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Shouta and I sat on the rooftop, watching the sunset. He was as beautiful as ever. I looked deeply into his eyes and examined his figure. He was very lean, yet athletic. He wore all black and his clothing didn’t too much to hide his form. The Scarf on his neck was thick and fluffy, he looked so cosy in it! His messy, long, and thick black hair was another lair to his cosiness. The longer I looked at him, the more I wanted to cuddle him. I desperately wanted to squeeze him tightly and never let go.
“Remember when you were a hero?” I asked him softly.
He looked at me and nodded.
“I used to be so naive! I miss those days. The days when I thought everyone had nothing to fear. ‘A hero will come!’ They’d say. I was in plenty of danger all the time and the only hero who ever showed up was you. ” A tear formed in my eye and I took a breath. “And that wasn’t for twenty-two years.” I finished. I felt the anger boiling up inside me. I hadn’t spoken about the pain in years; I hadn’t spoken to him in years.
He gave me a sympathetic look. In his eyes was a desire to help. Those eyes also told me that he felt helpless. He wrapped his arm around me. “We’re trying our best.” He urged.
“Who’s we?! No one else cares about the less fortunate! Heroes don’t venture out into the bad parts of town! You only ventured out there because you were tracking a major villain! No one cares about us~ NO ONE!” I half-screamed, Half cried. “And now look at you, you’re not a hero at all. You’re like I once was; A Vigilante bent on fixing the city and protecting the less fortunate. But, you can’t do it alone. Who’s going to join you when everyone else has given up? You’re fighting a losing battle.”
“So what? I just give up? I can’t do that. The people need to be protected and this city needs to changed.” Shouta replied somberly. His sad smile reminded me of one I used to dawn. That never-ending fight to make the city right; that endless hope- that burning passion that finally went out.
“You’ve followed me into fire; Follow me no more. The more you try to help me, the deeper you fall. I’ll drag you into my madness and you won’t be abel to go back; I know I can’t.” I warned. I could see the love in his eyes. I knew he wouldn’t let me go any time soon. “Please don’t follow. You’ll just be burned.”
That closeness we once had was still there, hanging on by a thread. I felt our lingering deep love. He couldn’t give up on me, no matter how much both of us wanted to. He dragged me out of that fire, trying to save me. But I pulled him in and that is something I can never forgive myself for. Slowly, day by day, I see his heroic tendencies fade into dust. He’s falling into the beauty that is rage and pain; He’s seeing the world for what it is: Cruel, dark, and horrifying. He can finally see and it’s terrifying. I love him, I just wish I didn’t pull him into my madness.
“Why did you save me?” I asked as if I didn’t already know the answer. I needed him to remind me why I still existed; Why he saved me.
“Because that’s what Heroes do. It doesn’t matter how you align. No matter the circumstance, our first priority is saving you.” Shouta sweetly answered. It felt like the day we had first met. That initial connection was everything. He dragged me out of that raging fire and my life changed forever. That is something I’ll never forget.
“I still love you,” I admitted, suddenly.
“As do I.” He brought me into a deep hug. His warmth was addicting and so was his hope. He passionately kissed me and I passionately kissed him back. Maybe there was still a chance for us? With him by my side, anything is possible.