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“I’d like for you to leave now.” Kaminari turned his back to the door, listening as Shinsou walked through it for the last time. Where did it all go wrong? How did they end up here, two broken souls who just couldn’t heal each other in the end. Broken and bleeding but unable to repair what words could never fix.
It all started with a look and then escalated from there. A tiny following of his eyes as a man passed him in the street, innocent and a reflex at the time because of his hero work. But Shinsou didn’t see it that way. Kaminari knew it was just Hitoshi’s self esteem and anxiety screaming in his ear that was making him act that way but Denki was just so tired of it. Of the fighting, the accusations, the makeup phase.
It was all an unhealthy cycle for them both. Denki loved Hitoshi. Had loved him from the moment he saw him training in high school. And that love was still there. But now it was bruised and tempered by every night he spent laying awake, every tear he cried, every time he dampened himself so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt Hitoshi’s feelings. Walking on eggshells was torture and Denki was just so tired of it.
So he decided this was the last time they went through this. He didn’t deserve this and neither did Shinsou. Maybe in another time, another life, they could’ve worked through it, could’ve avoided the problem all together, and Denki liked to imagine that they were happy. Married. So in love and nothing, not even heaven itself, could tear them apart. But that was there and this was here. And here Kami was trying his best to gather up the tatters of his heart so no one would see the gaping hole where Shinsou used to reside. Where all the precious memories of them were kept. And where the feeling of hope grew.
Hope was a dangerous thing but Kaminari chose to believe that maybe someday could be better.