Angel Blade (KDA x Male Reader)

VI

I always saw myself as a pessimist. Whenever something good happens in my life, I expect misfortune around the corner. I go through enough good and bad that it evens out eventually. I deal with my issues when they turn up, and roll with the punches. It's worked this long, why fix something that isn't broken?

Anyway, philosophical rant over. I actually didn't have much to do at the moment. It was around 2:30 AM, a few nights after I hung out with Akali and Kai'sa. Since then, not much has happened. Ekko and I ended up hanging out at Yasuo's place after work, just talking about life, playing games, and drinking. Normal things a group of guys would do, whatever you want it to be.

Afterward, I ended up riding home. I almost got pulled over by a cop, but it was actually for the guy in front of me, not me. Dodged a bullet there.

I am now lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking. Usually I try to discount any negative thoughts that plop into my head after 9 PM, but sometimes things just end up getting to me, and now I can't sleep. Here we are.

How the hell did I land such amazing friends, and a... girlfriend? Still no clarification on that one, but that's what I'm hoping our relationship is. I should probably clear that up when we next hang out. We were supposed to the night after the Kai'sa meetup, but I actually ended up cancelling that one. I wanted to see her kind of badly, but I did not feel like talking to people that day.

Sometimes doubts fly into my mind, about all of this. Me, one year ago, would have laughed at the possibility of this happening. Let's take a few steps back and analyze that form of (Y/N).

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The weight on my back felt like I was carrying the sky. I shoved my feet into the ground, my teeth clenching from exertion and blood rushing toward my head. The pain shooting through my legs was unbearable, but I'd keep pushing on. I was willing to do anything to achieve my goal. My knees finally locked from the squat, my quads shaking as if they'd explode any minute. I couldn't even feel my hands anymore, they'd gone white from the duration of time I had been gripping the barbell, shoving it into my upper back. I could get one more, I had to.

I bent my knees one last time, extending my hamstrings one last time as I practically sat onto my calves, exploding upward shortly after. The 405 pounds of weight on my shoulders did no favors as I pushed upward once more, a groan threatening to escape my throat as I hit the halfway point toward extension, a slow grind upward following after. My legs felt like they were tearing at the seams, and my mind practically went blank, the one thought populating it being to push the weight up.

"Come on, push it up!" One of the guys next to me started yelling. I had talked to him a few times, both of us going to the gym around the same hour.

I added even more force to the bottom of my feet, slipping past the plateau of my squat and making it to the top, locking my knees out. I slammed the barbell into the rack in front of me, dropping it back into it's normal position. I loosened my grip, dropping to one knee and hanging from a single arm, completely out of breath. My oversized tee was soaked at this point, with my legs feeling as if someone had beat them with a hammer. I sat down on the hard floor, planting my back into the metal rack. The guy from before held out his hand for a fist bump, which I gladly returned.

"Good shit, dude." He said, with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, man."

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"We're breaking up. I can't deal with this shit anymore." I bored into her eyes, straight through her lenses and right into her skull.

"But-but, why?" She choked out, tears building up and threatening to leak out. It was pitiful to look at, her pulling this act out of her ass again.