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“Listen to your gut.” Those were the wise words Shouta’s old teacher used to say, and Shouta took that seriously all his life. He followed his instinct no matter the situation and it had gotten him this far. So really, there was no reason not to this time either.
Shouta should have seen the disaster from a mile away. Shouta did see the disaster a mile away. His instinct— his gut— knew and he could’ve prevented it if he had just paid attention.
But no. Damn feelings and damn denial always get in the way. Shouta is so stupid.
It’s lunch time. Hizashi, the usual enthusiast he is, is bouncing to the music blasting through his headphones. As far as Shouta knows from Hizashi’s long winded rants about proper song mixes, it’s pop with a mix of meme songs and country songs that makes Shouta want to rip out his hair.
“You know what would be fun, Eraser?” Hizashi perks suddenly. Shouta can’t even respond when the other begins to talk. “Teaming up again! It’s been so long.”
Shouta stays silent for a moment, contemplating the statement. “You’re right…. it has been a while.”
‘A while,’ meaning exactly 3 years ago. Let’s just say that sometimes you shouldn’t let a loud blond and a raccoon get in a fight while you’re trying to stay hidden.
“Exactly! It’ll be like old times my dude! Catching villains and beating up the baddies.” Hizashi sword fights Casper for a second before settling down and continuing to write on the paper he’s grading. Shouta raises his eyebrow. If it is going to be anything like the old times, it’ll be Shouta covering for whatever dumb shit Hizashi does.
“I don’t know…”
“Come on,” Hizashi drawls and elbows him in the side. “What do you say? Tomorrow? I know we both have night parol.”
“Mic, is it really a good idea? I mean, crime rates have been high lately, and it’s causing more violent and dangerous criminals to become confident.” Just last week, Shouta was reading on the news and saw that the crime rates had risen 15%, a humongous jump. It was difficult for pro-heroes to keep up with the demands and still keep from getting injured on duty. “It’s just not safe right now, especially since we both usually do hero work better alone.”
(It seemed important that he specified that it was hero work rather than other areas. While they were better heroes in their own fields by themselves, Shouta thought they definitely made a good team doing other things.)
“While you are right, I’m going to ignore that fact and make puppy dog eyes.” Hizashi begs and pulls said classic face, complete with huge round eyes and a pouty lip. “Please? Double the pros means double the power!” Hizashi’s muscles flex in an overdramatized way only he could pull off. Shouta can’t help but snort and roll his eyes.
“Hizashi,” Shouta says after Hizashi is done, tone serious and warning. “You know I haven’t been as reliable since the USJ incident, something could happen, and we could fail. I could fail, and it would be a disaster.”
There was that also. Not only was it dangerous to partner with someone you weren’t used to right now, it was dangerous because Shouta himself couldn’t trust himself to take care of two people. Sure it had been a while since the USJ attacks, but he still blamed himself for what had happened. If only he had been stronger…
It’s Hizashi’s turn to roll his eyes. “Okay, yes, but still… Come on, Sho, just this once? What are the chances of anything happening? Plus you still go out on patrol, so your quirk can’t be that unreliable!”
Yes that was true but still, Shouta can’t help the uneasiness that overwhelms his entire body. “Mic,” Shouta begins to protest.
“Pleaaase.”
Shouta can’t tell whether it is the way Hizashi looks at him, with eyes that were so big and beautiful or the way Hizashi’s hair is today or the way Shouta just can’t say no to him, but eventually he sighs.
“Fine. But I swear if something happens…” Shouta trails off, a million things that could go wrong flashing through his mind’s eye. “I don’t know, Mic. I just have a really bad feeling about this.”
Hizashi whisper-shouts a long “yesssss,” pumping his fist up and down. “It’ll be fine, I promise! See you tomorrow night, Eraser!”
A non-committal noise is made from Shouta and he looks down at his papers, trying to read the scraggle that is Mineta’s handwriting. Even though he’s annoyed and worried and the pit of his stomach is screaming at him, Shouta can’t help the affectionate eye roll and tiny smile that forms on his face. He ends up hiding it behind his scarf because damn it… fucking feelings.
~~~
They decide to meet on the corner of the street dubbed “average avenue” due to the low crime around here. Shouta hates the pull of his gut right now that’s worsening by the minute as Hizashi gets later and later without show. They hadn’t even begun yet, how was that even possible? This was one of, if not the safest place he could think of for a patrol route and still he’s worrying. God, it’s taking Hizashi a long time, way too long, maybe he should start looking—
Finally Shouta spots the bright yellow hair bounding up to him and he can feel the roaring panic dull to a small flame.
“Sorry I was late, Eraser! I was just getting us something.” Hizashi holds out a cup of coffee for Shouta as he sips his own.
As he gently takes the coffee (and screams internally at the gifting of much needed caffeine), Shouta mutters a quick thanks.
“No problem!” Hizashi winks. “So where are we off to first?”
Shouta points in the direction, sipping on his coffee— black. Just the way he likes it. The coffee makes his belly warm and his chest oddly feels the same. Hizashi was always sweet and got him things that he liked, but something about him knowing how Shouta takes his coffee, remembers him and gets it exactly right, makes his heart swell and his cheeks heat up. (Not that it was hard to get wrong, per say; black coffee was probably the easiest thing to get at a cafe.)
“Sweet!” Hizashi swings a leg out to take a step.
“‘Zashi, wait.”
“Hm?” He whirls around with his leg still out. “What?
Shouta feels his cheeks heat and he hides his face a little more in the scarf. It seems dumb in theory, but he knows that these streets aren’t like they used to be. “Stick close to me, alright? Don't try and run off on your own today…”
“Alright, alright I will.” Hizashi smiles at him. As much as he hates to admit it, Shouta could probably look at that smile all day, every day. God, this crush has got to go or he’s gonna go crazy. How has he survived these last 15 years? “Ready to go?”
Shouta swallows. “Yeah.”
“Alright!” Hizashi holds out hand to Shouta and… is that a blush or is it just from the cold? “…you know… just so you feel better and I don’t run off.”
Shouta stares at the hand then looks up to squint at the other. Eventually, hesitantly, Shouta takes Hizashi’s hand. He shouldn’t, it’s stupid and over the top and they are doing hero work but he just can’t help it. Plus it would help him feel better about the other going on his own. “…I’m only doing this to make sure, you know.” His stomach does backflips as Hizashi intertwines their fingers.
Hizashi laughs and clears his throat. “Y-yeah! Of course! Now off we go!
“Whatever…” Shouta manages to squeak out.
With that, they both start walking to their first point, not letting go of each other’s hands. It's weird, so weird, but it feels good and warm and so much safer with Hizashi’s fingers linked together with his, so he doesn’t pull away.
“Ok so,” Hizashi breaks the silence that had formed between them. “What kinda villains do you usually see around here?”
“Well, used to be pretty lowkey burglars, mostly desperate ones, but more recently we’ve been seeing more organized crime and a lot more violent and strong villains. Really, they’re more worthy of being called villains than burglars at this point.” Shouta doesn’t know what possesses him, but he suddenly felt the need to lightly squeeze the other’s hand. So that’s what he did.
If Hizashi notices the light squeeze, he doesn’t say anything about it (thank god), only raising an eyebrow during the conversation. “You think the League of Villains had something to do with it?
“Yeah, I do,” Shouta nods. They had been so active, it was hard to deny it. The only trigger that could have caused all of these attacks is their increasing appearances.
“Yeah, me too.” He sucks in a deep breath and blows a raspberry as they turn the corner. “Sucks that we can’t do more about them right now.”
“Yeah, well we’ve both been trying. I don’t know what else to do. I’ve even been working overtime to try to help.” A sudden sound from background noise startles him for a moment, and he instinctively grips Hizashi’s hand harder. A small black cat jumps out of the darkness and meows, bright emerald eyes peering at them curiously. Shouta’s heart goes soft as he bends down to pet it. How could he be scared of such a sweet creature? This jumpiness is going to cost him if it keeps going on.
When he comes back up to take Hizashi’s hand again, he finds that the other is softly smiling at him. Shouta hates the little flip his heart does. “Yeah, you’ve been working a lot recently. You deserve a break sometimes though, you know?” Cheeks heat once again as Shouta feels the fingers, intertwined with his own, tightening. “How long has it been since you had a day off, huh?”
Shouta thinks back to all the time he’s spent working and— he can barely remember. It takes a second but he finally plucks the memory out of his mind. “Hmph, probably that time you decided to work roller skates into your training routine and I, of all people, had to take a few hours off in order to get you to the hospital.”
“Really that long ago? Wow, I still owe you for that too!” Hizashi’s free hand strokes his chin for a moment before enthusiastically pointing towards the other. “Well guess what, dawg? You now have no choice! This Saturday you’re taking the day off and you’re gonna rest your pretty little head--” Hizashi goes to pat Shouta’s head but he suddenly freezes and pulls the hand back, clearing his throat. Shouta swears that’s a blush on his face.
Was he embarrassed by what he said? Probably. Was Shouta going to give him shit for it too? Absolutely. He softly snickers. “So, my head’s pretty now, is it?”
The blond man pulls his speaker as much as he can away from his neck and looks away. “Well—” Something seems to catch Hizashi’s eyes and he’s lunging towards him. “ERASER WATCH OUT!”
A flash of purple is all Shouta needs to see before he’s pulling Hizashi down with him, attempting to block the attack with his scarf. Shit, that was too close. They both whip their heads to the direction the object came from.
“What was that?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Shouta says slowly. He turns back to Hizashi. “But based on the attack, it was probably one of those newer villains I was telling you about— remember what I said, stick by me, okay?” Shouta takes both of Hizashi’s hands and looks straight through the other’s yellow glasses, right into his beautiful green eyes. He has to know Hizashi is hearing him. He doesn’t know how this will turn out but it can’t end badly. Shouta won’t let it end badly. “Promise me.”
It takes a moment but eventually Hizashi nods. The pit that's been growing in Shouta’s stomach grows a little more. “Ok ok, I won’t do anything.” A squeeze of hands is the only thing that vaguely assures him. “Now let’s go kick some villain butt!” The other offers one of his signature smiles and though he wants to, Shouta can’t find it within himself to smile back.
Shouta breathes for a moment, keeping his focus on his friend. He’s been a pro hero for, what, fifteen years now? This one measly little criminal shouldn’t have him scared but he feels the gurgle and squeeze of his chest and stomach. He knows what fear feels like, knows it deep in his heart that he’s so scared of this going wrong, of something happening. But the look Hizashi is giving him is desperate to get out into action and he can’t say no.
“...Okay. Alright let’s go,” Shouta says.
Hizashi gives a cheer then takes a step in the direction of where the flying object came from. “Hey yo!” He calls, beginning to approach the villain slowly. “Come out if you don’t want to get your ass beat!”
Shouta’s head shakes at the provoking comment, but he smiles. Classic Mic...
A young person, with sleek black hair and a jacket with so many spikes it could kill, steps out of the shadows. Their smile and chuckle is vicious and causes a shiver to rake up and down Shouta’s back. They all assume their fighting stances, Shouta making sure he was in a position that, if necessary, he could jump out in front of Hizashi and protect him.
“This guy doesn’t look too hard to take down,” Hizashi whispers.
“Remember not to underestimate him, Mic.” Shouta grimaces, scarf loosening and floating so he could easily use it. “Alright, do you want to take offense?”
“Of course!” Hizshai clears his throat, bracing to use his quirk against this new villain. “Don’t forget to cover your ears, Eraser.”
Shouta sighs and rolls his eyes but knows better than to not heed his warning. The ear plugs he only carries because of Hizashi are popped into his ears without a second thought. He remembers it clearly, buying them while on a spur of the moment shopping spree back when they first were becoming heroes. Hizashi was appalled at first, going to defend the control he possessed on his quirk, but after the only thing keeping Shouta from having permanent hearing loss were those ear plugs, he backed down on his criticism.
The villain raises their hand, a barrier of objects following the line. Hizahi braces as he uses his quirk against the villain, building a yell up to knock them down. Shouta knew what he was thinking, always one to underestimate danger like this. But, it would work. They had done this move before. Hizashi’s quirk would be enough to destroy the barrier as Shouta erased the person’s quirk right after they were in clear sight. Easy enough. To both of their surprise, however, the instant the sound waves hit the barrier, it’s absorbed.
“What the fuck?” Shouta only has a second to ponder the implications of their opponents quirk before his partner is gasping for a new breath of air. Then it all unfolds too fast.
An ugly scoff comes from the direction of the villain as they once again flick their wrist. The sharper and harder objects fly up and come crashing down.
“Mic, get down!” Shouta shouts, the sting in his eyes all too familiar as he engages his quirk to disable the villain. But, it’s too late. The villain had already been in the middle of creating another barrier right as he had engaged his quirk. They had covered themselves from his line of sight.
After a moment of both heros attempting to dodge and block the onslaught of glass bottles, pots, and vases, Shouta finally looks up at the new barrier, trying to see through it, with no avail. It’s in the formation of a spiked wall, quickly approaching his partner. Shouta feels a little useless, not being able to see and help by using his quirk. He dives, attempting to get in the way of the wall before it could hit his partner. It stings as he stumbles back and falls but it's better than having to see Hizashi get hit.
“ERASER!” Hizashi shouts, turning so he could see the other. Hizashi almost fires off his quirk to hit the barriers back from his partner, but at the last minute turns it back to an attack against the villain so as not to hit Shouta.
Finally after a moment, arms burning and eyes so dry, Shouta picks himself off the ground. He holds his head and he can feel the distinct and familiar stickiness of sweat and blood. God, it hurt like a son of a bitch, but otherwise he felt okay. “I’m fine… Let's go, but be careful.”
Hizashi hesitates before nodding, confirming even though he didn’t want to go any further. They don't really have any choice though. Shouta knows that if they both decided to flee either they would be caught in another attack or this whole neighborhood would be destroyed. They can’t let that happen.
Slowly, little by little, they both begin to get closer to the villain. Hizashi yells every chance he could to dismantle the attacks, Shouta trying every time to get the villain in his sight. Some yells were unsuccessful, causing Shouta to stumble towards Hizashi to defend him. As more and more cuts and forming bruises on both of them begin to arise, Shouta winces. God, that’s way more than he would like to see. They both have cuts and bruises, red oozing down from a huge gash in Shouta’s leg, and shit, it hurts so much. At least Hizashi looks better than himself. He wants to keep it that way. Eventually, though, they are only about 15 feet from the villain. Finally close enough for Shouta to get within a good eye shot of him.
“I’ve got this,” Hizashi mumbles, holding out his arm to block the other from lunging forward.
Even with the earplugs still snug in his ears, he can tell what the other is saying. “No, Mic, you can’t handle him alone,” Shouta shakes his head and grits his teeth. “They’re too dangerous. Look at us.”
Another barrier forms, this one Hizashi is able to shatter immediately. It seems the longer the villain fights, the less objects they’re able to pick up.
“Look, they’re getting weaker. I have this.” He winks. It’s clear he’s nervous. “I am also a pro after all.”
Shouta sighs. He wants to protest, to keep Hizashi back, away from the danger that is obviously right in front of them, but he leaps off before he can say a word.
Everything happens in slow motion. Hizashi yells. The villain shoots up a barrier. The quirk hits the barrier. Everything shatters and there are enough sharp edges that the villain pushes it forward. Hizashi yells again. Yells another time. Nothing is happening.
Oh god, nothing is happening.
Shouta pushes off, attempting to get in the way of the barrier. But it’s too late. The barrier hits them— both of them, sharp and hard and too fast to keep upright. They splatter against the concrete and Shouta can’t hear, can’t see, it’s way too dark. Distantly, he wonders if there should be any street lamps put in over here. Lamps, light— Mic, where is mic? Where is Hizashi? He pulls himself up enough to look around. “Mic?!” He yells. The villain’s laughing gets further and further away, haunting and bouncing in the walls until it’s gone.
Hizashi’s ears are ringing, and he hurts and shit the villain is getting away and— wow he can’t move, everything hurts.
“M-Mic! Mic, where are you?” Shouta calls into the darkness, attempting to pick himself back up. His hand reaches out, trying to touch, to feel something, anything. Instead, he gets a face full of debris and asfalt as he falls flat on the ground. Somehow, somewhere, his ears pick up the mangled, labored breaths. His eyes, no matter how much they hurt, are pried open for a second, but a second is all it takes to find his partner. With all the strength he can muster and his muscles burning like hell, Shouta crawls to Hizashi.
“E… Eraser?” Hizashi struggles to speak, the normally loud and vibrant sounds becoming raspy and barely even audible. Shouta’s heart aches. Fuck this is all his fault.
“Mic…” He still can’t see clearly, eyes still strained from his no good quirk use. His hands wander, trying to find the other’s hand. “Mic, are you okay?”
Shouta assumes that Hizashi still has his sense of vision as he reaches back and takes his hand. The wince and pain in Hizashi’s voice was louder than anything Shouta had heard in his life. “E-era- Sh-Shouta…” A tearful laugh of what could be considered relief follows. “You— I’m okay but you… are you? Okay?”
A string of curses tumbles out of his lips, not even bothering to answer the question. Leave it to Hizashi to be face to face with the grim reaper himself and still find it within him to think of others first. Shouta turns his body to where he assumes Hizashi’s body is and stretches out a free arm. Finally, he finds the face he was looking for and cups it gently. He cringes at the hot sticky feeling of what he could only assume was blood. “Mic… Hizashi, hang in there for me, okay?”
Then, he yells. He tilts his head as high as it can go and yells for help in the hopes another pro hero was around, that someone, anyone, was around, and to please find them, please help, they were dying, please. Shouta yells until his throat is raw and then some. But it’s starting to rain, the droplets getting louder, pounding on his back, and he can feel his heart drop deep into the ground. Eventually, Shouta hangs his head and sinks back down beside his partner, his hands back to cradling Hizashi’s face. “‘Zashi, I'm so sorry…”
Shouta’s shirt is clutched between shaky, blood stained hands. “Shouta I don’t— I’m sorry it’s—” The face in his hands crumples as the other’s voice becomes softer than Shouta has heard in his life. Sad, broken, pained. “It’s my fault. I’m—” Hizashi shutters in a breath, and a million cracks form in Shouta’s heart. “I’m so stupid. The villain… They got away, didn’t they?”
“No, no Hizashi it’s not. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have…” There’s pressure behind his eyes, a lump growing in his throat as he continues to talk. “I had a bad feeling and I knew something would happen but I ignored it. Mic, just stay with me alright? We’ll figure everything out later. Don’t think about the villain, just listen to me. Keep breathing, it’ll all be okay.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck this shouldn’t have happened. Not him, no, god, please, anything but this. Today of all days, to the person he loved more the entire world. This has to be a sick joke the universe is playing on him. A type of karma for giving into his feelings. Look at what this has led to. He feels his heart, his gut screaming at him. Why didn’t Shouta listen?
The hand on his shirt grips tighter, pulling closer to the other. “Shouta I need to- to tell you something—”
“‘Zashi, you can tell me at the hospital--” If they get to a hospital… Please someone, anyone, come on.
Hizashi shakes his head, voice low. “No I can't do it— I don’t think I can do it, so I need to say this.”
“What do you mean you don’t think you can do it?” Panic edges into Shouta’s voice. No this can’t end like this, this won’t, he won’t let it. “Goddammit don’t give up on me!”
“I’m not, ‘M just … so tired Shouta.” As if on cue, Hizashi’s voice begins to drag and slur. “Shouta please. Let me… just listen to me…”
“I-I’m listening. Just stay awake, please.” His voice cracks a little as he holds on the other for dear life. He’s just letting him say this to stay awake. They will get to a hospital, someone is on their way right now. They have to be.
“Shouta, ever since high school you’ve been my rival and best friend, and I just…” Hizashi takes a deep and slow breath, bringing himself to rest his weight on Shouta. “I didn’t want to tell you this way, but I… I love you…. Okay? I love you with everything. Just know that, okay?”
Shouta cradles Hizashi as close as he can, hanging on to every word. Hizashi loves him the same way he does, since high school even, and now he’s here, practically bleeding out in his arms. Something inside Shouta breaks at the notion, and he chokes on a sob. “Fuck, Hizashi, I love you too, hear me? Stay awake for me, please? Please don’t leave me…I love you too goddammit!”
The corners of Hizashi's mouth quirk up under Shouta’s fingers. “That’s good to know.” He coughs and takes a shaky breath. “God, it’s so funny. I could’ve sworn you didn’t like me back.”
Shouta’s not sure if they should be talking about this now, but it’s obvious Hizashi is just trying to distract them both from what's really happening, so he lets him.
“‘Zashi…I thought it was obvious that I liked you.” He lets out a laugh that ends up sounding more like a strangled huff and pulls him closer.
“Nope… heh.” The lips curl again, soon turning back into a tight grimace. “Could’ve fooled me. Never crossed my mind...” He trails off, breathing slowly getting even more labored than before.
“‘Zashi, keep breathing for me, okay?” Shouta chokes out a whisper, pressing their bloodstained foreheads together. Tears are falling, and he knows they’re staining the other’s face, but he can’t bring himself to care.
Hizashi nods slightly and sucks in as much as he can, scrunching his eyes as his own tears stream out. His signature glasses must have been discarded somewhere in the fight. Another stutter of his lungs, Shouta breathing with it, willing for his own ragged breaths to fix Hizashi’s. “How much… longer?”
“Just a little longer, you can do it. You’re doing great, baby. Take another breath for me, okay?” Shouta nearly winces at how naturally the pet name comes out.
He’s not sure Hizashi catches the pet name as he sucks in a breath. A whine breaks out from parted lips. “It— it hurts Shouta… make it… make it stop.” His voice is barely audible, the softest, most hurt Shouta has ever heard. “Please make it stop.”
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s gonna be okay ‘Zashi, they’re gonna help us soon,” he murmurs. Shouta’s arms wind tighter and tighter, trying to take the pain away, hoping he could drain all the hurt from his partner. He sets his head into the crook of Hizashi’s neck to hear his breathing and heartbeat better. Stay alive, you dummy. Please don’t die.
Please.
Hizashi’s grip on Shouta slowly starts to loosen as he sinks his weight further and further into him. “I’m tired…” Shouta feels eyelashes flutter against his fingertips as Hizashi’s eyes start to close. “So tired. Can’t I… sleep?”
“No, ‘Zashi.” Shouta shakes his head. “Keep those eyes open okay? I can hear the sirens. Take another breath, baby.”
Hizashi forces his eyes open a little more. “Ok... if you say… so.” Hizashi’s breath is snagging and getting so shallow it’s hard for Shouta to know if he’s breathing or just hiccuping.
“Shouta, I…” There’s a minuscule breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Hizashi. I love you so much.” Shouta presses a kiss to the other's shoulder. “Keep breathing, stay with me.”
Somehow the rain pellets on his back are ever so much harder. Shouta’s head continues to rest in the crook of Hizashi’s neck, in some desperate attempt to keep the other both close and alive.
For a while, it seems to work. The man continues to take slow, ragged breaths with large breaks in between. There are a few sounds he croaks out, all sounding like vague variations of Shouta’s name. Every time, Shouta grits his teeth and tells him that there’s someone, there has to be, keep breathing, stay alive for him.
Shouta doesn’t want to accept it, but he knows. He knows what is coming, he knows it was inevitable, but like he chose to ignore his previous bad feeling, he also chooses to ignore this one.
The truth is, there are no sirens. There never were; but in Hizashi’s last moments, even if he can’t keep him alive, Shouta would be damned if he can’t at least offer him a false hope, a sense of comfort. So he does.
He does, over and over again until the strained whispers and the faint heartbeat are no longer filling Shouta’s ears. And as those ragged breaths came to a halt, Shouta wishes his own would do the same.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. He knows Hizashi is gone, and there is nothing he could do about it. Just like he couldn’t save his other friends, he can’t save this one. Tears stream down his face, washing away the future he swears he had seen with Hizashi. Sweet nights cuddled together, dancing in the kitchen, kissing in the rain. A house with pictures of them on the walls, wedding vows, a family… something Shouta could look forward to. It’s gone now.
But he doesn’t scream, he doesn’t sob, god he wishes he could though. But this is it. He had lost everything, and everyone. He has nothing to fight for.
Shouta lifts his head, placing warm lips on cold ones. He wants to give up. To stop breathing, to end the pounding in his chest. And so that’s exactly what he does.
~~~
There’s a distant sound, a bell ringing. Two men walk down the hall at the coroner’s: a doctor and an officer. Their footsteps echo down the corridor.
“You know, it’s such a shame that two pro heroes had to die like that, bleeding out from a villain attack in the middle of a street,” comments the officer as he types something into his phone.
The doctor halts his steps, tilting his head in confusion as he stares at the clipboard he’s holding.
The officer pauses and turns around to face the other. “What? What is it?” He asks, curiously.
The doctor lightly scratches the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Well, you see, the report says only one of them died from the injuries. The other one, well, his heart stopped because of the level of stress he was experiencing. It’s like in those cheesy romance books that you read.”
The officer raises an eyebrow.
“Pro-hero Eraserhead, well…” The doctor looks back up at the officer. “He died of a broken heart."