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Warnings: there is going to be NSFW in some parts, violence, mention of blood and mental health. It's going to be angsty. This warning is simply going to be copy pasted to all chapters.

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The flight back towards protocol headquarters was quiet. You were abnormally quiet, not even trying to strike up any conversation like you always did, just staring out the window, lost in thought. Of course your teammate, Iso, didn't pay no attention to your lack of chatter- it's not like he really would converse back anyways.

Even when you're back in headquarters, you kept the mission report brief and short, not over explaining anything and just keeping things as is- of course avoiding the detail that you and the omega-earth Iso had taken some time to talk. When it came to explaining what happened when you had got stuck in his ultimate, you simply said that you two fought it out, and you came out victorious.

Surprisingly no one tried to question you further even with the simple responses, just assuming you were tired or trying to get over experiencing that ultimate for the first time. Either way, you got dismissed pretty fast without further questioning. You didn't try talking to anyone else, heading straight to your dorm room and essentially locking yourself in there.

You took some time to take off your mission gear, take a good shower to try to calm yourself and relax as you could- but no matter what, you felt like you were missing something - or rather, someone.

You were already starting to miss Omega Earth's Iso, even if he wasn't like the one in your own universe. You were missing that version of him, missing how it felt so easy in the small instance where you were inside his ultimate. What felt like minutes to you in that pocket dimension was mere seconds in the real world, but you really wanted to have those seconds back another time.

Even though you knew it was wrong. You knew it was dangerous and irresponsible of you to have done that in the first place, for all you can know maybe he was just using you to try to get some Intel or get to you- and maybe you were just playing right into his plan. You know what you did was probably very stupid, but you couldn't help it.

Because you know if anyone finds out, if a word of what happened went around protocol- not only would it be embarrassing as hell, but you could also risk very big consequences from it all. It was nearly treason- acquainting with the enemy that way? You would definitely get kicked out of the team, if not killed on the spot to avoid any extra complications.

You sigh, slowly settling down on your bed as thoughts started to swarm more and more against your will. You didn't want to overthink it too much, seeing the circumstances and realizing the weight of what could have happened, your head was going haywire.

You curled yourself up under the blanket of your bed, kind of sleep off the overthinking, the pit of anxiety starting to form after what you've done. Sleep came hard and you were having a lot of trouble turning off your brain, only passing out for a few hours at a time before waking up and inevitably starting to overthink again. That cycle repeated a few times, never really checking your phone for time, and since you had blackout curtains you didn't realize what time of day even was at this point.

It was at some point when you woke up yet another time after resting for an unknown short period, someone knocked at your door. You forced yourself to get up tiredly, dragging yourself over to the door. You looked messy since you just got out of bed, but it was obvious that you weren't feeling too good nevertheless.

When you open the door, you come face to face with your friend Clove, who looked worried for you and also energetic as hell, as usual. Before you could say anything they pushed their way in to your room, shutting the door behind them. They put their hands on your shoulders and guided you back to bed to sit down, pulling out your office chair from your desk a bit further away to sit on themselves.

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