It fucking hurts like hell, the bitter poison I spat out, the harsh retorts she spat out.
"Loving you losing game." She suddenly says, but the look in her eyes- there's something different about it.
However, my anger gets the best of me.
I let it get the best of me. "Oh is that how it is? Well then, we were always a losing game."
"Kei-"
"Don't. I heard what you said. I'm fucking done with you. We're through." Fuck. I didn't mean to say those words, and to say it in an icy tone; I fucked up, but it's too late to take it back.
"So is this it? I spend all of the love I've saved, yet 'we were always a losing game'?" I can feel it, I can clearly see her shutting down. She's building her walls once more, the walls I worked so hard to break.
I open my mouth to apologize, say something in comfort, say anything to diffuse this argument- but the words left my mouth before I even realized I was speaking. "Yeah, this is it."
No.
This is not it!
That's not what I meant to say!
My mouth stays closed, and I can't will myself to speak another word in fear of saying something out of my control.
Something's wrong with me, the both of us.
Nonetheless, she speaks before I can say or do anything.
"Farewell." She bids her goodbye, walking in the direction of the stairwell, before looking back at me, "I hate to leave things misunderstood, but I don't think you deserve an explanation to my sudden outburst. Keigo Takami, you fell for the same cheap trick you've fallen for before."
"What do you mea-" I barely managed to get in before the steel door slams closed, cutting me off.
Every fiber of my being tells me to go after her, but my pride and heavy load of thoughts makes me fly off to cool my head.
'I hate to leave things misunderstood, but I don't think you deserve an explanation to my sudden outburst. Keigo Takami, you fell for the same cheap trick you've fallen for before.'
Her last words ring inside my head, what did she mean by that? The same trick I've fallen for before?
Trick that I have fallen for before...
Fuck.
The commission's mind control- I have to go back, I need to apologize, I-I need to-
I feel my phone vibrate, an emergency alert pops up a major attack by the alleged LoV? Another text comes in with a live picture of a familiar building, the building I left Y/n on! I set into panic mode, panicking to make a u-turn, heading back to the building. I flew at a slow speed away from the building so it only takes me 5 minutes to get there, but by the time my foot hits the ground, there's no sign of Y/n.
"No-"
"Hero Hawks! We need your help on the rescue, there's people trapped on the 20th floor! We need to get them before the building collapses."
I reluctantly push my worries over Y/n to the back of my list of my priorities, telling myself, convincing myself that Y/n is one of the ones that need rescue, not one of the casualties; or worse, missing.
"Please be okay..." I prayed, just under my breath so no one could hear me. "Please, please be okay Y/n, I shouldn't have said those things to you..." I wipe away a loose tear, and forcefully turn my focus to the rescue.
It can't be true, my whole body shakes uncontrollably as the official report comes in; 25 casualties/injured, 1 missing.
'At least she's only reported as missing, not dead.' A part of myself says, my hero side that has been trained to quote on quote; think on the brightside. 'She'll be okay, she's gonna be fine'
I chant along with my inner self, hoping that chanting those words like a mantra, I'd somehow convince myself and rid me of my guilt.
'Why did I leave her like that?'
I shouldn't have left her like that.
'Why did I say those horrid things to her?'
I-I shouldn't have said all those things.
'Like always, she was just caring for me.'
She was just looking out for me, trying her best for us.
Fuck. I'm a terrible lover, the worst of the worst.
I walk my legs to the now fallen building, one of the many, the one I last saw Y/n on. I feel tears welling up, as they're about to fall, something shiny catches my eye.
A necklace.
Y/n's necklace.
My feather necklace.
I shake the feather still attached to the necklace, closing my eyes to sense life, for any signs that Y/n's alive. Negative. I feel my legs give out, the feather necklace now in my hands, I clutch it and bring it close to my heart. "I love you kid, I didn't mean any of the shit I said, please...come back...I'm sorry! Y/N!"
"Don't leave me kid, don't you fucking dare leave me." One hand keeps me from hitting the ground, my knees buckle, and my breathing quickens. I wrap my wings around me to shield me from all the cameras as I let my tears freely flow. "I love you kid, I didn't mean any of the shit I said, please...come back...I'm sorry, Y/N!"
I can't remember the events that followed. How long has it been since I've been this numb? So disattached from the world?
Sure, I haven't neglected my duties as the number two hero, or as the owner of an agency, but I've been limiting meetings and working from home.
My home, Y/n's home.
Our home.
It's been a few months, the commission is no longer interested in the search for Y/n, the heroes and the public have moved on. I am the only one stuck in the past.
"How am I supposed to move on?" I ask into the chill air of my room. "God, get yourself together Keigo, Y/n wouldn't want to see you like this."
I gather what's left of my brokenness and clean up the mess of alcohol and cigarettes. I barely managed to clean up the mess built up for days, when my phone vibrated.
"Hawks! You need to see the news! Hurry!" The frantic voice of my assistant booms.
"What's going on?" I say, not bothering to find the remote.
"I-I think Y/n has joined the LoV."
What?
. . .
"What?!" It took a few moments for the mush I've made of my brain to process the words, and finding myself instinctively searching for the remote.
"Y/n was spotted by Eraserhead, it seems her appearance has been changed by a quirk."
"Has the commission heard about this?"
"I'm sure they have. After all. it's all over the news."
"I...will call you back."
What have you gotten yourself into Y/n?
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Fanfiction"Loving you losing game." I say, before I even comprehend what's happening, an angry Keigo pointed a finger at me, and words left his mouth, flat and low, but so clear. "Oh is that how it is? Well then, we were always a losing game." "Kei-" "Don't...
