Promise [Number 5 X Reader]

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When you left Diego's very humble abode, you deeply inhaled, almost coughing at the smoky city air. Feeling slightly rejuvenated from what little sleep you got the previous night, you figured you'd walk back to the Academy.

After a few twists and turns, you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw a familiar, ragged figure up ahead, wholly engrossed in the act of smashing a briefcase. To your confusion, the case itself seemed to be filled with numerous mechanical parts, as it crackled and fizzed numerous times after making contact with the concrete sidewalk the man was hunched over. Klaus threw the briefcase away from him and screamed as it spontaneously burst into flames.

Concern overtaking your curiosity, you ran to him as he sank to his knees, and you then noticed his hands were slick and red with blood. "Klaus?" Kneeling beside him, your hands met his shoulders and he began to sob. With shaking limbs, he leaned forward and rested his head on your shoulder, crying as he weakly grabbing your top. Your arms wrapped around him, mumbling to him, "I gotcha . . . I've got you, Klaus . . ."

You sat there for a while, holding the slim, broken man in your arms. To say that seeing Klaus on such a state was "unsettling" would be the understatement of the century. When he had calmed down a bit, his sobs reducing to sniffles, you took his hands, looking him in his bloodshot eyes.

"Let's get you back to the Academy, yeah?" You helped him to his feet when he nodded, sniffling as he did so, and allowed him to lean on you as you began the trip home.

XxX

Your phone rang on your desk after you had ushered Klaus into the bathroom to wash off and clear his head. You checked the caller ID: Allison <3. When did she . . . ?

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)!"

You shook your head lightly. "How the hell did you get my number?"

You could hear her sigh over the line. "You didn't have a password!"

Exhaling, you thought, I really have to fix that. "What do you want?" you grumbled.

"It's about Vanya. Could you call her for me? I'm worried about her, and she won't listen to me."

"And you thought she would?"

"Ouch," she whined.

"Why are you even worried? Weren't you the one who said she's a 'grown woman' now?"

"I get it! Just . . . Please call her. She's been hanging out with this guy, and I really don't have a good feeling about him," she insisted.

Letting out another long sigh, you replied, "Yeah, yeah, fine."

Looking through your contacts, you saw that someone had taken the liberty of adding Vanya's number to your cell as well. Tapping the phone icon, you waited for the call to go through. A click sounded. "Hey, I see you found my number," the familiar voice said.

"I assume you found out about my lack of a password too, huh?" She made an amused noise of affirmation. You chuckled. "Hope I'm not bothering you or anything," you said.

"No, I'm just out with a friend right now," she replied.

"Gotcha, gotcha. Hey . . . is everything alright with you?" you asked.