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The Other - SEQUEL (Todoroki Enji x Reader)

THE OTHER: SEQUEL

Warnings:  Unhealthy Relationships, Sensitive Subjects

Him

I found you.

It took me three and a half years, but I found you. You've done well hiding from me all this time, [Y/L/N] [Y/N], but enough is enough. The folder with your location is lying in front of me, but I hesitate. Mixed feelings flash through me: anger, betrayal, longing, and more anger. I'm furious. I will never forgive you.

A part of me wants to destroy these documents, burn them to the core. To destroy the ashes, to erase any trace that they ever existed. Yet another part of me trembles in anticipation. I want to know where you are. No. I need to know where you are. I reach out and pull the folder closer.

A knock on the door makes me shudder; I almost forgot where I am. An intern mumbles something incoherent, but I don't want to hear it. I glare at him and tell him to come back later. The door closes, and my attention is back on you.

I slowly open the folder, almost forgetting to breathe, and begin reading.

With every page, the increasing rage burns me from the inside. Understanding that I am still at the agency is the only thing keeping me from losing my sanity. You abandoned your life, your career, me... what for? To live as an outsider in a genkai shuraku? I close my eyes and take a deep, loud breath. The pages crumble in my grip, and I struggle to relax my fingers.

When the video of you declaring your resignation as a pro hero stirred the media, I thought I was hallucinating. Being a pro was your dream. Our dream. And you threw it away like it meant nothing. How could you, [Y/N]? You did a remarkable job misleading the press and making everyone believe you left the country. Your mother was no help, making me believe it as well... almost. The destructive idea that you were still near tormented me. I was not wrong.

My body tenses, causing waves of sharp pain to pulse through every inch of me. For a moment, I set aside the hefty envelope and lean back in my chair. Photographs. The last section of the report and the most nerve-wracking. After a couple of deep breaths and a glass of chilled water, I open the envelope.

I don't know how long I sat at my desk, going from one photo to the other, trying to find any signs of regret for what you've done, any signs of sadness, suffering... but the content look on your face tells a different story. Unforgivable. My jaw tenses painfully as I look up.

The next thing I know, the sun is down, and the agency falls deceitfully silent.

I glance at the clock. Eight hours. This is how long I've spent studying your file, which seems insignificant compared to how long I've been looking for you. I've waited too long, and I'm not willing to wait even a second longer.

As I walk out of the office, the same intern springs out of my way.

"Where is everyone?"

The intern's stuttering is frustrating, but I manage to gather that there's been an attack at Central Park.

"Why was I not informed?" The boiling rage inside me finally has its release. The look of unearthed fear in the intern's eyes is comforting.

"Endeavor-san," the voice of my secretary penetrates through the haze. "We tried to let you know, but you weren't responding." The way her chin trembles as she speaks tells me how terrified she is. "I took the liberty and sent our number-one team to the crime scene." Fidgeting, she waits for my reply.

"Well done." I say and make my way to the exit. "Text me the coordinates... and Haru," I look straight into the dark eyes of the elder woman. Her eyes twitch behind her thick-rimmed glasses as she looks at me with the loyalty of a dog. "There's a list with instructions on my desk. Proceed without delay."