Ascension│Bluelock x male reader

3.31. Feeling of Truth

Sae Itoshi sighed.

He sat back on the sofa, head leaning back till he found himself staring at the ceiling. Outside, the storm raged on.

His TV was open to the news. It didn't really matter what news channel he turned it to, because every single one was covering the same event.

An apartment block had caught on fire, at 5:30p.m. And six hours later, at 11:30, it was still burning. Live cameras surrounded the scene, some from helicopters in the sky, others on the ground where hundreds of law enforcement officers and medical personnel were working. Despite the incredible storm, one of the most violent ones Tokyo had seen in a long time, the deluge of rain couldn't put it out.

Victim reports were still coming in. Hundreds injured, many dead. Quite a few were missing, probably somewhere under the smouldering rubble. Sae barely listened to the news report, staring up at the ceiling.

"Currently, preliminary examination of debris reveals that it is likely to be a purposeful attack. There is no natural way that the building would burn for so long, so brightly. Even if the entire building was filled with cooking oil, it would only go for an hour at most." A police officer on the scene.

"We're currently looking into the possibility of it being a terrorist attack, as that is the most likely cause. No organisation has stepped up to take responsibility." The man had to speak loud to be heard over the storm. "But rest assured, we will find the culprit. As I speak, the mayor of Tokyo is meeting with military officials, to gather only the best agents."

It was puzzling, for sure. An unprovoked attack, in the middle of Japan's capital city? Sae couldn't be bothered to think of why, though.

There was a knock at his door.

Sae frowned. He tiredly picked himself up from the sofa, walking to the door. "Who is it?"

No response. Sae gripped the door handle and unlocked the door. He looked through the peephole.

Y/N L/N stood there.

Sae's penthouse only had a small lobby area. After taking the elevator to the top floor, which required a security card to activate, mind you, visitors would emerge into a small, dimly lit room. That was the only way to access Sae's apartment.

Sae's eyes widened. Without another moment's pause, he yanked the door wide open. "Y/N."

The small boy looked like he'd been through a war. His hair stuck to his face, completely soaked through. Dark shadows formed circles under and around his eyes. His lips were purple with cold, and his skin was pale with either illness or shock. His eyes welled with tears.

His shirt and trousers were patchy, black burns covering the fabric. They were just as soaked through, clinging to Y/N's frame. On his hands, Sae spotted a red, inflamed burn mark. From head to toe, he was shaking.

Sae was momentarily speechless. Y/N glanced up at him with blank eyes. "Hi, Sae." He spoke quietly. "Can I come in?" 

Sae took a deep breath. "Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, come in." He stood to the side, holding the door open as Y/N staggered into the room.

The boy looked sorrowfully at the water he was dripping onto the floor. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Sae murmured. He looked Y/N's battered body up and down, and moistened his lips. "What happened...?"

Y/N shrugged. "I pissed someone off."

"Someone did this to you?" Sae incredulously said. "On purpose?"

"No, by accident." Y/N scoffed quietly. He didn't meet Sae's eyes, staring at the floor. One hand crossed across his torso, holding onto the elbow of his other arm.