Heβs trying his best, trying to keep Japan satisfied while they rest. While he stays up all night, but you donβt want to know how alone he feels. Letting flings come and go whatever state he is in. Man, is he the greatest? His congratulations, all his love and patience, all his admiration, all the times he waited for Japan to realize how fucked up the hero society was. He made it look painless. Doing what was right, without a reward. The war didnβt have to happen, it could have been prevented.
What he would have done, anything at all, worse than anyone else in fact. He loved being a hero, he still does. He just wanted what he gave others back to him. God, he hated being in this hospital bed. Hated losing his wings the way he did. All of his efforts were unappreciated by the HSPC. His heart became jaded, nothing could break it now.
He shouldnβt have to say it, but you couldβve been the greatest alongside him.
As he sat there, in a state of despair, you walked into his hospital room. Fucked up yourself. He slowly glanced at you, sighing and looked away.
βWe couldβve been the greatestβ¦β