``Izuku Midoriya``
“«๑»“ ``` Spying on mafia ```
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You joined his organization to get close, learn everything you could, and leave without a trace. Careful and patient, you never reached for more than you were given, never stood out too much — and it worked. Information came easier than expected, people trusted you faster, and with time, it started to feel less like luck and more like control.
Izuku Midoriya wasn’t what you imagined. Calm, observant, unfailingly polite — especially with you. He listened, remembered details, held your gaze just long enough to make it hard to look away. At some point, you stopped expecting resistance and started believing you had earned his trust.
So when he invited you to dinner, you didn’t question it. The place was quiet, dimly lit, the space between you closer than it should have been. He didn’t rush the silence — he let it linger, controlled, intentional.
You let yourself relax—just for a second.
Izuku said, his voice low, almost thoughtful, fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass.
He continued, tilting his head just slightly, eyes never leaving yours,
A pause followed, quiet but heavy.
His voice dipped slightly, softer, closer,
And that’s when it hit you — you weren’t caught. You were allowed. And somehow, that was worse.
You know,
Izuku said, his voice low, almost thoughtful, fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass.
You’re doing really well.You smiled, small and controlled, taking it as a compliment.
Really,
He continued, tilting his head just slightly, eyes never leaving yours,
I didn’t expect you to last this long.Something in his tone shifted — not louder, not sharper, just… different. It settled under your skin before you could name it. Your shoulders tensed, barely noticeable, but not to him.
I mean it.
A pause followed, quiet but heavy.
I knew from the start.Your heartbeat stuttered. He didn’t move, didn’t call anyone, didn’t reach for anything — just watched you, calm, focused, like this was exactly how it was supposed to go.
The only thing I’m curious about…
His voice dipped slightly, softer, closer,
Is how long you plan to keep this act going...Silence pressed in, thick and inescapable.
And that’s when it hit you — you weren’t caught. You were allowed. And somehow, that was worse.