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  Heaving for breath, you try to stand your ground. Your knees tremble, begging for you to stop for just a moment. Your hair is messy, and some of it sticks to your face due to sweat and blood. Your eyes narrow in challenge, anger, anticipation; even as blood drips down your chin and onto your hero costume. You ready yourself, raising your arms in a fighting stance. This villain is tough, but you'd be damned if anyone got killed.
  What you didn't notice are your allies worried eyes on you. You had overdone yourself a long time ago. One more blow, and they weren't sure you'd make it. They weren't surprised though. Even as a UA student, you were resilient to no end. You trained and trained until your body gave out from under you. Stubborn. You were so stubborn. Why'd you have to so goddamn stubborn?

    The villain was about to turn. He was going to wipe you straight off of your feet. If nothing happened, you would die. You were going to die. Die.

  And there's no coming back from that... No matter how stubborn you are.

  "(Y/n)," I call. You had to stop. Stop. Someone had to stop you. Something crosses across your face. An emotion I can't really name. I guess I'd have to ask you later. You shake your head wearily.

  "No," you demand. You know. You know I would tell you to stop. You know I would beg you, so you try to stop it before it happened. But I don't want you to die. To leave. To go somewhere I can't follow. Somewhere I can't protect you. You were tough, but you were an idiot. I don't want you to die, but that doesn't make this any easier.

  "(Y/n)," I start again, voice trembling, "Go home and don't come back until the fight is over."

  My heart drops as your face goes blank. I'm so sorry. Your posture straightens. Without a word, you leave. I watch you for a moment before returning to fighting. It didn't end well. It ended bloody. But, honestly, I'd rather it be them than you.

                                                                                                    *~*~*

   When I return home, you aren't there. I search everywhere. Every corner of the house. From the darkest part of the basement, to the highest point of the roof. You aren't there, but part of me wants to believe you're hiding. However, when I'm done searching the house, it's obvious you aren't.

  The town is my next choice. Cafes, restaurants, gas stations, motels, your friends' houses. It feels like I check every building in the area. But I still haven't found you. Am I looking hard enough? With you still gone, it was hard to believe I am. Days go by. I can't find you. Not a single trace. Nothing.

  Obviously, my order had long worn off.

  To keep myself from losing you, I lost you. I'm not sure which loss would've been more painful.

                                                                                                    *~*~*

  America. That's how far I went to find you. America. Half way across the world.

  It felt a little crazy to know I'd do it again. Even four more times if you asked me to.

  I think I found you. It's where your mother lives. You grew up here. As much as you think I didn't, I listened when you told me. It's late. Late enough for the world to be just a little quieter, but never silent. Never silent. I knock on the door. My heart is bouncing around in my chest, and I almost can't take it. I feel like I'm suffocating. I feel like there's no air.

  But then the door opens.

    And there you are.

  And everything stops.

  My heart stops painfully jumping, my lungs stops begging for air. My head stops pounding. My thoughts stops in their tracks. The noise stops being noisy. And I swear the Earth stops turning.

  I hadn't seen you in so long. Given, it could've been much, much longer. I'm glad it wasn't. Two months without you felt like a lifetime. You don't look surprised to see me, but my name does fall from your lips. You look like you want to cry. You look like you want to punch me in the face. You look like you want to wrap me in your arms. Maybe I was just hopeful you would want anything to do with me.

  I want to try and explain, but nothing comes out when I open my mouth. I think the same thing happens to you because you stand in open-mouthed silence. Finally, you break the silence.

  "You promised," you choke out, "You- you promised, Shinsou..."

  I feel like climbing to the roof of your house only to jump off when I hear this. I feel like doing it even more when tears start to fall from your eyes. You hate crying in front of people. You hate it. But for some reason, you don't bother to wipe them away. I start to wonder if you even notice that you're crying.

  "I know," I breathe out. You laugh bitter sweetly, but that was it. There was nothing else to say. Sorry wouldn't be near enough, and forgiveness didn't seem possible. I promised. I promised a long time ago. And I broke it.

                                                                                                    *~*~*

  "Whoa, Shinsou-kun! You're quirk is so cool!" You watch in awe as your brother hands back your notebook he took. He gives you a weird look, but smiles nonetheless. It was the first time anyone had ever said that. You were the first one.

    The two of you went back to studying. It was simple history. The current chapter was on an ex-hero who used his quirk on another hero: his best friend. You couldn't imagine ever doing that to Shinsou. You don't think you could ever bring yourself to fight Shinsou with your quirk unless it was for sparring purposes.

  "Shinsou." You take his hand in yours. "Let's promise to never use our quirks on each other!"

  Shinsou smiles at you, shaking your hand firmly.

  "Promise!"

                                                                                                  *~*~*

    "If I hadn't- If I hadn't told you, you would've died, (Y/n)." You would have died. You wouldn't be in front of me right now. I think this is an explination, but you just look angry.

  "But it's okay if anyone else dies!?" you shout. That's not what I mean, and you know it. I didn't say that.

  "I didn't say that," I plead. You just sigh. You're going to turn away. To close the door, and leave me. You weren't going to come back. I don't know what else to tell you. I don't think I have anything left to say.

  "I love you."

    I didn't mean to say it. It came out on its own. That didn't make it any less true, though. I do love you. More than anything. I just wish you would realize.

  You freeze in the doorway. This shocks you. It's not surprising. It shocks me too. You stare at me with wide, scared eyes. Tell me you love me too. You don't need to forgive me, but tell me you love me too. Tears prick your eyes again. I don't want you to cry. Your eyes move from mine to the ground. Your shoulders hunch over. You rest your head against the doorway for a moment, breathing in deeply. I'm about to give up on a response.

  I look behind me, not wanting to leave. Suddenly, your arms are thrown around me. They're tight, but I don't want it another way. I feel like I'm finally home. You hide your face in the crook of my neck. The chilly air had made your nose red and cold, but I didn't mind. I gently place my hands on the small of your back. I was never the best at hugs. I was still learning from you.

  "I love you too, Shinsou."

Description

  Heaving for breath, you try to stand your ground. Your knees tremble, begging for you to stop for just a moment. Your hair is messy, and some of it sticks to your face due to sweat and blood. Your eyes narrow in challenge, anger, anticipation; even as blood drips down your chin and onto your hero costume. You ready yourself, raising your arms in a fighting stance. This villain is tough, but you'd be damned if anyone got killed.
  What you didn't notice are your allies worried eyes on you. You had overdone yourself a long time ago. One more blow, and they weren't sure you'd make it. They weren't surprised though. Even as a UA student, you were resilient to no end. You trained and trained until your body gave out from under you. Stubborn. You were so stubborn. Why'd you have to so goddamn stubborn?

    The villain was about to turn. He was going to wipe you straight off of your feet. If nothing happened, you would die. You were going to die. Die.

  And there's no coming back from that... No matter how stubborn you are.

  "(Y/n)," I call. You had to stop. Stop. Someone had to stop you. Something crosses across your face. An emotion I can't really name. I guess I'd have to ask you later. You shake your head wearily.

  "No," you demand. You know. You know I would tell you to stop. You know I would beg you, so you try to stop it before it happened. But I don't want you to die. To leave. To go somewhere I can't follow. Somewhere I can't protect you. You were tough, but you were an idiot. I don't want you to die, but that doesn't make this any easier.

  "(Y/n)," I start again, voice trembling, "Go home and don't come back until the fight is over."

  My heart drops as your face goes blank. I'm so sorry. Your posture straightens. Without a word, you leave. I watch you for a moment before returning to fighting. It didn't end well. It ended bloody. But, honestly, I'd rather it be them than you.

                                                                                                    *~*~*

   When I return home, you aren't there. I search everywhere. Every corner of the house. From the darkest part of the basement, to the highest point of the roof. You aren't there, but part of me wants to believe you're hiding. However, when I'm done searching the house, it's obvious you aren't.

  The town is my next choice. Cafes, restaurants, gas stations, motels, your friends' houses. It feels like I check every building in the area. But I still haven't found you. Am I looking hard enough? With you still gone, it was hard to believe I am. Days go by. I can't find you. Not a single trace. Nothing.

  Obviously, my order had long worn off.

  To keep myself from losing you, I lost you. I'm not sure which loss would've been more painful.

                                                                                                    *~*~*

  America. That's how far I went to find you. America. Half way across the world.

  It felt a little crazy to know I'd do it again. Even four more times if you asked me to.

  I think I found you. It's where your mother lives. You grew up here. As much as you think I didn't, I listened when you told me. It's late. Late enough for the world to be just a little quieter, but never silent. Never silent. I knock on the door. My heart is bouncing around in my chest, and I almost can't take it. I feel like I'm suffocating. I feel like there's no air.

  But then the door opens.

    And there you are.

  And everything stops.

  My heart stops painfully jumping, my lungs stops begging for air. My head stops pounding. My thoughts stops in their tracks. The noise stops being noisy. And I swear the Earth stops turning.

  I hadn't seen you in so long. Given, it could've been much, much longer. I'm glad it wasn't. Two months without you felt like a lifetime. You don't look surprised to see me, but my name does fall from your lips. You look like you want to cry. You look like you want to punch me in the face. You look like you want to wrap me in your arms. Maybe I was just hopeful you would want anything to do with me.

  I want to try and explain, but nothing comes out when I open my mouth. I think the same thing happens to you because you stand in open-mouthed silence. Finally, you break the silence.

  "You promised," you choke out, "You- you promised, Shinsou..."

  I feel like climbing to the roof of your house only to jump off when I hear this. I feel like doing it even more when tears start to fall from your eyes. You hate crying in front of people. You hate it. But for some reason, you don't bother to wipe them away. I start to wonder if you even notice that you're crying.

  "I know," I breathe out. You laugh bitter sweetly, but that was it. There was nothing else to say. Sorry wouldn't be near enough, and forgiveness didn't seem possible. I promised. I promised a long time ago. And I broke it.

                                                                                                    *~*~*

  "Whoa, Shinsou-kun! You're quirk is so cool!" You watch in awe as your brother hands back your notebook he took. He gives you a weird look, but smiles nonetheless. It was the first time anyone had ever said that. You were the first one.

    The two of you went back to studying. It was simple history. The current chapter was on an ex-hero who used his quirk on another hero: his best friend. You couldn't imagine ever doing that to Shinsou. You don't think you could ever bring yourself to fight Shinsou with your quirk unless it was for sparring purposes.

  "Shinsou." You take his hand in yours. "Let's promise to never use our quirks on each other!"

  Shinsou smiles at you, shaking your hand firmly.

  "Promise!"

                                                                                                  *~*~*

    "If I hadn't- If I hadn't told you, you would've died, (Y/n)." You would have died. You wouldn't be in front of me right now. I think this is an explination, but you just look angry.

  "But it's okay if anyone else dies!?" you shout. That's not what I mean, and you know it. I didn't say that.

  "I didn't say that," I plead. You just sigh. You're going to turn away. To close the door, and leave me. You weren't going to come back. I don't know what else to tell you. I don't think I have anything left to say.

  "I love you."

    I didn't mean to say it. It came out on its own. That didn't make it any less true, though. I do love you. More than anything. I just wish you would realize.

  You freeze in the doorway. This shocks you. It's not surprising. It shocks me too. You stare at me with wide, scared eyes. Tell me you love me too. You don't need to forgive me, but tell me you love me too. Tears prick your eyes again. I don't want you to cry. Your eyes move from mine to the ground. Your shoulders hunch over. You rest your head against the doorway for a moment, breathing in deeply. I'm about to give up on a response.

  I look behind me, not wanting to leave. Suddenly, your arms are thrown around me. They're tight, but I don't want it another way. I feel like I'm finally home. You hide your face in the crook of my neck. The chilly air had made your nose red and cold, but I didn't mind. I gently place my hands on the small of your back. I was never the best at hugs. I was still learning from you.

  "I love you too, Shinsou."