"Welp, I don't see anything wrong at all."

Recovery Girl checked her clipboard again, going over all the vitals. Izuku loomed behind her worriedly, asking dozens of questions over and over again.

"Are you sure ma'am? She took a really big hit, I don't want her to be injured or-"

"Now listen here young man," the tiny elderly lady stated while climbing out of her chair. "I've written down all that you told me, but other than a few scraps and bruises, she's perfectly fine physically. Even if she wasn't, my quirk requires stamina, and she's resting right now anyways."

Izuku steeled himself from repeating the questions again. He knew Recovery Girl was doing her best, but still....

"Don't worry young man, she's much stronger than she looks. Don't let this be on your conscience." She walked towards the door. "Now, I have to report the details to Principal Nezu, I will be back soon."

"Yes ma'am, can I at least stay here by her side?"

She thought about it for a few seconds. "Well...that's not a problem with me. But no naughty business, you got that?" She went out the door into the hallway.

My face instantly flushed. 'Naughty business?! Why would I ever do that to my best friend?!?"

He looked towards her breathing form, sleeping quietly in the bed. He sighed to himself, pulling up a stool and sitting next to her. Every time he looked her, he was constantly reminded of how beautiful she was...

'Let's be honest, I wish we was more than best friends.' Deku admittedly had a crush on her since the beginning of his school year at UA. But what started off as infatuation quilled transformed into something more. She was confident, hardworking to provide for her family, and never hesitated for those around her. Those were the many things he noticed about her, but also small things.

Her brown short hair was cute when they fell over her eyes, and her puffy cheeks made her even more adorable. And when she's in combat mode, her martial arts skills make her look completely stunning.

Izuku felt a pale blush come to his face. "Well, I'm not of a friend, even less of boyfriend material if I can't even keep you safe..." he muttered to himself.

He wondered about the uncertainty in their future, and if he can't protect her from a simple small group of villains, how would he ever succeeded in saving the world, let alone her?

He took another deep breath, calming himself down and reminding himself to keep a smile on his face. When suddenly, he felt a hand on top of his own.

At the Police Station

The cell doors to the room slid open, and the officer moved to the side. "He's awake and ready for questioning, sir."

Pro Hero EraserHead a.k.a Aizawa walked in with a small folder in his hand. "Thank you, you may take your leave." The officer nodded, closed the door and stood guard.

"Now," Aizawa said, staring straight at the criminal who was smiling ear to ear, "Let's get straight to business."

"I couldn't agree more," the criminal started, excitement trilling in the back of throat, "I've been a huge fan, really. I knew we would fail, but this, this definitely goes into my bucket list."

"Cut the crap, I have no time for your distractions."

"Well," the villain said, raising his hands that was tightly held by state-of-the-art quirk cancellation cuffs, "it's not like I'm going anywhere."

"Exactly." Aizawa opened the folder. "Kazan Yaketsuku. 24 years old. High school dropout. Quickly fell into a life of organized crime and began working as a low-level thug to make a fast cash."

"Low-level thug? I find myself quite intimidating."

"What I don't understand," Aizawa continued unfazed, "is your quirk. So why don't you explain it to me."

Kazan pondered over it, and shrugged in agreement. "Sure, why not? It's not like you can stop the effects now."

Aizawa raised one eyebrow. Most villains need more persuasion. "And the effects are what exactly?"

"My quirk," Kazan began, "is known as Animosity. Consider it like an aphrodisiac, but more useful. One hit with my quirk, I can amplify a person's negative desire, emotions, thoughts, etc, etc. It dissolves from my body as a pink mist, and once it hit my targets, their normal mental state is no longer there. Their primary desire festers or change into negativity until they stop at nothing to gain it."

Aizawa's expression changed quickly, from one of exhaustion to fear. Kazan chuckled to himself.

"Ah, I see you connected the dots. See, usually my effect wears off after 10-15 minutes. But after you guys searched us, you probably found it."

"Quirk enhancing bullets," Aizawa stated coldly, "and there was one bullet missing in the chamber."

"Bingo!" Kazan laughed to himself. "You know, it's funny. My quirk was basically useless, because I couldn't control it. And that means civilians, heroes, all of them could get hurt and I would make things worse. I was outcasted because of it, and that's my tragic backstory. Before the robbery, one of my partners found some on the black market, and we wasn't supposed to use them, but I needed the feeling, the idea that I could BE stronger."

"And that gave you the ability to hit one of my students. But what I don't understand is why you think it would make a difference."

"Because now, it can't be canceled. It won't go away at all, but that desire, that hero girl will forever hold that desired, whatever it is, and stop at nothing to claim. She'll forever be under a mental and emotional warfare.

"I mean, she could technically beat it, but the question, Eraserhead," he smiled, "Do you think she's strong enough to win over her desire?"

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After questioning the remaining group, Aizawa took his phone and called Hizashi Yamada and Nemuri Kayama, telling to find Uraraka and check on her well-being. 'What's the one thing that Ochaco Uraraka desires the most?'

In the Nurse Office

"Deku..."

A very concerned, scared and flustered Izuku stood up from his stool. "Uraraka, are you alrig-"

Before he could finish the statement, he found himself flipped over on top of the bed, with Uraraka on top of him.

"U-Uraraka?!?!"

She placed one finger on his lips, and as he looked into her eyes, a devilish pink aura flickered behind her pupils.

"Don't worry Deku, you're mine now, and I will never let anyone take you away...."

"From now on, you belong to me."

Get your minds out the gutter, it's not that type of story.

Well...we shall see how it goes.

Also the criminal isn't an OC, I just needed a random person for the story arc, and he fit perfectly. Stay tuned for next chapter!