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you were in the kitchen, pacing back and forth, contemplating whether to call keigo or not. you knew that if you called him, he'd think you're in trouble. but you couldn't just keep on waiting like this.
you couldn't see him anywhere on the news. he wasn't even by endeavor's side. you opened your phone and went to dial his number, when your tv glitched and touya appeared on your screen.
your breath got stuck in your throat and you could hear your heart in your ears. your feet took you closer to the sound of his voice, making you sit on the armchair closer to the tv.
you listened to every word he said, even if you knew them all. you couldn't keep yourself from crying all over again for his past.
"do you think that kind of human should be allowed to assume the role of a hero? let alone assume the position of number one?"
"but i guess this kind of trait runs rampant in the industry"
"i present to you, number two hero hawks!"
your eyes widened when you saw the picture of him, stabbing twice in the back. your hands covered your mouth as you sobbed, ears picking up the conversation that happened before his death.
"without any hesitation whatsoever, hawks stabbed a villain with his feather blade as he was crying and running away, right in front of me as i tried to protect him"
your eyes were locked on the tv, as you listened to touya reveal the truth behind keigo. you already knew it, though, because he had told you himself.
the moment your tv went back to the news, you turned it off. you had a hand placed over your heart, feeling it beat faster every passing second.
you knew that touya would reveal himself, but you never expected to see pictures of twice's death on the very same day, too. and you also knew that there was a reason behind keigo's action.
touya didn't mention anything about the hero's status, and that left you wondering if he was even alive.
you held a single rose in your hand, gently touching its open petals. you kissed it softly, a tear landing on it;
