(2 months later)

The slowly began to rise over the horizon, bringing to life the city of Musutafu. Birds chirped and sang as people began entering and driving their cars, either going to work or to drop their kids off at school. The sun's shining light peaked through many opened blinds and curtains, causing many people to groan and either get up or pull the blanket over their heads.

Izuku "Deku" Midoriya was one of these people.

Izuku groaned when the bright light flashed in his eyes, just about blinding him. He was extremely tempted to get up and close the curtains all the way and continue sleeping in, since it was Saturday which meant no classes. He couldn't however, due to being…weighed down, at the moment.

A soft snoring from his chest, and he couldn't help but smile while staring down at the sleeping frog that rested on top of him, who also would let out the occasional ribbit in her sleep. He started combing his hand through her green locks.

It's been two months since Deku was 'defeated', two months since Izuku Midoriya was 'back', and two months since he had infiltrated UA. In that time he was able to closely studies the hero's he knew would pose a larger threat to him, the main one being Shota 'Eraserhead' Aizawa. The man had a few weaknesses, with the main three being his bad dry eyes, his students, and Present Mic. Deku would have to keep these in mind if the two would ever faceoff.

On top of that, it'd been about a month and a half since the dorms were built and 1A began living together. In that time he was able to get a closer look at everyone's quirk, their personalities, weaknesses, ways to try and turn them to his side, and what made them tick. Before that he was forced to live with All Might, no wait, his 'adoptive father'. Just thinking about that made his skin crawl, and something he had not counted on happening when he first created this giant plan. But it was for the greater good living with the enemy for a few weeks, and it wasn't that bad. All Might didn't try killing him in his sleep, and actually made some good food (not Kurogiri good, but good enough).

And finally, it's been about a month since he and Tsu had gotten together. She had asked him out a few days after he came to UA, and he agreed. Their first date had consisted of dinner and a movie, and Tsu being the blunt frog she is, had kissed him on the lips after he had walked her home. And then he kissed her, and then she kissed him…and things went up from there until her parents and siblings (who had gone to see family) returned home (second base baby!). Ever since then they had been together, and he actually felt some level of guilt from it.

He was a villain, and she was training to be a hero. And they were in love! This was the literal plot of a fan fiction and he hated it! There was no way she was going to change teams, and no way he would either. The only way he would is if it was her dying wish, or someone even bigger and stronger than him would appear and threaten his life and the Leagues existence. And as long as he was standing, neither of those things would ever happen.

Fate had a cruel way of fucking with him. He never thought he would find love yet here his love was, laying on top of him and playing for the other team. First he was quirkless, then his mom died, then he became a villain, and now the love of his life was a hero in training.

It was official, his life was actually a fan fiction, there was no other way to explain all of this bullshit happening to him.

"M' not a dog." She mumbled, finally awake.

"I know."

"So why pet?" She asked, nuzzling his chest and pressing herself tighter against his body, wanting more of his warmth.

"Don't know, just feel like it." He smiled, pulling her closer. "Want me to stop?"

"…No." She sighed, before looking up at him with her wide, emerald eyes. "Love you, Izuku."

He couldn't stop the giant grin from spreading across his face. Leaning down, he pecked her lips.

"Love you too Tsu."

She blushed, something she rarely did and something he loved to cause. She would only ever blush when he would do or say something, in a way he thought of it as a thing only for him. Only for him to cause, and only for him to witness.

God, he was like a love sick puppy. He rued the day he would have to reveal his true colors, but his mission came above all else.

He just wished it didn't have to be.