Nobody.

forgive me.

he was going to be my next target, bakugou, but seeing him in person brought me a wave of emotion. i know nothing really happened between us but.. he kissed me that night. like really kissed me, randomly. i'd never seen him be like that with anyone and after that he disappeared, dropping me into a pit of despair... quite literally.

i sat in my apartment, legs up to my chest as i hugged my knees, the newest episode of attack on titan breaking my heart into pieces. the perks of having your identity a secret is that you get to pretend to be a functioning member of society.

i even have a cat. his name is milo. he's an orange cat with green eyes. he's a bitch to strangers but he seems to be the gentlest with me. he's currently watching aot with me.

"now why did they do levi like that? the poor man needs a break." i complained before my phone began buzzing in my back pocket. i paused the TV and grabbed it.

a random number?

i answered, of course. answering random phone calls made to me makes my day a little better. especially prank calls, it feels so personal.

"h-hello? amaya??" a familiar strained voice asked, it sounded like he was in a public place.

"hi? who is this?" i can't put my finger on the voice coming through the speaker.

"it's bakugou." he answered. my eyes widened. how did he get my number? what does he want with me? why does he seem so interested in me?! how does he even remember me? does he know something?

"baku- how did you get my number?" the man i am plotting to kill is calling me like we're casual friends.

"i figured you hadn't changed it since highschool.." he said.

what the hell?

"what are you calling me for?" i asked straightforwardly, milo standing up on the bed and looking at me. his big green eyes made my lips upturn. i scrunched my face in confusion at milo and he tilted his head.

"i wanted to.. speak with you. can you meet me at the outlets, in front of Sato's Sweets?" he asked. he definitely knows something. why else would he randomly call me after 5 years of no contact.

"meet you at— you want to talk with me? after 5 years, you just wanna talk? shouldn't you be hiding from that magenta girl?" i said, a little anger present in my voice. i heard him sigh.

"can you just come?! right now, just.. just meet me here." he said frustratedly, calming himself down with a deep breath. i was silent for a moment, staring at the paused screen of a very depressed Levi Ackerman in disbelief. after a moment i sighed.

"fine. whatever." i hung up, slamming my phone on my bed a little harder than anticipated. i pushed myself off of my bed and angrily walked to my closet to find a decent outfit.

"milo, can you believe this shit?" i swore as my ginger cat jumped down from my bed. i angrily dug through my clothes.

"like this motherfucker drops me out of the fucking sky after literally fucking making out with me. this angry son of a bitch could've literally killed me if the league hadn't saved me that night. and now he wants to fucking 'talk?' i don't owe him any conversation, i should kill him!! i will kill him! he's so fucking delusional if he thinks that i'm just gonna forgive h-"

milo meowed at me, cutting me off. only then did i realize i'd literally been ripping clothes off of their hangers and throwing the on top of him. i turned around and bent down, taking the pile of shirts off of his head.

"i'm sorry, baby, i just really hate posers." i said giving my, very cute,
cat a kiss on the head. i grabbed the black graphic tee on his head and threw on sweat pants.