Honor Among Villains

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/55259491.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia (Anime & Manga)
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta |
Eraserhead & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shigaraki
Tomura | Shimura Tenko
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Villain Yagi Toshinori | All
Might, POV Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Enemies to Lovers, Rescue,
Yagi Toshinori | All Might Adopts Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko,
Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is an Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Fan, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might's
Villain Name is All Smite, Yandere Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa
Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-04-16 Words: 3,170 Chapters: 1/1
 Honor Among Villains
by katydid

Summary

After being kidnapped by Overhaul for his blood, Shouta Aizawa is rescued by All Smite.
Unfortunately the number one villain might be after his body in a different sense of the word.

Notes

This fic is DoomsdayBeamXD’s prize for Mythical March. As was requested of me, I tried
my hand at a different ship: Erasermight! It was fun to write something new.
Shouta Aizawa pretty much always felt cold, these days. He put it down to blood loss. The
blindfold over his eyes prevented him from seeing (or, more importantly, using his quirk), but
from the few glimpses he’d gotten of the white-walled laboratory, he wasn’t missing much.
Blindness made the smells of cleaning fluid and blood seem even stronger. Machinery
hummed in the corner. A dull ache filled his entire body, especially where the IV was
attached to his arm. Overhaul constantly kept injecting him with fluids and nutrients, not
wanting his test subject to die. Not yet.

Two months ago, Shouta had been captured during the raid on the Shie Hissaikai. He could
comfort himself that at least Eri had been rescued. After experiencing Overhaul’s torture
firsthand, Shouta felt an even stronger fury and hatred for the man who had subjected a child
to this. Unfortunately, Overhaul had found the blood of someone with an erasure quirk to be
an adequate substitute for his experiments.

As Shouta replayed the raid in his mind, he’d started to suspect that he had been Overhaul’s
true objective all along. It had clearly been deliberate, how the yakuza had separated him
from the other heroes. Though as a test subject, Shouta was never spoken to directly, he’d
overheard whispers of his blood being more effective than Eri’s at erasing quirks. That made
it even more imperative for him to escape. He hated to think of his blood being used in
bullets against his friends.

What a shame he felt so exhausted, he probably couldn’t move even if released from the
straps on his ankles and wrists.

The door opened—no, the sound was coming from the wrong direction. Had a window
opened? Shouta jerked, twisting his head futilely.

Someone uttered a muffled curse. Footsteps were coming closer. It sounded like more than
one person. Shouta hissed, “Who’s there?” He kept his voice low, fearing to draw attention
from the yakuza. Did he dare hope that his friends had finally found him? Was his ordeal
over? Could he go home? He whispered, “Please, you have to destroy all the canisters with
my blood and the experimental results.”

“Already done,” an unfamiliar voice said. No matter how Shouta strained to remember, he
didn’t know the hero with that deep voice.

Massive, strong hands snapped his bonds. Someone picked him up. He felt truly impressive
chest muscles pressed against his emaciated body. The blindfold was ripped off.

Instead of a hero, Shouta gazed up at the number one villain, All Smite.

His hopes of rescue flickered out like a candleflame in the wind. He should have known
better than to hope.

The villain sprang for the window, carrying him with superpowered speed. Dizziness made
Shouta pass out.
When Shouta woke up, he lay on a soft mattress with two pillows under his head. He still
wore the tattered hospital gown from his imprisonment, but someone had placed heavy
blankets on top to keep him warm. His arm had been bandaged.

Shouta sat up. Immediately, dizziness swamped him. He clutched his head until the sparks
behind his eyes vanished.

This looked like a normal bedroom, with blue and green striped wallpaper. There was no
other furniture except for the light green end table, containing a pitcher of water, a glass, and
painkillers. Shouta quickly drank two cups of water. His dry throat begged for soothing. He
hesitated, but did not take the painkillers, despite his headache. He didn’t entirely trust the
medicine to be what the bottle said. Besides, he wanted a clear mind.

A large window covered the other side of the room, and it did not appear to be barred in any
way. Judging from the tree trunk and bushes outside, he was on the first floor. It would be
easy to break the glass and escape. No one had made any effort to bind him or restrain his
quirk. Did that mean he wasn’t a prisoner? Had his glimpse of the number one villain been a
hallucination?

Then the door flung open, and All Smite strode in.

All Smite favored a risqué costume with black mesh across his bare chest, as if bragging no
hero could get close enough to land a hit on him. His tight green pants left little to the
imagination. Flushing, Shouta glanced away reflexively. Then his eyes snapped back,
because he knew better than to take his gaze off the number one villain. If the villain
attacked, his quirk would be his only chance at surviving.

Leaning against the wall, All Smite smirked. “You certainly got yourself into quite a bind,
Eraserhead.”

“Should I thank you for saving me?”

“What, is a hero too good to thank a villain?”

Shouta snorted. “No, I’m asking if I’m still a prisoner.”

“Unlike that disgusting freak Overhaul, I have no interesting in your blood.” All Smite
stretched his arms casually, his muscles rippling. Shouta couldn’t help feeling a little jealous.
He’d always run scrawny even though he worked out every day. All Smite even had perfect
teeth, flashing in a wicked grin. “We can work out a deal to release you, little hero.”

Shouta tensed. “I won’t betray my friends, if that’s what you want. Nor will I aid you in
committing crimes.”

“Such spirit! Even after your imprisonment.” All Smite laughed. “Oh, but I still think we can
come to an arrangement.” A hungry blue gaze locked onto the hero.

Shouta braced himself for an attack or a threat.

“You’re awake!” A white blur shot through the open door. Tomura Shigaraki ran up to the
bed and dropped to his knees. Presenting a notebook with a huge grin, he asked, “Eraserhead,
can I have your autograph?”

“Uh…” Shouta gaped. The hallucination theory was looking more likely. Why else would All
Smite’s notorious righthand man ask for his autograph?

“Come on, pleeeeeeeease?” Tomura pouted. “I helped rescue you. My contacts found your
location. Don’t let my egotistical uncle take all the credit.”

Slowly, Shouta took the offered pen and signed. Although he still wasn’t sure what was going
on, he couldn’t see a reason not to, so his hero instincts took over.

“Yes!” Tomura leapt up, clutching the autograph to his chest. “Thank you, I’m a huge fan.”

“A villain…is a fan of a hero?” It still wasn’t adding up for Shouta. He had barely any fans,
period.

“Because you’re not like other heroes! You work under the radar, instead of seeking fame and
glory. The fake heroes only want money, but you actually care about helping people.”
Tomura beamed. “Also, I love your lone wolf attitude. Even though you don’t have a quirk
that enhances your body, you still fight against stronger villains. And you win! You’re cool!”

“You’re embarrassing me.” All Smite picked up Tomura by his collar and dragged him out of
the room.

Tomura shouted, “Hey, you’re one to talk! Listen up, Eraserhead. Uncle All Smite is an even
bigger Eraserhead fan than me.”

Shouta choked. All Smite growled.

Gripping the doorframe to prevent himself from being thrown out, Tomura cried, “It’s true!
He’s got all your merch, and he commissioned a dozen posters. He’s even got a body pillow.
You should have seen him lose his mind, ever since you were kidnapped. He’s been looking
for you day and night. You’re super cool and you deserve better than my nerdy uncle, but it
would be awesome to be related to you.”

Shouto was in a state of shock. All Smite of all people had a celebrity crush on him? Could
he even believe something so fantastical? If this wasn’t a hallucination, could he have been
isekaied into another reality? In what alternate universe would someone refer to All Smite as
nerdy?

With one last powerful thrust, All Smite shoved Tomura out of the room, breaking part of the
wall in the process. Then he dusted off his hands. Turning back to Shouta, All Smite asked,
“Can you forget you heard that?”

“I don’t think I can,” Shouta said. “You saved me because you’re a fan? Thank you.” A
rescue for that reason did, in fact, deserve his sincere gratitude. Mostly he felt bemused that
he had fans at all. He’d always worked on low-publicity cases. He’d never even known he
had merch.

“I could never tolerate an insect like Overhaul daring to lay hands on you.” The villain’s tone
filled with a cold menace and fury. His aura had sent professional heroes to their knees.

Shouta had experienced worse, though—he worked for Nezu. “What favor did you want in
exchange for releasing me?”

All Smite’s entire face turned red. The embarrassment was oddly charming on such a giant
man. “I was going to ask you to go on a date with me.”

“Just one date? Sure.”

“Do you mean it?”

“It’s an easy request, and you saved me from a fate worse than death.” Shouta shrugged. “I
won’t put out, though. I don’t prostitute myself.”

“Oh, I much prefer the challenge of a seduction.” A wicked grin on his face, All Smite kissed
Shouta’s hand. The hero was too surprised to react. “I took you to an abandoned house.
There’s a police station a block away. I put clothing your size in the closet. As soon as you
feel well enough to walk, we’ll leave the house and you can contact your friends.”

“I’m fine now.” Shouta swung his legs over the bed. The world doubled, but he clung to
consciousness. He wanted to be home so badly, he’d crawl if necessary. “Where should I
meet you for the date?”

“Tough. I like that.” All Smite looked him over with a frankly lascivious gaze. “I left a card
with my phone number by the front door—along with a gift for you.”

With his usual uncanny speed, the number one villain vanished.

It took a few moments before Shouta truly believed it hadn’t been a trap or a joke. All Smite
and Tomura had let him go. Huh, how odd. As promised, he found clothing in the closet.

In spite of his brutal and bloodthirsty reputation, All Smite had been nothing except kind. He
and Tomura had saved Shouta, tended to his injuries, and gone out of their way to create a
comforting environment for him to wake up in. Shouta couldn’t figure it out at all. He kept
wondering if they’d lied about releasing him. But they seemed to have left as they’d
promised. Maybe it was good to have fans.

After getting dressed, he stepped over the broken doorframe into the hallway. The walls were
faded and stained with mold from abandonment. There was nothing else in the house, except
for a shiny golden box by the door.

Shouta picked up the box. A black card on top had only a phone number. He pocketed it.
Although a date with a villain did not exactly thrill him, he believed that a hero should keep
his promises. Also, All Smite seemed like the type who might take offense if he reneged on
the deal. It would be easier to go along. Shouta didn’t have a very high opinion of his own
attractiveness, so he hoped a single date would be enough for the villain to get bored of him.
It still seemed hard to believe someone as powerful as All Smite had noticed him at all.
Surely this must be a momentary whim. The number one villain and an underground hero
lived in different worlds. After one date, they’d probably never see each other again.

The box felt heavy. It had been fastened with sparkly golden ribbon. Shouta opened it to
reveal Overhaul’s severed head.

He dropped the box. A head bounced off his toe. Swearing, he hopped away. There had been
no smell to alert him, so the head must have been preserved using a quirk. It looked entirely
too lifelike. Overhaul’s face had been frozen in a rictus of fear and pain.

Well, that was a reminder for Shouta that All Smite was a very dangerous villain, no matter
how cute he looked when he blushed. He took a deep breath, consciously keeping control of
his emotions. This wasn’t the first corpse he’d seen, nor even the most gruesome, but he’d
never had one bounce off his foot before. Complicated feelings swirled through him. He felt
shock, and disgust…but also relief. In that laboratory, he’d suffered unimaginable tortures.
He’d known Overhaul would keep coming after him, eager to drag him back to hell. At least
now he no longer had to be afraid.

Perhaps it was wrong for a hero to feel any gratitude. He should condemn murder no matter
the reason. He did condemn murder, in principle. But he’d been in that lab a long time. He
could no longer feel any sympathy for a monster like Overhaul. Realistically, the world
would be better off now.

Shouta set aside the head as evidence. He couldn’t carry it into a police station—imagine if
they mistook him for the killer. He’d send the heroes back for it later.

Then he stepped outside. As the first ray of sunlight hit his face, he soaked in the feeling of
freedom.

There was a tearful reunion. Hizashi and Nemuri hugged Shouta as if they’d never let go.
Both his friends looked exhausted, and he would later learn they’d been searching for him
without rest. Eri shyly thanked him for saving her. Nezu told him to take a few weeks off,
which by Nezu standards was the equivalent of a hug.

No one was surprised All Smite had saved him, which confused Shouta at first. It turned out
All Smite had been ruthlessly hunting down and destroying the yakuza for the last two
months. The other heroes thought Shouta had been accidentally rescued during the number
one villain’s rampage, then deemed too unimportant to capture or kill. Shouta did not tell
anyone about the date. That would certainly surprise (and concern) his friends.

Alone in his room, Shouta stared at the card. Finally, he put the number into his phone and
texted, Hey, it’s Eraserhead. I’m off work and free pretty much any time the next two weeks. I
don’t like places that are too fancy. Promise me no severed heads this time.

The reply from All Smite came quickly. Fear not, I didn’t leave enough left of the other
yakuza for an intact head. I can’t exactly show up at a five star restaurant without attracting
a crowd of heroes, so I’m happy to keep it low key. I’ll cook for us! Even Tomura says I make
an amazing lasagna. And that boy rarely eats anything except fast food.

Shouta stared at his phone, wondering how to diplomatically express that he didn’t want to
eat anything cooked by the number one villain for fear it would poison him. Maybe he should
offer to cook instead? But that would mean inviting the villain over to his home, and also
Shouta had zero skill in cooking. He could barely even boil water. He survived on a diet of
jelly packets and takeout.

Speaking of which, the doorbell rang. That must be his pizza.

Shouta opened the door. His gaze flashed over the tall, scrawny man with blond hair hanging
wild about his gaunt face. Shockingly, this stranger might be as tall as All Smite. Damn, he
was definitely Shouta’s type—he’d always been into the nerdy look. The stranger wore jeans
and sweatshirt, not the pizza delivery uniform, but he still held the box. Shouta frowned.
“Huh, you don’t look like the usual delivery boy.”

“My name is Toshinori Yagi. I’m your new next door neighbor. Your pizza accidentally got
delivered to my house, so I brought it over.” Toshinori flashed a huge smile.

“Thanks.” Shouta took the pizza. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

“A pleasure to discover I have such a handsome neighbor. Call me?” Toshinori winked. Then
he left before Shouta could process his surprise.

Looking down, Shouta saw a phone number had been taped to the pizza box. His hot
neighbor had just asked him out.

How had Shouta gone from being married to his job to two men vying for his attention?
What should he do?

OMAKE TIME!

Omake: Why All Smite Showed Up as the New Neighbor

Tomura: Is there a reason you brought the house next door to Eraserhead for double what it’s
worth?

All Smite: (Deflating to his skinny form) I’m hedging my bets. If Eraserhead doesn’t go for
the enemies to lovers trope, then I’ll try to win him over as the cute nerdy neighbor.

Tomura: It feels like you’re making this needlessly complicated.

All Smite: It works in my comic books, my main source of romantic information.

Tomura: You’re making me embarrassed to be your nephew.

#
Omake: Shortly After Leaving Aizawa Alone

Tomura: Uncle, why do you have binoculars?

All Smite: I have to watch Eraserhead to ensure he makes it to the police station. The yakuza
could ambush him in his weakened state.

Tomura: We already killed all the yakuza. Are you trying to spy on him while he gets
changed?

All Smite: …

Tomura: Give me those binoculars.

All Smite: Hey! Those were expensive and you just decayed them!

Tomura: When I’m the less creepy of the two of us, you know you have problems.

Omake: If Aizawa Told his Friends the Truth

Shouta: The number one villain asked me on a date in exchange for rescuing me.

Hizashi: OH MY GOD! A VILLAIN IS AFTER MY INNOCENT BESTIE!

Nemuri: He’s hot. You should go for it.

Hizashi: Why do you always give such bad advice?

Nemuri: Sorry. He’s hot, you should go for it and make sure you use protection.

Omake: If All Smite Forgot to Get a Second Phone

Shouta: Why is All Smite’s phone number the same as my next door neighbor?

All Smite: Would you believe an error in the phone system?

Tomura: Uncle, you’re making me cringe by association. Get over here, I’m going to show
you how to set up a google voice phone number before you ruin the premise of this entire fic
and my chances to be in-laws with Eraserhead.

All Smite: I feel like you still don’t respect me even when we’re on the same side.

Tomura: Because I don’t. Why couldn’t I have gotten a villain Eraserhead in this universe to
be my teacher instead?

#
Omake: The Sudden Yakuza Shortage

Shouta: I feel terrible about the yakuza causing harm using bullets with my blood.

All Smite: The good news is that they’re all dead. The bad news is that I kept all of your
blood samples as rare Eraserhead merch.

Omake: Unrealistic Expectations

Shouta: I’ll go on one date with All Smite, then never see him again.

Tomura: Have you ever heard the term yandere?

Shouta: No. I don’t read much manga. Why?

All Smite: No reason at all! There’s no need for you to know.

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