more alcohol to process the reason why you had him here. You stood up to pour him another glass, not filling it fully, but only a little under halfway. You poured yourself more too, just a little more than what you gave him.
You sit back down and continue to look at him as the two of you eat.
He couldn’t take this anymore, the way you stared, your eyes looking throughout his entire frame that was available from above a table. “What?” He snaps at you, glaring holes into you. You snap out of zoning out, looking into his eyes as you look at him.
“What?” You ask back, not understanding what he was saying.
“Why are you staring?” He asks you, his tone aggressive.
You seemed almost shocked that he noticed, “Oh! Sorry.” You apologize and look down at your plate. You felt awkward now, you didn’t exactly mean to stare, but you did. Just not so obviously.
“Tell me, why were you staring?” He demands again, staring at you as you feel more anxious. You look back up at him, shaking your head.
“I was just looking, sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You nod at the apology. He seemed almost surprised as he actually believed that you meant your apology.
The two of you were finally done eating. You stand up and collect the two of your plates, taking it away from the table. He watches as you place it into a box that was unlabeled. You walk back over to him, taking the alcohol and looking at him. “More?” You ask in a kind tone.
“No.” He says flatly. He drank enough, he had a high tolerance but he wasn’t going to test his limits with this random person who kidnapped him. As you walked away with the bottle, he began thinking about this exact situation. You- a nobody to him- kidnapped him, had the time to give him up to the police, but instead taking him to this self made date? You were confusing him, what’s the point of bringing him all the way here?
He continued staring even as you walked back to the table. “Is something wrong?” You ask him as you stand beside you.
He looks at you, staring. “Why would you bring me here?” He stares at you with a shocked face. You look down at him, watching as he shifts his arms under the table. You look at him, confused. You had already told him that this was a date.
“I already told you, this is a date.” You look down at him.
“But why?” He stares up at you, struggling against the ropes that held him down.
“I like you, Tomura.” You smile at him. You grab your chair and pull it to sit beside him. “A lot.” You reach forward, slowly down as he flinches, his hands flying up to grab his wrist. You allow him to either move your hand away, or let you continue. Slowly, he loosens his grip, still keeping his hands near you. You reach forward and fix his hair. Your hands gently racked through his long blue hair.
You pull your hand away, looking at his fixed hair. “But…why?” He asks you, the anger slowly subsiding in his voice. He was confused.
“I’ve been watching you for a while, I’ve been so interested in you and your life.” You move a little closer, looking into his eyes. You reach to your side, grabbing the camera that you usually use when you see Tomura in public. You turn back towards him, aiming it towards him. “Don’t blink, please.” You smile as you take a photo of him. You wait for the film to print out, waving it around for it to fully process. You look back up to him, staring into his eyes.
His eyes stung a little after he held his eyes open just for you. “Watching?” He asks, extremely confused.
“Watching.” You look at the photo that you took. You show it to him, watching his face turn to disgust. “I like it.” You turn it back to you, smiling at the photo of him. “The first time you appeared on the news, I knew I just had to find you, talk to you, or to even be near you.” You sighed as you explained all of this to him. You put the photo on the table, letting him see it along with you.
“Watching.” He repeated. “Why?” He asked.
“I love you.” You said plainly, looking up at him. He looks at you, surprised and shocked. He didn’t say anything for a while, taking in the new information that you said.
“No you don’t.” He told you, as if he was trying to convince you of your own feelings. “You don’t even know me.” He stared deep into your eyes, trying to search for something- anything- about how you feel at this moment. He couldn’t tell if you were lying, joking, or telling the truth. It would be hard for him to believe you.
“You’re wrong.” You smile. “You don’t know me.” You lean closer, looking at him. “But I know everything one could know about you.” He hated this, the way you believed you knew him. He wasn’t sure how long you were watching him, but he didn’t believe you. He shook his head, snapping. He jumps up and grabs your throat with both of his hands. You gasp as his rough hands grip tightly onto your throat. You hadn’t even realized that he had undone the rope that held his legs to the chair. You move your hands up, but don’t push him away.
Instead, you just hold his hands and wrist. You look up at him as you feel his fingers push into the side of your neck. He didn’t apply pressure to the front of your throat, meaning he wasn’t trying to kill you. In truth, he was just trying to figure out what you wanted. Anyone else who wanted something from him, even them, would stop him. At this moment, you continue to hold him close. Your mouth was left agape as you look into his eyes. Anger and confusion filled his eyes, while all he could find in yours was desire and want.
He let you go, pushing you back as he did. You stumble back and look up at him as he stares at the cuffs around his wrist. He was trying to find a way to get out of these, though it wasn’t like he could pick the lock, he could barely move his hands in circles. “I want an answer.” You say softly as you rub the sides of your throat, you could feel the irritation that his harsh grip caused. He looks up at you confused.
“Answer?” He asks with a rough voice as he continues to try and pry off the cuffs.
“This is a date.” You nod. “I went through a lot of trouble to get you here, and I’m not trying to convince you to say yes, but I want to know if you’d be at least…” You took a moment to think about how you would word this. “Get to know me.” You look up at him.
He looks down at you, shocked by your words. You could’ve killed him, give him up to the police, have him as ransom. But instead, you’re asking him what he wants. What he wants from you, to be exact. “Well- I…” He started, but didn’t know how to finish it. He looks back down at the cuffs that still held his wrist together. “Could you, I don’t know, take this off?” He pushes his arms towards you.
You look down at his hands, your eyes traveling up to his wrist and arms. You reach into your pocket and pull out the keys. “You won’t try anything, right?” You ask him, looking up to see his eyes again.
“No.” He answers plainly as he waits for you to unlock it. You reach forward and take one of his hands in yours, his palm facing towards the dark sky. You unlock the cuffs slowly, opening it for him. He didn’t move, he wanted to, but he didn’t. He just waited for you to let him out.
Both of his wrists were now freed, his skin slightly red due to the irritation. You make sure to not touch his fingers, or even his palm as you reach down to rub soft circles into his skin. He doesn’t make a noise as you do, he doesn’t even move. He just waits for you to do something first. You pull away, letting the handcuffs fall to the floor.
He finally moves, after what felt like an eternity to him. He moves to rub his wrist only hoping to get rid of the small irritation that was left. He looks up from his wrist, facing you again. Neither of you say anything as you stare at him. He felt shaky, your stare was new to him. It wasn’t the fact you were staring, it was what was behind your eyes. You weren’t scared of him, that’s what your eyes told him at least.
“Get to know you…” He said softly to himself. You only hum in response as you wait for him to elaborate. “I’ll get to know you.” He nods. You smile at his words, but before you could say anything else he continued. “Your skills seem useful for the league.”
You look at him shocked, not knowing exactly what ‘skills’ he was talking about. “Skills?” You ask, wanting him to explain further.
He nods and looks at you. “Skills. If you managed to go so long watching me, without getting caught by the league or I, you could be useful.” He shrugs, trying to make it sound nonchalant. In truth, he’d love to see where this would go, how far you’d be willing to go for him. You smile at his words, and nod.
“I won’t work directly with your entire league though.” You smile. “I’m only doing this for you.” You step a little closer to him. He doesn’t stop you, but instead curls two fingers away from you. Noticing his action immediately, you don’t say anything about it, but instead just smile at the thought that he doesn’t want to hurt you.
“My number, here.” He grabbed his phone out of his pocket. You take your phone out along with him, waiting for him to start telling you the digits. As he speaks, you type it in quickly, adding it under the contact name ‘Tomura’. You send him a text so he would have your number too. That’s when he realized that he didn’t even know your name. “Your name.” He said with his usual raspy voice “What is it?” He asks.
“Ah, right. It’s [NAME].” You look up at him. Waiting for him to say something else, anything else. But he doesn’t, he just continues to stare at you. He didn’t know how to proceed. He hasn’t been on a date, let alone been kidnapped to be on one. “Would you like for this date to be over?” You ask him softly, waiting for his answer.
He seemed shocked by your willingness to give him whatever he wanted at this moment. “First, where are we?” He asks you. He was curious about where exactly you had brought him, he wanted to know if he was far from the league's hideout.
You smile. “Don’t worry, we’re close to your hideout.” You smile. He only nods to acknowledge what you said. He began to think about just how much you knew about him, you seemed to know where his hideout was, what stores he frequents, the League and everything surrounding it. To what degree were you truly stalking him? How much did you know? And would you be a future problem for the League?
“How much do you know? About me?” He asks you, needing to know the answer to such an important question. Well it was important to him. “I know nothing of you, but you seem to know so much about me.” He adds on, still waiting for your response.
“I mean, I know where your hideout is, your schedule, you colleagues, your favorite drink,” He stops you there by covering your mouth with one hand, two fingers up in the air. You look at him surprised. Didn’t he want to know what you know about him?
“I get it.” He looks at you. “I get how much you know, there’s no need to go on.” He stops there. “We’ll talk again if I need something.” He takes his hand away, standing up straight.
He backs away from you, looking away from your shorter frame. “Bye.” He nods awkwardly to you. You wave him off as he walks to the door, ready to leave you. You watch him as he leaves, not saying anything.
You can’t wait to get back to stalki- watching over him.