Keicho Nijimura
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You were Special to him
Some stupid teen whom he had gotten close to, who he shared the secrets of The Arrow to, the same stupid teen whom he had stabbed with the arrow and was now passed out in his bed with bandages wrapped tightly around your abdomen
He stood by the window, blankly staring out as he waited for you to wake up, watching your stir out of the corner of his eye