katuski had died about three years ago. you’d been dating since you were six. he shoved ripped up flowers in your hand and said you were his girlfriend. he told you you loved like a dog. whatever.

you hadn’t got over his death. at all. every night what you go to sleep. he’s there. every time you blink. that image of him covered in blood. the missing heart.. you’d ran off to america. not knowing that edge shot was able to revive him bh turning his body into thread then tying it together to repair his none existent heart.

you’d cane back to japan for a family event or something. your father just told you to come and he’d pay for the tickets so it was basically a free vacation. right now your on your way to your parents house in a taxi. till you see three pro hero’s. charge bolt, red riot.. and one that looks oddly familiar. you make eye contact and his face looks like he’s seen a ghost.