Mirror Me

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             He jerked at my question like I had just attempted to hit him or something... he removed his arm from the back of the couch placing it in his lap.

"I don't want sex from you!" He snapped.

I felt a bit hurt, was I ugly or something... "Isn't that what all guys want?" I asked.

"Jesus, you're so one sided...." He chuckled.

I truly wondered what was his problem, most guys would take that statement like it was a golden ticket to the Chocolate Factory.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I scoffed.

He gave me a relaxed look, Eyelids low, slow blanks. Was he doing it on purpose? I looked away from him crossing my arms.

"I think I'm fucking reasonable."

He only smirked, A knock sounded at the door and I stood up. I looked through the peephole. A Boy with a brown bag in his had stood at the door. I opened it.

"T-that will be $20.45.." he staggered. I looked back into the apartment, Hitoshi was nowhere to be found.

"Hey..." The boy called me. I turned back to face him. "C-can I-I have your number?" He asked and before I could answer back an arm reached over my head.

I looked up to see Hitoshi staring down at me. He took the bag and handed the Kid the money. "She's taken." He closed the door in the Boy's face.

What the fuck?

                    
                     𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂

A girl was kinda pissed. The delivery boy was quite cute. And Hitoshi just slammed the door in his face.

I narrowed my eyes at the bruised man as I ate my noodles. I just wondered why he did it.

"Something wrong with your meal Y/N?"

"I don't know, is there?" I mocked, I didn't mean to come off as rude but I couldn't help it.

He smirked at me, giving me that low eyed look again, I really started to hate it. He tapped the tips of his fingers onto the wooden table.

"Okayyyy, Y/N what's the problem?" He sighed.

"Why'd you do it?" I shot out not wasting a second. "The door? Or the bridge?" He Asked. "All of it." I answered back.

He placed his chopsticks down, "I'm a Hero aren't I?"

"Underground Hero. You guys stay on the low, you said it yourself you prefer it that way."

He hummed in response. "Maybe I just didn't wanna see a girl take her life. That's not what I worked for."

"Then what are you trying to prove? Hero or not I'm a stranger-'' he cut me off.

"And yet that woman still yelled, those cars honked, And you were a stranger to them as well...'' I bit the inside of my cheek, he was right. They honked, they yelled, they told me to stop to have dinner with them tonight and I ignored them. "Y/N you don't want to die.'' I was baffled by his statement.

"Don't tell me what I want.'' I stated harshly. He had no right to tell me what I wanted for myself.

"People don't hesitate when they want to die. They get it over with, I watched you. You stood for ten minutes straight not even swaying a foot over the bars. You're just a confused, and angry girl... you don't want to take your life. You're mad because people are stopping you from living it.'' He clarified.

My eyes started to water. He doesn't know me. He doesn't know how long I've been suffering. This isn't fair. It never was fair. I stood up from the table. "Where am I sleeping tonight.'' My voice cracked as I spoke.

"My room, lock the door if it makes you more comfortable.'' I shook my head once and quickly left, I didn't want to break down in front of a stranger because they told me the truth. I didn't want to look weak. I shut the door behind me.

What's this guy's quirk... why can he control me?

Why did he know I truly didn't want to jump...

What did he mean by "Scramble their brain?" 

I sat on the bed and bawled up, there were no cats to comfort me. No music to lullaby me to sleep. No one. So I used my sobs instead...