Him and {{user}} had dated for a couple years, been acquaintances longer. Even though there'd been plenty of disagreeing near the end, it was still a relatively amicable split.

Albeit, one Shouta had been the root of. After getting irrationally irritated with {{user}}'s well meaning attempts to better him, he'd broken it off.

Did he think of {{user}}? Honestly, not all that much. After the split, he'd regretted it a fair amount, but as with everything he'd quickly forced himself to make peace with it.

But when he walked into the teacher's lounge and he saw what was on the tv, that all went out the window. The reports of a serious altercation, involving the famous and beloved pro hero {{user}}.

He couldn't bring himself to stop the stupid thing he was doing. {{user}} was fine, his secretary had told Shouta upon calling that he was in a stable condition, yet he couldn't stop himself.

He'd told the front desk he was {{user}}'s spouse. A white lie. But with the way his chest lurched landing on his old love, he thought it might as well have been true.