Frequency

Wingman (Part I)

A month had passed. A month to rethink and reevaluate. A whole ass month to move on in your life. But no. Here you are, 'back to normal'. You knew for a fact that you weren't feeling any different. But there was one thing that was bothering you: not telling Kirishima. After that night, he came in every Friday with a bright smile, and it helped you get through the weekend. But it was getting to you. You would zone out or talk too fast or look around too much. He caught on and would ask if you were okay, and you told him yes. You know, like a liar. It was eating you alive. He was a close friend, and at times the only friend you could rely on. So you messaged him one night before you closed up shop, asking if he was up for some tea. He said yes.

Now here you are, in front of your favorite cafe that sold as much tea as it did coffee, waiting frantically for your crimson friend to show up.

"Hey Cat! Sorry, I'm a little late. My roommate and I were cleaning up the kitchen when you messaged me." He said to you as he opened the door.

"Oh, you're fine." But was it? For a while now you haven't been one hundred percent fine. You had been pushing yourself at the gym to the point of not being able to function. You were sleeping at most four hours and that was odd. You were lucky. But not lucky enough to feel at peace. To fix this whole situation, you were going to come clean about how you were feeling to the redhead you befriended all that time ago.

"What was it that you wanted to talk to me about? It's not unnatural for homies to want to hang out, but I have this unsettling feeling that something is wrong."

With a deep sigh, you responded.

"I was attacked a few weeks ago. Right outside the store," you stopped there and scanned Kirishima's face for some form of reaction. When nothing came, you continued. "It happened within a matter of seconds, then minutes, but quick enough for spots to start changing colors to show that they are indeed damaged."

Kirishima nodded.

"I was mortified. I didn't know if I would make it out alive. I did because here we are, but I still feel damaged or some shit I don't even know. Part of it is because of what happened and the thought of what could have possibly happened to me. The main thing, however, is that I never got to say thank you to the hero that saved me. At least that's what he said he was. He had mentioned that he wasn't in costume and just did not want to deal with the police. Anyways, he was taller than me by quite a bit, built like you but smaller. Maybe he had fluffy hair? I couldn't see it cause he had a hoodie on, but I did catch a glimpse of his eyes. Beautiful ruby orbs. Placed so gently against peachy, fair skin. A fuckin dream, I might add."

This sudden turn in the description is what captured his attention the most, causing you to take a mental note.

"Cat. I am so sorry. God, I knew something was up but figured it was something to do with your medication changing, and you were adjusting or with classes starting soon and just little things. The little things that you can handle completely by yourself and that you're used to handling. I didn't know it was something this serious. Did they catch the bastard? Is he still out there? Do I need to call a search? I have a special group for that."

"Kirishima, you are fuckin' precious. Slow down and listen. They did catch him. He came just in time and fucked him a bit. As I said, he ran off before I could say thank you, and it's been bothering me ever since."

"What if I found him for you?" Kirishima said through a mischievously sweet, shark-shaped teeth.

"You can do that?"

"You bet your ass I can."

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coming back. slowly, but surely. -E