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[merazawa]

what’s your favorite anime character?

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[merazawa]

Joys of a Bird

The childhood of the number 2 hero in all of Japan is relatively unknown to the public, many blissfully unaware of the (forced) hero training he had been doing since the tender age of 8 (perhaps even younger). The hero commission took no interest in even discussing this fact, choosing to ignore the moral ambiguity of said training— calming themselves with the fact that he had become quite an amazing hero.

And for many, that train of thought was one to help them sleep at night.

For Mera Yokumiru, that thought alone did not help him sleep, actually nothing ever let him sleep, the Hero Commission was both understaffed and overworked, as long as heroes never slept, he would never sleep.

He hadn’t been the one to scout the hero now known as Hawks, he was still working in a cubicle when Hawks-- or Keigo, had been scouted and taken to the nearby training facility.

But even if he hadn’t been the one who scouted Hawks, he ended up being one of the many workers who were asked to watch and take care of the future hero.

Another responsibility had been thrown his way, and another hair turned white on his head. If he was correct-- he didn’t know the first thing about children, he worked with heroes, not kids.

However, who was he to argue with his superiors? He wasn't; he was simply another zombie in a suit, one who very much valued his sleep.

The first time he met Keigo, a chord was struck in him, he was a kid-- young and innocent, he had no idea what kind of training they were going to put him through, and he had no idea when he would see his family again.

He remembered the moment he met the little boy, shy and barely past his knee, wings a deep red, and pulled tight against his back.

After that, Mera was made his primary care-taker, a training and education curriculum was made and it was done.

Mera remembered the day after he met Keigo, he stopped by the grocery store to purchase meager supplies for his apartment, passing by the clearance bin was a small Endeavor plush, price marked down to just 300 yen. Through his tired eyes, he swiped a doll and dropped it in his basket, a young boy deserves a toy, he thought.

The hours turned into days, the days turned into weeks, and soon the weeks turned into months. Mera woke him up for early training, an early breakfast, and a rigorous course schedule. He watched how the winged boy could switch between fun to serious at the drop of a feather.

Deep inside, however, Mera knew-- he knew this would never be right, he felt the sorrow and anxiety creep up on him as he watched Hawks lose what could’ve been a great childhood.

But that was a long time ago, as time went on, he watched Keigo grow from a child to a man, (well as much of a man as a 22-year-old could be). With time he didn’t see Keigo as much, at the age of 18 he began his hero agency, and with that— he was gone.

Mera didn’t mind, he knew this was just how things went, his bird had left the nest and he was now a hawk, soaring up the charts and into the people’s hearts as he was born to do. Mera could feel the pride swell in his chest every moment he saw a glimpse of Hawks on the television, a small peek into his busy life— that was his biggest achievement.

Mera was in his own office in the event center, watching the live feed as the head of the hero commission described the process, and began announcing the Top 10 one-by-one.

Mera’s tired eyes held tight to the screen, with every hero they made sure everything went well and according to plan.

Then came the #2, Hawks waving to the crowd with his familiar smirk, different looks of both annoyance and joy from his fellow top 10 heroes.

Mera picked up his coffee, another long sip before each hero gave a small speech on the honor it is to be given such a high ranking.

Mera looked between each of them until finally a large groan was heard from the familiar bird boy in the corner.

The rest of the room tensed up, not excited to hear what Hawks had to say on the rankings. He watched as the hero flew up, feathers dancing around him as he began doing what he does best— stirring the pot.

The room fell into groans and complaints, most of the workers realizing they may have to come up with some sort of press conference afterward.

Mera chuckled, the cup still shielding his mouth as he listened to the hero. A few of them looked at the man, rolling their eyes.

Mera didn’t care, he knew what Keigo was like— he knew he would pull a stunt like this. Even with that, he was still proud of him.

He really did soar to the top, and for good reason too.

Hawks passed the mic off to Endeavor and Mera was now sucked back into reality, he looked at his colleagues, “I’m gonna go, I think— I’ve still got some paperwork.”

“You’re not gonna stay back?” One of them asked.

“For what?”

“To talk to Hawks.”

Mera shook his head, “no, he’s a busy guy, as am I so I’m just gonna head out.”

“Alright.”

He waved and grabbed his briefcase, now walking down the extremely long hallway away from the screening room, as much as he would like to to talk to Hawks, he was sure Hawks wouldn’t want the same.

Mera could still feel some guilt watching Hawks suffer through long nights and days of training, he could still feel the tears on his pant leg when all Keigo wanted was to go home.

He knew none of it was his fault, but he couldn’t help it.

He fished for his keys in his pocket, he’d be approaching the parking garage soon, so he’d want to be quick to leave before the traffic.

“Hey!”

Mera froze. He knew that voice. Who didn’t know that voice? But what was he doing here? He still had on-camera appearances to make.

“Aw come on, now don’t tell me you’re avoiding me!”

Mera turned around, eyes landing on the hero, “I’m a busy guy.”

“Oh yeah, too busy to talk to me?”

Mera relented a small smile, “no of course not.”

Hawks smiled, “how you been old guy?”

Mera chuckled, keys jingling in his hand, “I’ve been keeping busy, I’ve got work, you know how it is.”

Hawks nodded, wings pulled against his back, “let me take you for a drink old man.”

Mera shook his head, “I’m too busy, next time.”

“I know you,” Hawks pushed his glasses up, “there won’t be a next time, so let me treat you while we have the night off.”

Mera pondered it for a minute, the guilt still eating at him after all these years, “alright, lead the way, Hawks.”

“Come on, for you? It’s Keigo.” He turned on his heel, leading the way down the hall. The two men walked in sync, one leading with a stride whilst the other just wanted to keep up. Mera’s keys went back in his pocket, figuring that the winged hero would swoop the two of them into the sky and whisk them to a bar.

“I’m feeling a little peckish actually, mind if we stop somewhere to eat?” Hawks looked over his shoulder, Mera couldn’t recall his last solid meal, he nodded.

“Alright! Let's get some chicken!”

They exited the building, and without a moment’s hesitation, they flew into the sky. Mera yelped, gripping his briefcase even tighter than before. Hawks let out a deep laugh, goggles placed neatly on his face once more, the two of them flying by the skyscrapers and above the people.

Mera’s eyes remained closed, wind whipping past his face, hair flying in every direction.

“You know, old man, for a minute there-- I thought you’d be the one to come get me from the green room!” Hawks sighed, a small glance at the man who raised him before looking back up, “I haven’t seen you in years.”

“You’ve been busy!” Mera finally echoed a response.

Hawks shrugged, though it was true if he was honest-- Mera was his only family. He was the only one who reached out, and he was the only one who tried his best. Hawks wouldn’t be the man he was today without him, he thought. He could feel that familiar wave of pain bubbling in his chest.

He needed to land, refusing to cry right at this moment.

Mera’s feet touched the ground, concrete meeting his rubber soles. The sun was falling behind some clouds, and the day was soon to turn into night.

“I know a great chicken place, come on.” Hawks veered down an alley, different smells and aromas coming every which way as the nightlife began to take hold.

Mera unbuttoned his suit jacket, feeling severely overdressed for the bustling urban backdrop. He followed hawks into a hole-in-the-wall dining area, few people were scattered around the booths, barely acknowledging the two men.

“Take a seat, I’ll order, you want a beer?”

Mera shook his head, “coffee if you’ve got it.”

“I’ll ask.” Hawks shot him a dazzling smile and Mera sat in a booth by a window, the view was nothing special, on this side of the restaurant, he was looking at the street, spotting tons of people making their way around and down the many stalls of food.

He felt the anxiety again, not really knowing what he was going to say to the boy. Boy, he chuckled, in his eyes, he’s still that little boy-- the same little boy he gave that endeavor plushie too. The same little boy he woke up every morning, and the same little boy who called him during the early morning hours when he had a nightmare. Even if he’s not that little boy anymore.

“Hey!” The number two appeared once more, now taking his seat, “they’ll bring the food soon, I got you water because coffee tastes weird with fried chicken.”

“And how would you know?”

“C’mon, I’m like the god of fried chicken, I even have the wings.” He flapped them, deep red shimmering in the light. Mera laughed, causing a similar reaction from Hawks, the two enjoying each other’s company.

Silence fell on the table, an awkward quiet built between them; neither knew what to say or even talk about.

“You know--”

“I’m sorry.”

Hawks blinked a few times, “huh-- what?”

Mera felt the guilt he had harbored for so long to begin to release, words spilling out of him like a broken faucet, “I’m sorry, for everything. For the commission. For the training. For the way your childhood was stolen, I-I’m sorry for being complacent. I should’ve done more, I should’ve done better.”

Mera shuttered, his face facing the wooden surface of the table, tears falling onto the sheen and making small droplets on the mahogany, “I could’ve done more, but I didn’t, and I failed you.”

Keigo felt his heart drop, what did he mean? Was he serious? He watched as Mera picked an arm up, placing his elbow on the table for balance as he held his cheek.

“I should’ve done more. I should’ve--”

“Old man.” Hawks finally spoke, his own tears kept at bay at the sight of his guardian in a puddle across from him. Mera didn’t move.

“Old man,” Keigo sighed, “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

Mera looked at him, “n-no, I--”

“No,” He shook his head, “what the hero commission did? That’s on them. What you did? You were the greatest substitute dad anyone could ask for.”

“Wha-what?” Mera took a napkin and wiped his eyes, the server putting down the food and quickly whisking themselves away.

“I don’t think you know how much you’ve actually done for me.” Hawks grabbed a chicken, “do you remember when we went to the beach, and I wanted to find a seashell, so you spent hours helping me find one?”

Mera nodded, “but we didn’t.”

“No, we didn’t.” He shook his head, “but I didn’t care, do you know why?”

Mera shook his head.

“Because you took me to the beach because you begged the commission to let me go. If it had been anyone else, I don’t think I would’ve gone.”

Mera began to eat some of the chicken, “going to the beach doesn’t fix anything.”

Hawks laughed, “man you are one sour grape!” He grabbed his wallet, opening it a bit before pulling out a small worn picture, placing it on the table, and pushing it towards Mera.

“What’s this?” Mera grabbed it, holding it up to his face and admiring it, realizing it was a picture of them, smiling and laughing in a photo booth.

“For my 10th birthday, you took me to an amusement park. We spent the whole day there morning till night.” Mera furrowed his brows. Hawks went on, “I don’t expect you to remember, but I do. I remember all of it.”

“You woke me up, early that morning, it was January, sometime after my actual birthday…"

Mera laid out his clothes, a long sleeve, and a pair of jeans, accompanied by his jacket and shoes, Keigo barely awake to wonder why he was being awoken on a Sunday.

“Come on, get dressed.”

Keigo rubbed his eyes, wings stretching, “b-but why?”

“It’s a surprise, come on.” Mera left the room, he had to do some last-minute checks with his superiors before taking Keigo out. Keigo hadn’t even noticed that Mera wasn’t in his usual business suit.

Keigo followed orders, getting dressed, brushing his teeth, and walking out of his room to see Mera holding some keys, “alright?”

He nodded, taking his hand still rubbing his eyes as they left the building and got into the car, he was now thoroughly confused, this wasn’t the usual car the commission took, so where were they going?

Keigo buckled up and Mera began driving, soft music playing on the radio, “want some breakfast?”

Keigo nodded, “Mr. Mera, where are we going?”

“I told you it was a surprise right?”

“Yeah, but I wanna know!”

Mera laughed, “I’ll let you know when we get there.”

“OK!” Keigo sat back, watching the city pass him by before he connected the dots in his head, “hey, wait, no fair!”

Mera laughed again, turning onto an even busier street as people began their morning commutes, despite the day of the week. He stopped in front of a restaurant, Keigo’s face dropped, is this where they were going? Here?

“Let’s go.” Mera opened his door for him and took his hand, guiding him into the restaurant before sitting by the window.

“Is this the place?”

“No, this is breakfast.” Mera chuckled, “once you eat, we will go and see your surprise.”

“Fine.”

And so the fluffy pancakes arrived, and Keigo ate them rather quickly, amazed at never having such a strange treat before. Mera ate some of his own and soon with all the energy Keigo was bouncing up and down at his surprise. Maybe it was a bird, a big bird, one that he could take back and play with!

Or maybe he was going to the beach again, but it seemed too cold for that. So it couldn’t be that.

“What’re you so quiet for?”

Keigo snapped out of his thoughts, “huh?”

“We’re here.”

“Huh!” He looked directly out the window, eyes shining with curiosity and exuberance, “oh my god!”

Mera couldn’t help but smile, he glanced at the mirror to see Hawks bouncing in his seat, “can I go on the rollercoaster?!”

“Of course.” Mera parked the car and walked out, but before he could get the door for Keigo, it shot open and he flew out, wings flapping rather quickly as he twirled around the air next to Mera.

“Mr. Mera lets go! Let’s go!” Keigo dropped back onto the ground running toward the direction of the gates, Mera jogged behind him before slowing his pace.

He could start to feel the negative feelings build-up, what if something went wrong? What if something bad happened? What if it was too cold? What if Keigo didn’t have a good time? What if—

“Mr. Mera! The lady said she needs our tickets!”

Mera snapped out of it, he picked his pace up again and pulled out his phone, flashing the screen so the woman could scan them, she thanked them and Keigo was given the go-ahead and he charged for the very first roller coaster.

He stopped turning to Mera, “I can’t get on without you.”

“No, you’re tall enough, go ahead.” Mera smiled at him, looking at the attendant. Suddenly, Keigo got shy, holding onto Mera’s leg, the small-signal sending alarms through Mera’s head, anxiety and worry, “what’s wrong?”

Keigo held on tighter, “n-nothing, I just don’t wanna go alone.”

Mera felt his worries subside, although he wasn’t excited to get on the ride, “well, let’s go tough guy.”

The two of them went on, Mera feeling woozy just from the thought of the wild ride he was to anticipate. Once set and ready, the bar locked them in and the rollercoaster took off, he closed his eyes shut-- never really being a fan of heights himself.

“Woohoo!” Keigo yelled next to him, Mera slowly unscrewed his eye, turning to the boy next to him whose arms were up in the air with pure, exhilarating joy. Mera felt his own worries seep away, simply basking in Keigo’s excitement.

In a matter of moments, the ride came to an end and it was onto the next.

“Let's go! Let's go! Haunted house!”

Mera sighed, his body bumbling forward by the pull of the young boy. Keigo giggled, tugging him toward the looming haunted house, ominous as it was glaring daggers at the pair.

“Are you sure? It looks spooky.”

“I’m no chicken!” He announced arms crossed across his chest.

“Are you sure?” Mera furrowed his brows, “you sure you’re not a chicken?”

Keigo nodded, “I am a Hawk! And Hawks aren’t scared of anything!”

Mera patted his head, walking to the entrance of the ride before hopping aboard with Keigo at his side.

The ride was pitch black, with some glow-in-the-dark paint and jumpscares from animatronics. He felt Keigo clutch his arm, squeezing tight every time one of the monsters got a bit too close. Mera felt some relief wash over him, as though he were happy he was still a kid afraid of the monsters under the bed and not some robot made by the Hero Commission.

The ride came to an end, the old car coming to a rickety stop, Mera glanced down at Keigo whose feathers were ruffled and pointed. The poor boy hopped out of the car and stood at the exit, bouncing between his feet and looking nervously at the ride.

“Aw, it wasn’t that bad.” Mera bent to his height, “come on, let's go on a few more.”

He nodded slowly, taking the hand of his caretaker before slowly forgetting the scary haunts of the coaster.

The pair went on a few more roller coasters before the inevitable rumble of Keigo’s stomach interrupted the festivities.

“You hungry?” Mera asked, Keigo sitting atop his shoulders.

“Maybe a little.”

“Well,” Mera looked around, “there are all sorts, pick whatever you want.”

The future hero chewed his lip, looking between the different array of stalls and food carts, “what's that?” He pointed at the food booth with a giant turkey leg lit up as decoration.

“Turkey leg! You wanna try?”

“Mmhmm!” Keigo nodded excitedly, his mouth already watering at the thought of such a delicacy.

Mera walked to the stall, standing in line behind the others, contemplating if the giant turkey leg would be enough for the young boy. Before he knew it, he was next in line and he ordered two giant turkey legs and two lemonades. The pair stood by the side, waiting for their order.

Keigo bounced up and down on his shoulders, overexcited, “Keigo, careful I’ll fall over.”

“Sorry, Mr. Mera.”

Their order was called out, and the two of them collected their turkey legs and lemonades. Keigo ate ravenously, enough for Mera to take him off his shoulders so he didn’t drop any crumbs in his hair.

After their meal, they hopped on a few more coasters, even a merry-go-round that Mera was not fond of. He called the commission on updates but overall spent the time worrying if Keigo was having fun.

“Funnel Cake?”

Mera turned to Keigo, his attention pulled away from his phone call, “hmm?”

“Funnel Cake!” Keigo ran off toward the stall, Mera following behind with a quick goodbye on the phone.

Another hour went by, and they played a few games winning some and losing some. Mera held a small plush, while Keigo ran with one of his own his exact height.

Another few hours, and the sun began to go down, orange dusting the sky as families and others began to leave. Mera was now holding both plushies, leading Keigo toward the Ferris wheel. After a short wait, the two climbed into their own stall, the ride began to move. The sun had fallen below the Earth, and the moon began to crawl up the sky.

The Ferris wheel hit its prime, and then began the firework show, colors of blue and red, yellow and orange dancing in bright strides. Keigo gasped, his large eyes reflecting the explosions in all their majesty. The pure look of joy on his face shone even brighter than the fireworks as the ride began to climb down.

Mera felt a still, tranquility.

Keigo looked at him, all the world’s admiration in his eyes.

Mera smiled softly, a small yawn emitting from the young boy, a hand going up to rub the tired tears from his eyes. Keigo opened the booth door, dragging his feet out slowly, it was nearly his bedtime, Mera thought.

They made a quick stop at the bathroom, Mera waiting for him outside. Keigo walked out of the bathroom, another yawn escaping him, Mera bent down and Keigo outstretched his arms, a small sign that he wanted to be held, to be picked up. Mera picked him up, Keigo's arms wrapped around his neck and in a moment he fell asleep.

He placed one arm under him, and the other on his back, clutching the plushies with his hand. He made his way out, walking with the other groups as they exited. Mera smiled at the parents surrounding him, their own children fast asleep in their strollers.

He got to the car, opening the door, and placing Keigo in the booster seat, and the plushies right next to him. He buckled him in, reaching for the blanket he brought for this moment, tucking him in before getting in and driving back toward the commission.

He repeated the whole process, carrying Keigo and his plushies to his room, taking off his shoes and tucking the young boy in. Mera’s own exhaustion began to overwhelm him, knowing he had a lot of work waiting for him at home.

He turned, taking one last look at the boy before making his exit and leaving.

“... and I never got to thank you for that.”

Mera found himself speechless, simply staring at the hero. Completely taken aback at what was just said.

“You were always there for me, old man, you don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Hawks smiled, head cocking to the side with a pleasant smile on his face.

Mera nodded, “oh.”

“Oh.”

The meal had ended, Hawks paid and the two had left. Hawks picked him up, flying him with difficult directions to his apartment. After a rickety landing and childish bickering, they landed. Hawks stopping in front of the door to the complex.

“Thanks.” Mera smiled, “I.. I’m proud of you.”

Hawks smiled, “thank you, Mr. Mera.”

And with a sudden spontaneity, Hawks reached out, pulling Mera into a hug. The familiar feeling of home overcame him, not wanting to let go. Mera froze, before quickly hugging him back.

“Keep making me proud, Keigo.”

Hawks smiled, “I promise.”

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Dent in the Wall

“Get out of my apartment! Go, get out!” You didn’t even care the oil from the pan dripped onto the floor, pointing toward the door in a fit of anger.

“You’re being irrational, she’s just a colleague.” His voice was flat as usual, once again he tried using his unwavering flatness like he was in the right because he wasn’t yelling.

“I literally saw the messages Shouta, I have them on my phone, she’s not just a colleague, you don’t sleep with your colleagues!”

“Oh come on, you know Hizashi uses my phone sometimes.”

“How does that make any fucking sense, just get out! We’re done!” You scoffed, ready to throw the pan at his head.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing his jacket and pulling his hair back, “you need to calm down, I’ll give you some space.”

“No! Just go, I don’t want to see you anymore!”

“You don’t mean that, I’ll see you later this week.” He opened the door, half-stepping out, “stop making a mess on the floor, you’re the one who’s gonna clean it.”

“Get out!” You threw the pan, and he quickly slipped out, it made a bang as it hit the wall near the door and slapped onto the ground.

You toppled to the ground soon after, cupping your head with your hands as the tears flowed out. This always happened, it was good, it was great— and then he would do something, he’d throw you into a spiral and then make you regret anything you’d done, then he’d come back and fix it, and you’d be there with him again. He would pick the pieces up and hold you like nothing else mattered. The cycle went on and on, and you never made an effort to stop it.

This time would be different, you were gonna stop it. You were done with his shit. You were done with the late nights, the missed calls, the sleeping around— he couldn’t fix it anymore. There was a dent in your wall now, and it would serve as a reminder.

You wiped your eyes, you knew complaining to your friends wouldn’t change anything, they wouldn’t believe you. You texted them anyway, letting them know you were done for good this time. They replied with their usual skepticism, could you blame them?

But you were serious this time.

You looked over at the dent in the wall, eyes on it with tight concentration, you wouldn’t let him back in.

And so, you cleaned up the oil, replaying every word he said to you, scrubbing the floors harder and harder as you concentrated on this.

The next day you got a haircut, you put his things in a box, and you went for coffee with friends. You blocked his number, and deleted your conversations.

“Finally!” Fuyumi laughed, “I mean remember that time he made you wait for him in the rain just for him not to show up?”

“Or what about that time he told you not to wear a particular dress because he didn’t want the other heroes to get,” and Yu put quotations around it, “the wrong idea.”

You felt the embarrassment tug at you, “I can’t believe I let myself get dragged for this long.”

“Oh babe, it happens to all of us, remember that guy? The one where I paid his rent for five months?” Yu put a hand on yours, “we’re just glad you’re finally done with him.”

Fuyumi nodded, “hero or not, he made you feel so alone, like no one else could be there for you. He hurt you. It hurt to watch you live through that.”

You wiped at a stray tear, they were right, it was hell living through it— you didn’t want to do that to yourself again.

So the days went on, and slowly you started gaining your confidence back. You felt his words begin to fade into the background, the cold shoulders, the perfume, the sleepless nights— they were white noise. You even started seeing someone new.

He held you like you were delicate, like if he let go you would break. He cooked for you, he massaged your back. His family loved you. He even offered to patch the dent in your wall, to which you declined— you dare not let that reminder leave.

He was never late, he never made you cry unless you were laughing too hard. He made you breakfast and you always woke up together, he made sure you knew where you stood with him.

“Tensei, have you seen my shoes?” You looked under the couch, peaking around the fabric.

“Your sandals?”

“Yeah,” you turned to him, “I thought they were on the shoe rack by the door but they’re not.”

“I think they’re in the bathroom.”

You walked to the bathroom and— there they were, under the sink and ready to be worn.

“Did you clean them for me?” You asked smiling, back in the livingroom with the pair in your hand.

He smiled back cheekily, “maybe.”

“Oh my god,” you walked back to him, planting a kiss on his lips, settling into his lap, “you’re too sweet to me.”

“I’m paying back the favor,” he rubbed your back, “you ran errands for me yesterday while I visited Tenya at school.”

“It was the least I could do.” You admired his features, firm and hopeful as he admired you back.

“We should get going, we don’t wanna be late for brunch.”

You nodded, “yup, I know how Yu can get when you keep her waiting too long.”

Tensei laughed as you got the door for him, you glanced at the dent, moving on to brunch.

“I’m telling you, she was a partier in college, why do you think she’s such a homebody now?” Fuyumi put a hand on your shoulder and you rolled your eyes.

Tensei laughed with his eyes sealed shut, “I’m sorry, I just can’t see it!”

“Get a bottle of Awamori from Okinawa in her hands and I’m telling you— she’ll black out and wake up on the roof of a penthouse.” Yu chimed in, holding her chest as she recalled a particular night where you pulled a Hangover.

“I’m not that girl anymore, I have a 401K and my own apartment, just thinking of tequila gives me a fucking headache.” You chuckled, “although our summer in Okinawa was probably our best.”

“Take her to Okinawa, I swear you won’t regret it.” Fuyumi laughed, she tipped her head back and finished the mimosa.

Yu winked, “but the party days were fun, I mean they always are until you get mixed up with the wrong guy.”

You groaned, “don’t remind me, it’s embarrassing.”

“I try not to think about it either.” Fuyumi massaged her forehead. The three of you almost fell back with laughter.

In those fleeting moments, he admired your features, watching as the sun kissed you, he couldn’t imagine a future without you.

On the way back, he dropped you off at your apartment, letting you know he was staying with his family that night to help his mom with something back home.

“Text me when you get home.” You leaned in and kissed him, walking into the building and turning to wave one last goodbye as the car drove off.

He even waited until you were safe inside your apartment.

You stretched your arms, it was around nine o’clock at night now, after brunch the two of you decided to go for a walk in the park and then stayed for hours.

You walked into your apartment, unlocking your door and kicking your shoes off. You were exhausted, it was a nice and fulfilling day but now you wanted to take a hot bath.

“Nice dress.” You heard from the kitchen.

You froze in your steps, looking to the source of the noise. It was him. He was back. What was he doing here? How did he get in?

“You blocked my number,” he took a sip of water from the glass in his hand, “you know you were right; I was an asshole. I honestly was shocked that you really let me out of your life, I mean I guess I should’ve seen it coming, I mistreated you over and over. It was a rational decision.”

You just stared at him, unblinking as he finished his water. He went on.

“You didn’t change your lock though, and I still have your key. Do you still have my things? I just came to get my box, I’ve moved into the dorms on campus with my students, so those are my late nights now. I’ve also came to return your key.”

What should you do? Your eyes followed him, as he dropped the key on the counter and walked past you— why couldn’t you move? What was stopping you?

“Are you seeing anyone?”

You turned around, mouth glued shut as he rummaged the hallway closet before finding a white office box with his name written on it.

“I’ve got it. Thanks for not burning it.” He smiled a bit, it dropped as he turned his attention to the door.

It had been eight months. Eight months.

You felt your eyes water, hands began to turn into fists as he looked at you with his hair pulled back— he looked completely clueless.

You rushed him, pulling the box from his hands and collapsing into his chest, hands gripping his shirt as you sobbed into his chest, “I’m so sorry.”

He looked just as beautiful as he did the night you kicked him out.

For a moment he froze, before wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back, “what was that?”

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have blocked you! I miss you so much, I can’t do this— I just—“

“Shh.” He whispered, “I’m here now, I’m here now.”

You sniffled, “I just miss you so much.”

“I missed you too.” He mumbled, “now come on, let’s go back to bed.”

You nodded, “okay, yeah.”

You followed him to bed, letting him touch you and kiss you, holding you close as he pulled you against him. He whispered words of love into your ear, words you could feel down to your bones. He rubbed circles onto your back, reminding you that in this whole wide world— you were his.

Your hands roamed his torso, every scar having been burned into your mind. You were in love with him, it didn’t matter what he did, he always came home to you. He had come home, after months— he came back to you.

“I told you you wouldn’t find anyone else like me.” He whispered to you through sly teeth. You buried your head in his chest, he was right.

You fell asleep, letting yourself melt into his body.

You woke up alone the next morning, hand outstretched to his side as you let out a sigh. Was last night a dream? Did that really happen? Did you get drunk and imagine it? Was it a vivid hallucination?

You pushed yourself to his side, bunching up the sheets and smelling him, eyes closed— no, he was really there.

You got out of bed, pushing your sore body up and letting your bare feet touch the floor. You didn’t bother checking your phone, instead walking toward the door of the bedroom.

You wandered into the livingroom, you blinked in amazement— he was still here. He was by your door, rubbing his hand over your dent.

“I fixed your wall.” He looked back at you, noticing your entrance, “that dent was still there for some reason.”

He chuckled, “but now it’s good as new— almost like it didn’t happen.”

You smiled, “right, like it didn’t happen.”

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