My Hero Rumi X OC Gambit: First Impression

Chapter 3

The storm broke for a day. Debris was spread across the roads and rooftops like an uneven and bad-tasting cake icing. More storms were going to be hitting soon, but as powerful as Typhoon Amani had been its own strength is what broke it up into a series of tropical storms that meant infrequent rain.

“Are you ready?” Light asked looking over to Rumi. She was still wearing his shorts and her tank top but they had stopped along the way for her to buy some new clothes. Namely a pair of black skin-tight workout sweats that might as well have had ‘my ass is fantastic’ on it. If they did, they wouldn’t be lying.

Seriously, after that kiss he had with her last night, the idea of her being naked had been background noise for all of his thoughts. It was getting problematic.

Rumi took  a deep breath and brought her hands together, and spread them out wide when she breathed out. It was like some kind of yoga breathing technique. Then she spazzed out, both hands darting towards her hair. “No! I’m so not ready for this. I might end up crying. What if he’s there? What if she’s there? If I kill them, will you help me hide the body?”

She took another breath and walked towards the apartment, determination written on her face. The apartment was small, the kind of place that was just comfortable enough to be called a home between homes. And Rumi’s was on the second floor of three furthest from the stairs.

“You know,” Rumi paused in front of her door, and looked over to him with a few tears in her eyes and a forced smile on her face. “I might have also thrown my key away with my phone.”

“Ahh, so we should-”

The door slammed open, revealing the familiar face of Rumi’s now ex fiance. He remembered the news mentioned the engagement but didn’t remember his name, and he didn’t care to do so now either. He was now Dickface. Dickface looked like he peaked when he managed to trick Rumi into dating him. He was a bald, fit, thug-lite, asshole that probably pretended to be in a biker gang or something.

“Rumi?” Dickface asked raising an eyebrow before turning to look at Light. “And who the fuck is this? I get busted for cheating, but it didn’t take you long to find some new dick to ride.”

“I’m here for my stuff. Rumi growled, slapping him in the chest and glaring at Dickface. “Its my friend from high school. Gambit.”

The drop of his hero name made him just the bit more prouder, while Dickface’s eyes widened in shock. Being feared normally wasn’t ideal, but sometimes, it felt really good. He waved at Dickface and stood with that extra bit of pride and arrogance Endeavour gave off. “Hi. I’m Rumi’s friend. Light. We’re here for her stuff.”

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“Thanks for coming,” She muttered for the hundredth time since they had gotten on the train back to Light’s home. Seeing her ex again so soon had been rough. But it had been easier knowing Light was there. And melting all the photos she had in her old room was fun. She got two suitcases worth of clothes, and other things, including her hero suit and support gear.

Light’s laugh made it so easy to smile around him. He leaned forward hands folded in front of him as he stared out at the darkening sky. “You don’t have to keep thanking me Rumi.”

She laughed and nodded. The darkening sky represented both the coming of the night and another storm. She had wandered for a long time to end up at Keigo’s house.

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It had been about a week and bit since dropping off Rumi at Keigo's not a single text or phone call since then from her.

He stumbled ever so slightly on the rooftop, giving him a view of the city. The stars were out as well, what few could be seen in the bright city still shined brightly.