Where am I going if I have to choose just one?

The Hunted

F's POV

Years, so many years it has been since I last saw her. The others don't even care! I hope they like death cause last time was the last time I'm saving them two of them re already well acquainted with death and the void so they should be fine right? I'm retired but she still took me. I was and still am a killer, but she stood with me. I even hurt her, and she still stood with me. She stayed with me through it all. Then she got in that accident. I should have been there, but I had gotten separated from her, and she ended up not even knowing who I was due to her head hitting the floor too hard. I know it can be fixed. I just want the love of my life back. I just want to hold her again. For her to know who I am again. To tell her how much I love her. I just want my girlfriend back and I will do anything to make that happen.

(Y/n)

*gasp* I shoot up. I-I died. I got shot by someone I thought was better than that. That was...awful. Did I deserve that? I-I don't want anyone else hurt so I gotta find where I am and make sure they stay safe. I look at my surroundings. 

"A..beach?" I surveyed my surroundings, standing up to get a better view. The beach was beautiful. The sandy shore was spotless with a setting sun in the distance, hues and lights mixing into a mesmerizing sky. I take my eyes from the sky and take note of the scenery, but to also see if I can find the one who seems to be burning holes in my head. In short, I was being watched. I walk up the beach hoping to escape this gaze and find someone to at least get a note of what world I am in. 'am I back home?' The place looked pretty normal, like the beach that was about two miles from my home.

 I went to it with...who did I go with? A boy I knew back when I was about thirteen. What happened to him? 

I remember he was really cute but...I can't remember his face. God what was his name? I'm pathetic, I can't even remember the name of the only friend I had, I even remember having a huge crush on him. He liked black coffee and was really mature for his age. 

I lived in a city of heroes, or so they claim. An academy with a handful of kids was used by some random billionaire to save the city, I guess. They always seemed like a faraway fantasy. I never got to see the kids in person, but I saw the news stories on them and always wanted to meet them to test them and see if they really were the heroes, everyone claimed them to be. 

I got shot before that happened. I even had to endure the disappearance of my best friend, my first crush.

 One day, after a harsh day of beatings and biased teachers seeming all to be out to get me, I headed for our spot on that cool beach only to wait all night with him, not even coming to say hi. 

I waited, and waited, and waited. I gave up after a month of waiting each night and assumed he didn't want to be my friend anymore and wanted me to know without having to confront me.

 That began the first day of the true punishment: mourning the loss of my first friend. 

I remember taking a locket to our spot that had a picture of him in it that I kept giving me hope and buried it with a small flat stone that read about him and his death to me in case he ever came back. 

"Hey!" "What?" I looked in front of me to see a boy that looked about 15 or 16...wait...is his hair green? I turned my torso even more to get a better look at the boy coming up from behind....is that.... shit. That's Izuku Midoriya...

"um hey" I said he jogged up next to me and started walking with me "are you lost?" he said with those adorable little puppy dog eyes of his "um... yeah I think I am I woke up here and I have no idea where I am or how I got here but this place is beautiful it's so clean"