[REPUBLISH] Out of His League (Scout x Reader)

Emotional or Battle Scars?

* [H/T] = Hometown

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Previously on Out of His League

"Even though I don't want too... I have to be the bigger person.."  I muttered under my breath, going outside to get to the battlefield.

Currently on Out of His League

(Jeremy's P.O.V)

I walked back into the base, obviously beat up from battle, we gladly one. I got hit with one of (Y/N)'s potions, the recovery was easy, but she didn't tell me that the kick was terrible. I sighed as I plopped down at the table, as everyone soon followed suit into the base. I didn't look up until I saw a certain (H/C)-ette walk into the building, and my heart picked up the pace. 'Stupid feelings...' I thought to myself, before I stood up, and walked up to her. "Oi.. (Y/N), Can I speak to you in private?... Please?" I muttered the last part under my breath, hoping no one else heard me even say the dreaded polite word. Once I saw the girl nod her hair in confirmation, I led her to one of the more private hallways. Soon we got our privacy and I leaned against the opposite, and she was standing on the other side. I don't know why I was feeling nervous.

((Y/N)'s P.O.V)

Once Jeremy asked me to talk, I dreaded it. I heard him say 'please', I just had to agree, even though I didn't want to. I followed him into the more private hallway, and I stood on the opposite side of the hallway from him. I sighed softly, and I was wondering if I was going to have to initiate this conversation. 'Is he even going to say anything?' I thought as I gazed at him from time to time. This silence was getting old... very fast.

(3rd Person P.O.V)

The silence could be cut with a knife. Actually, more like.. room temperature butter. With a butter knife... You get the picture. Neither one wanted to start this conversation, but both of them wanted to finish this, and possibly get on with their lives. Whatever the matter may be, (Y/N) was confused about what they were, or if there even was a 'They, Them, Or Us'. As if it was a sign from the heavens or, something. They both just blurted out, in unison.

"What the hell are we?!" They yelled at each other from both sides of the small hallway. They just stared at each other with mixed emotions. Mixed emotions of confusion, anger, but a sense of longing. A weight was semi-lifted off their shoulders. At least they were thinking the same thing.

(Jeremy's P.O.V)
"I felt as though you were ignoring me, and I didn't know if you.. liked our date or.. something," I spoke up, as I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. "I-um..." I haven't been nervous since my ex, but (Y/N) was different. "I-.. L-." I was about to confess my emotions to the (H/C)-ette female before I was rudely interrupted by Mikhail, also known as our team's Heavy. The male had a wide smile on his face. "Our battles is over!.. Blu Surrendered!" I heard the big male say. '..It's over?... Everything that we've done all our lives, and it's just over like that.' I thought before I turned to look at (Y/N). She was so excited to join our team, and her first battle was her last. I'm actually glad, I don't know what I'd do if I lost (Y/N) on the frontlines.

~Small time skip of happiness brought to you by a Happy Pyro!~

Once we all celebrated I was never able to speak to her again after finding out we won our victory. I didn't know what to say, or.. what could make our situation better. A couple of days had passed. Everyone was packing up, and arranging on when to leave the base. It was a bittersweet moment. I was in my room, packing up my belongings. I was heading back to New York, where my home resides. Once I finished my packing, I wanted to go talk to (Y/N) before we all departed, but the room was unlocked. I didn't want to barge in, in case she was sleeping or changing, but it was slightly opened, and I pushed it open. My eyes widened at the sight of an empty room. Nothing, no books, no flasks, not even the cute (F/C) stuffed Bunny she kept on her bed. It was all...gone. "Maybe she's in the common room saying bye to everyone." I nodded. That had to be where she was. I ran as fast as I could to the common room, and I busted through the double doors. The vibe in the room was... gloomy. Mikhail was rubbing down his gun sadly. Ludwig and Mundee were sipping coffee as if they lost a loved one. Mr. Doe walked up to me, and I saluted before looking down at him. "..Where's (Y/N)?.." I asked in such a hurry before I was looking around for the (H/C) haired female. I had to tell her how I felt. The words that Mr. Doe spoke to me, rang in my head and echoed as I stared at him in disbelief.

"(Y/N) just left.. she said goodbye to all of us, I'm assuming she didn't say goodbye.. Her flight leaves in 10 minutes, and she's heading back to (H/T)." Those words just rang out in my had, over and over.

"She's.. gone," I muttered under my breath. "I didn't have enough speed in the world to even catch her... One day,.. one day I'll see you again (Y/N).." I spoke to myself as I walked back to my in-progress packed up room. Once I walked back to my room, I looked at the uncrumpled drawing I did of her. "..I know that I'll see you again, because... Well Because I lo-." I was interrupted. AGAIN.

Mr. Doe had walked into my room, and I threw the drawing of (Y/N) into one of the bags I had and turned my attention to him. He was speaking about the many ways of coping with not being on the frontlines, to get a job, or even pick up a hobby of some sort. I simply chuckled and told him that I'll be going back to New York to play baseball since that is what I loved to do. With his final goodbyes, indicating that he would be leaving today, I assumed that everyone else would be doing the same thing. My flight left late at night, so I figured I'd be the last to leave. I finished up packing my bags and wondered. 'I say that I will see her... but.. can I really be sure?..' I thought as I pulled the drawing out of my pocket. "..I want to see you again.. to tell you how I truly feel.." I flopped on my back on the bed, and slowly closed my eyes, and drifted to sleep.

After a nice nap, I woke up and looked at the time. "Just in time for my flight.," I muttered as I grabbed my plane ticket, and I left the now-empty base, and the only sound that echoed was my feet hitting the floor, and the luggage rolling behind me. Once I made it to the airport. I sighed softly, and I boarded my flight and sat down. "..Let's go home.." I mumbled to myself as I couldn't help but I was leaving a piece of myself. I was scarred up, from head to toe, no matter how much healing Ludwig gave me, the scars stayed. I had multiple bullet scars, knife cuts scattered my body. My battle scars. I can't wait to be home, I just wish I was with (Y/N).

~ A couple of Hours Timeskip!~

After I had landed in New York, I was fiddling with my house keys, and I managed to take a taxi to my house. I just watched as the bustling night lights that made New York what it was. I glanced down at my phone, that I didn't use often I saw over 1,000 text messages from an unknown number. I opened some of them, just to see who it was.

????: Jer.. I need to talk to you..
????: Jeremy, I miss you..
????: Can we talk?..
????: I love you so much, can we please talk??

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