𝑨𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑺 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑨 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

heartbreaker

As soon as Aizawa appeared, Arashi stormed out of the office, with the man hurriedly following after him.

"Genzai, stop."

He didn't stop. Why should he? Should he just listen to everything that everyone was telling him? He refused. He wouldn't listen. He will do whatever it was that he wanted to do and nobody will stop him.

"Genzai!" A hand wrapped around his wrist, and he was turned back around before he could shake it off. "I told you to stop!"

Pitch black eyes stared at him, no longer being the only visible part of the man. No bandages littered his skin. No casts enclosed his limbs. He was...fine.

"Was me ignoring you not obvious enough?" Arashi made move to pull his hand away, but found it to be stuck in Aizawa's grasp. "Let go."

Aizawa only gripped harder. "Listen to me-"

Of course he wasn't going to listen. Of course he was going to do whatever he wanted, without caring about Arashi's feelings or anything. Of course he was going to ignore everything that was happening. "You knew, didn't you...?"

No answer came.

"When did they first reach out? When was it...? Days ago? Weeks ago?" Still, Aizawa didn't answer. Arashi was getting fed up with the silence. "When?!" This time, his wrist slipped out of Aizawa's grasp and he stepped back.

The man stood tall before him, more imposing than ever before. "A few days ago." It was a simple answer.

Arashi took another step back. Why...? Why now? Why after everything...? Why did they need him now, and not before? Where were they all those years ago? Where were they when he needed a stable point the most? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? They abandoned him then, yet they want him now? Unfair. Unfair. It was so unfair. He didn't want this. He didn't need this.

Nobody wanted him when he needed somebody.

"They requested a formal meeting between me and them, and I was tasked with bringing you along."

Formal meeting? Bringing him along?

"Bring? Bring me where?" He asked, staring up at Aizawa.

And the answer came. "England."
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"You got your wish of not participating in the Sports Festival."

That was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. He didn't even know what to say to that, so he kept his mouth shut.

"I saw you out there."

"Did you like the show?" Arashi taunted.

Aizawa went quiet. He sat beside him, blankly staring out the small window with his chin propped against his palm. "It was dangerous." He said it as if it weren't obvious.

It was nothing new to Arashi. Danger always seems to find him, no matter if he wanted it to or not. "I'm used to danger."

"You shouldn't be."

Huffing, Arashi turned away and, almost immediately, made eye-contact with some guy. Shaggy blond hair, light skin, and eyes more red than brown. Hmm...he was easy on the eyes, to say the least.

"Don't even think about it." Aizawa warned him, as if sensing his intentions.

Breathing out a rather harsh sigh, Arashi leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "And I'm supposed to amuse myself for the next..." He peered at the corner of the small iPad. "...twelve hours? How?"

"Watch a movie or something."

"That would be a lot of movies."

It was Aizawa's turn to sigh. "Then sleep."