He felt numb.
Keigo didn't really know how else to describe it.
Everything he had felt like it was a thread away from tearing apart.
His feet touched down on the windowsill of his UA campus apartment. He hadn't even realized he'd been making his way back. It was like his head and his body were on two different levels.
When he blinked, he was sitting on the couch staring at the blank TV screen. Keigo sucked in a breath in surprise, then shook his head to try and pull himself together.
And then all at once the quietness of the apartment was too much. The gentle humming of the air conditioner grated on his ears. The beating of his heart was nearly deafening. The apartment around him felt cold and uninviting and he needed his friends.
He needed Dabi's sarcastic drawl and Eri's happy banter. He needed to laugh as Aizawa and Mic told them off again for one stupid thing or another. He needed them. They'd...they'd help him. They wouldn't leave him to the Commission.
They wouldn't.
He couldn't stay here.
With desperate speed, Keigo shot to his feet and bolted out the door, making his way to the neighboring building.
He pounded on the door more forcefully than he meant to, but was met with more dreadful silence.
"Dabs?" he called. "Aizawa? Eri?"
Nothing.
"Fuck," he breathed out, taking an uneasy step back and dropping his hand down to his side.
Has the Commission already been here? he thought with a stab of fear.
Keigo jerked his head down and frantically searched his pockets for his cell phone.
His fingers closed around it as he pulled it out, forcing his eyes to focus on typing Dabi's number and getting the image of his old phone's shattered screen out of his head.
He shoved the phone against his ear, muttering 'pick up pick up pick up.'
No answer.
No answer.
Keigo pulled the phone away and tried Aizawa's number next.
"Please please please," he repeated, foot bouncing anxiously as his feathers stood on end.
No answer.
"FUCK!" Keigo yelled, lifting his arm to throw the phone against the door in anger.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the phone started ringing in his fist.
Keigo rushed to answer, seeing the name 'Aizawa' on the screen.
"AIZAWA!" he yelled. "Where are you?!"
"Whoa, listener!" Present Mic's voice came through the line. "Are you okay?"
Keigo felt his muscles lock up.
"Why are you answering Aizawa's phone?" Keigo asked hysterically. "Is Aizawa okay? Do you know where he is?!"
Mic rushed to answer, clearly reading Keigo's blatant distress. "He's fine, Hawks! He just didn't hear his phone going off! We're at Recovery Girl's office."
Keigo didn't know whether to be flooded with relief that Aizawa was fine or dread that they were at Recovery Girl's office.
"Why there?" he demanded, already turning and rushing to make his way over there. "Is he hurt?"
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