~Akitoya one shots~

🩸🍷~I can't do it without you.~🍷🩸

GET READY TO SUFFER LMAO

AU: Spiderman but I have no idea of how to write fight scenes

TW's: death.

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He couldn't remember much.

Not their eyes, not their faces, let alone their voices. The only thing -besides dusty pictures- he had from them was their features, which mixed together and now... well, you had him. He had no idea of who his parents were. Sometimes, he thought that their deaths had taken away his own soul as well.

But there he was, sitting on top of a skyscraper after saving and killing much people. If there's life, there's death: that was what his love always told him, as if those gray eyes actually knew what was beneath his own green ones. He hated to lie to him, he really did... but did he had any other choice other than acting like someone normal?

He was young, that was for sure. So young and... stupid. God, maybe he wasn't one of those people who were skilled at something that wasn't necessarily academics, maybe he was just dumb... he wasn't good enough in any of those two areas. He was useless, wasn't he? He was supposed to be a hero, but he mostly only caused problems and disaster... however, people still adored him... he didn't deserved it.

The cold air -which hit everything but him- only made him sink deeper and deeper into his mind, as if its coldness resembled to the water that made his mind flood with sorrowful and regretful thoughts. Why him? Out of all people... why him? He was weird and rude enough to pretend to play hero. But it was his duty, and he would accomplish everything that was necessary to save a couple of lives, even if others were lost.

Paths? He had no idea of any of those. He didn't know the career he wanted to follow, he didn't know what college he wanted to attend to; he had too little control over his life to even think about that. The main question was: would he even be able to live a normal life? He had no idea of it, either.

Everything was a mess.

HE was a mess.

So messed up that he didn't even noticed that he had a couple of missed calls and a voicemail.

—Akito Shinonome... you have twenty minutes to get here and give me a detailed explanation of how you even got 'Christopher Colombus' in a math assignment. —the message paused for a couple of seconds.—I miss you... get here safe, please, call me when you can.

The voicemail finished after a low beep. All those innocents lives were taken away despite his heartbreaking efforts, yet Toya still smiled at him. He wasn't good enough for the role he was playing, wasn't he?

He grabbed his phone and called him again, trying to reassure the other male. It didn't matter the distance between them right now -considering how Akito was in a skyscraper and Toya was... well, in the ground-, but he could feel that gentle smile on the other side.

Akito put the mask back on, throwing himself to the clouds before his eyes could reach the lights. Time went fast for him, since time only caused him more problems, which he obviously tried to avoid; problems that he ran away from for being such a coward.

In what felt like a second for him, he was knocking on Toya's window. Toya frowned deeply and opened the window, taking Akito's mask off.