ℂ𝕌ℝ𝕊𝔼 {𝕀𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕪𝕒 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣}

𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓸

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        Screams were the only thing he could
hear, being both his own and his girlfriend's
alike alongside everyone else's. He swore
that the burning of his throat was as hot as
the flames of the man who started to
approach him. The man who failed to do his
job, essentially, and let this man die.

        The man who gave him everything, and
the one who didn't shun him when he had
nowhere to go after getting Seijun pregnant
at such a young age.

        And now, that asshole who others
called a "hero" carried his corpse.

        "DAD! NO!" Seijun screamed as she ran
over to the so-called hero.

        He ran after her with wide, teary eyes, focused
on the dead man, feeling a pit in his stomach. It was
some strange mix of emotions that he had never
experienced before. It was an odd blend of sadness,
grief, and especially, anger. Hatred, really.

        How could such a top-rank hero fail so badly?

        The hero simply deployed the corpse into his
arms with a cold, dead, and careless expression. No
sympathy whatsoever was in his gaze, and it really
seemed as if he didn't care at all for the loss of this
man. It was only one person after all, right?

        "He has no pulse. He didn't make it."

        Just as the flame hero started to walk away, he
heard the screams of the boy he had just seen behind him.

        "AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A HERO?! GO TO HELL!"

        Endeavour just kept walking without care for the
monster that would soon arise.

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        𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 upon hearing footsteps drawing closer, [Y/N]'s heart dropped down to her stomach and she felt like she would throw up. They were fairly steady at first, however, they quickened as they got closer. There was a pause, and the sound started to go in the opposite direction, followed by another pause, and quickened footsteps drawing in her direction.

        In the large amount of time that she had been laying under the bed trying to find the strength to keep moving, [Y/N] wished she had at least tried to move to get back into her room and hide the evidence of her transgressions.

        After only a moment, the footsteps led to directly in front of her, although it didn't seem like her location had been discovered.

        "[F/N]?! Are you in here?!" [D/N] shouted in a panic as he began to search around the room.

        [Y/N] held the phone loosely in one shaky hand and covered her mouth with the other, doing her best not to make even the sounds of her breathing too apparent. It pained her greatly, however, to even hold the phone and press her hand against her mouth. The wounds stung greatly, and the tears going down her left hand weren't making it any better.

        [D/N] paced around the room, looking for his daughter and his phone, starting to mutter things to himself.

        "She took my fucking phone and she could've run away... Hell she couldn't have gotten far, they were snapped in fucking half... If she called the police we'd have all been arrested already..."