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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, a hero was hit in battle
and loses her memories. Leaving her
to believe everything a famil...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒
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A week, that's how long it's been since Shouto had been cooped up in his room. Silently trying to think of something, anything to apologize to the girl. He had time to think, too much time if you asked him, but he never felt like it was enough.
"I'll just hurt her..."
He repeated, everytime he wanted to leave the room in fact. Somewhere deep down he was just craving to go to [F/n], to hold her in his arms and just let out everything he wanted to say. But he knew he shouldn't.
At this point he didn't think that he deserved to. He didn't deserve to see her happy after what he had done, like Momo told him, it was completely and utterly selfish.
"She felt the same way-"
Shouto stopped himself from talking, only feeling the pain in his throat when he did so. He had water sure, he would go out to the kitchen for that and an occasional meal but nothing else. The man had a chance of a lifetime and he took it, but too far at that.
His heart felt as if it was crying out for [F/n], to come see him and save him from what he was doing to himself. For her to tell him that she had forgiven him and that she loved him and wanted to be with him. But he didn't think that would happen.
'Something so precious...I took it without another thought'
Sure, he didn't mean to take away her virginity, but he still did. He should've taken it slow either way with her, but he was too high on the feeling of her body. Her love and her affection that he couldn't find a way to stop himself.
He didn't move an inch when he heard his phone vibrate. By the way it vibrated twice and then stopped he realized it had been a message from someone. Though Shouto didn't really want to see who, if it wasn't from [F/n] he felt no need to see it. And he knew better than to think it was from her.
It wasn't until it vibrated a few more times did he finally get up and walk over to it. The light from his phone contrasting to the dark room made him squint his eyes at it. His eyes trying to adjust to the light as he looked at the message.
