Are You Crying, Too?

Pyro

I was waiting outside the door to the training room, contemplating the matter at hand.  I didn't know what to do.  I didn't know if I should accept him or reject him.  I didn't want to hurt him.  Their were so many reasons to accept him.  And their was only a couple of reasons to reject him.  What choice outweighs the other?  Which choice is better?  Accept or reject.  Those were the only options that I had.  Their wasn't any other alternative.

I shook my head as I finally came to a decision.  I opened the door to the training room and made my way to Kirishima, who was leaning up against the wall with his legs crossed.  He looked up at me nervously before pushing himself off of the wall closing the distance between us.

He heaved a nervous sigh before asking, "So...?  What's your answer?"

I placed my hand on his shoulder as a way to comfort him.  I then looked down at the floor.

"I-...  I don't love you, Ejiro.  I-..." I didn't know what to say next.  I slid my hand off of his shoulder before looking at his eyes.  I was surprised to see anger flash through them before giving way to sadness.  I watched as his body relaxed, the tension he got from awaiting my answer dissipating.  Tears trapped Kirishima's eyes under their glossy hold, yet none of them fell down his cheeks.

"It's fine...  I didn't expect you to say yes..." Kirishima brought his arm up and rustled his hair with his hands.  He then let out a soft, defeated chuckle. 

"I...  Should probably go..." I whispered.  I felt an undeniable guilt settle on my heart.  Kirishima nodded sadly.  As I turned to walk away from him, he stoped me.

"Please...  One last time...  Let me do it one last time," Kirishima roughly turned me around and kissed me.  I stood there and let him do as he wished.  Once he parted our lips, he pushed me away.

" You... Can go now," Kirishima stated.  I nodded before turning around.  I could have sworn that I saw a smirk forming on Kirishima's lips.

The collision of my shoes on the ground echoed throughout the silent hallways as I made my way out of the mansion.  The halls were empty of anyone but myself, making the everlasting silence deafening.    That was, until I heard another set of footsteps.  I watched as Kaminari appeared from around the corner. 

When he spotted me, he said, "Hey, dude.  Watcha doing here?"

I walked passed him without saying anything.  Kaminari stopped to watch me walk down the hall.

"Don't bother Ejiro right now, Kaminari," Kaminari's face started to show concern.  I only ever used his actual name when I was being serious.

"What happened?" He asked.  I glared at him from the corner of my eye before passing the corner of the hall.

"It's none of your fucking business," Kaminari didn't chase after me.  The guilt I felt for hurting Kirishima grew larger when I thought about the rejection.

I'm sorry, Kirishima.

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A some-what crazed laughter filled the streets of Saitama, the city where Kirishima lived.  The voice sounded feminine.

"Burn!" She shouted.  Everyone stared at her, unused to the odd behavior she showed.  She however, was used to the onlookers that tended to crowd around her. 

I pushed through the crowd to try and get a peak as to who it was the crowd was looking at, even though I already had my suspicions.  When I got through the crowd, I saw a blonde grabbing a bunch of newspapers and setting them on the ground.

I took a brief glance at two of the titles.  One of them was about the house that I burned down, and covered the topic of the blood-covered wooden chair in the basement that didn't burn from the fire.  They still have yet to find out who burned the house and who's blood it was.  The other was about the post Kirishima had made on my Stalkme account, with a title of KiriBaku.

I looked back at the girl and tried to examine her more.  Her eyes were a slightly-pale blue and she didn't have much of a tan.  Small freckles were randomly splattered across her face.  She was wearing a black hoodie that hung loosely on her body, and jeans.  The jeans she wore were scrunched up, as they were made for someone taller then her slightly-below-average height, but they fit around her waste almost perfectly.  She looked to be around the age 17, but she was actually around the age of 21. 

"Pyro!" I said, my voice stern.  'Pyro.' That was her hero name.  She was ranked as the 27th hero, mostly due to her popularity.  She was known for her 'fangirl-ish' personality, and her obsession with setting things on fire.  She was definitely an oddity among heros.  Her full name was Hikari McAlister, and she was born with two quirks, one called 'Fire Location,' where she can spawn fire anywhere she can see.  The other was called 'Nature.' She can grow any type of plant on her skin, which has become useful in medical emergencies.

Pyro glanced at me before resuming what she was doing while shouting, "KiriBaku must die!"

I looked at her oddly, confused as to why she was so upset over it.  I walked up to her and tried to stop her mission of 'killing KiriBaku.'

"Hay!  Pyromaniac!  Stop trying to fucking set things on fire!"

She didn't stop what she was doing.

"Kill him!" She yelled.  I felt my eye twitch in irritation.

" Uh...  Let her do what she wants to, " A voice spoke, "Those don't usually sell, and she'll have to pay for them.  I might get a raise if I 'sell' them all."

The teenage kid smiled at the thought of earning more money.  I 'tched' before I backed away from Pyro and let her continue her mission.

It didn't take long for all the newspapers to be piled up.  Pyro backed away from the pile of paper before gazing at the pile for a couple of seconds.  She crazily smiled after activating her fire quirk and setting the papers ablaze.

I watched alongside the crowd as the fire encompassed the whole pile and rose to reach the sky.  Pyro's calls of 'Kill it' became a blur of sound in my ears.

The fire had all of my attention.  The cheering crowds of people were nothing to me.  All that surrounded me was darkness, and the looming fire in front of me.  I felt like I could walk towards the fire and touch it without getting burnt.  My eyes softened as I saw the fire flare brightly.  I would've cried if I didn't know that their was a crowed around me.

For whatever reason, this fire made reminded me of Deku.  It made me remember the swelling determination that he held within his heart.  It made me remember that smile of his when he was happy.  I've never felt closer to him than I have now.  It felt like I was standing in front of him, watching him as he watched me.  Both of us at a standstill.  I can see the determination in his eyes burning fiercely.  I reached my hand out and tried to grab him.  I felt a lone tear of happiness role down my cheek.  As my hand finally reached Deku's form, it suddenly pulled back.

"Tch," I looked at my hand, feeling pain.  I had suddenly been pulled back into reality.  Away from my place with Deku.

"Deku..." I whispered.  I was so close to you.  So close...  I felt my mind, body, and heart spill over with newfound determination.  Deku...  I've always hated that you were a step ahead of me.  That you were always turning back to help me.  But now...  I'll find you.  I will. And nothing will stop me.  I'll find you so that I can show you that its me You'll be staring at from behind.  And this time, it'll be me turning my back to help you. 

You've just run off course.  I'll find you and put you back in your rightful place.  Even if I tell you the truth...  Even if I tell you that I love you...  Even if you don't forgive me...  I'm not letting you stray away.  I'm not letting you go.  I'll save you.  I ask for your forgiveness.  I'll tell you that I love you...  And then, we'll continue what we were doing before.  Always racing for the top... 

Except this time, I'll be the one on top.