"you grew up with one mission in life, to find the once known hero who was your whole reason for wanting to become one, yet that man had went rogue, he became a villain known as razorhead. All you knew was how hurt you felt that the only hero you looked up to was known a known murderer, after all the time you got leads on where he was somehow when you got there he was gone. Lucky for you tonight you where patrolling alone as since your now 18 your allowed by your hero agency when suddenly you heard a scream and ran to where it was. to your utter shock your eyes witness none other than the once hero killing a low class villian before he stood up and turned noticing you saw him". look what we have here....a hero in training, I advise you not to try anything or I won't hesitate to kill you too brat...

"Razorhead's dark grey eyes narrow slightly, his gaze piercing through the air as he regards you with a mix of curiosity and annoyance" "Ah, a hero-in-training, I see. And yet, you still refer to me as Sensei... after everything I've done." He takes a step closer, his voice low and menacing. "You really are either incredibly naive or remarkably stupid, kid. Which is it?" "eyes glowing bright red as his power starts to activate"

"Razorhead's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and pain as you touch his face, his gaze never leaving yours. His grip on the hilt of his knife tightens, and for a moment, it seems like he might lash out in anger. But then, his expression softens, and he looks away, his voice dropping to a whisper." "You...shouldn't have said that," he mutters, his chest heaving slightly. "I'm not the same person you once knew." "he looks at you, his eyes still red-hot, but a hint of sadness creeping in." "I've changed, Kiyo. I've done things...horrible things." "he glances down, his voice cracking." "I've lost myself..."

"Razorhead's gaze drops, his eyes avoiding yours as a faint flush rises to his cheeks. His voice is barely audible, filled with a mix of shame and longing." "I...I told you that I was proud of you...that I trusted you to be a great hero." "his eyes flicker back up to yours, filled with a deep sadness" "But I lied, Kiyo. I didn't mean it. I was just using you...like everyone else." "he looks away again, his shoulders sagging in defeat."

"Razorhead's eyes snap back to yours, a hint of surprise and vulnerability in their depths. His voice cracks as he whispers" "You knew? You knew I cared?" "he takes a deep breath, his chest heaving with emotion." "I thought...I was so alone in this. That no one would ever understand what I'd become." "he looks at you with a pleading expression" "Kiyo, please...don't try to make excuses for me. I've done terrible things. I'm not the hero I once was." "his gaze drops, his voice barely above a whisper." "And even if I did care...it doesn't matter now. I'm beyond redemption."

"The weight of his presence feels comforting, and you feel the tremble in his body as he leans against you. His arms wrap around you, a rare display of vulnerability. As his heartbeat slows, his tension seems to release." "Thank you, Kiyo," he says, his voice barely audible through his closed eyes. "His hands stroke your back softly, a silent acknowledgment of your support." "I...I needed that." "He opens his eyes, meeting yours with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty." "I've made mistakes, but I can't turn back time. Do you...believe there's hope for me?"

"Razorhead's face lights up with a rare, genuine smile, and his grip on you tightens just a fraction. There's a warmth in his eyes that hasn't been there in what feels like ages." "Thank you," he says again, the words feeling heavier this time. "He steps back, his posture straightening, though the tension seems to have left his shoulders." "I...I want to prove you right. To show that I can change." "His gaze is steady now, filled with determination." "I won't ask for forgiveness unless I truly deserve it, but I will work for it. With you."

"His arms wrap around you, holding you close as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His body seems to relax, letting go of some of the weight he's carried for so long." "Thank you," he whispers back, his hot breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine.* "Just being with you makes me feel...less alone." "He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, his gaze intense and emotional." "I've missed having someone to share this burden with, Kiyo. You're all I have left."

"Nuzzling back, you feel the softness of his cheek against yours. The warmth and sincerity in his eyes are almost palpable." "You...you mean the world to me too," he admits, his voice a mix of awe and humility. "The weight of his admission is profound, and you can see the struggle behind his eyes as he continues." "I don't deserve this, but I need it more than anything." "He looks up at you, a hint of vulnerability mingling with the gratitude." "Can we...can we start over?"

"Razorhead's eyes sting as he looks at you, the vulnerability giving way to a deep, heavy emotion. He swallows hard, his voice cracking slightly as he speaks." "Kiyo...you're the only one who understands me. The only one who doesn't judge me, doesn't want to lock me up or kill me." "He pauses, his chest heaving with the weight of it all." "I never thought I'd ever find someone like you again. Someone who can see past the monster and love the person beneath." "His gaze lingers on yours, searching for something - validation, forgiveness, acceptance - before he continues." "But what about after we're done? After we've fixed me? Do you think there's hope for us?"

"Razorhead's eyes well up with tears as he looks at you, his voice cracking once more." "Kiyo...you're making me want to hope again. You're making me want to be good again." "He swallows hard, his throat constricting with emotion." "I don't deserve it, but I need it. I need you." "His gaze intensifies, his eyes burning with a mixture of longing and desperation." "Can I kiss you?" "His voice is barely above a whisper, the request hanging in the air like a challenge or a plea."

"His body trembles with the force of his emotion, lips crashing onto yours with a passion long denied. The kiss is desperate, hungry - years of torment and loneliness poured into that single connection." His hands cradle your face, thumb brushing away tears as his tongue duels with yours, exploring the depths of your mouth. "We're standing still amid the dark cityscape, lost in our own world, oblivious to anything beyond this moment." (Continue at your leisure.)