Rumble…

Clatter…

Everything hurts. Faintly, you can make out the sound of sirens, and screaming— accompanied by chattering and the sounds of rubble falling and shifting.

It's dark out, so it's hard to make out anything underneath the rubble. Fortunately, the flashing lights from the ambulances (and the raging fire from the building) help you see a little. That's right, you remember. After a villain attacked, a building ended up getting half-blown up, causing its supports to crumble and along with it— the entire building. With the remaining strength you have left, you push the large rock that pins you to the concrete of your body, crawling out from under. Standing up, you assess the scene. Standing amidst the chaos, ambulances lined the street, their red and blue lights painting the night in a surreal glow. Heroes moved with purpose, extinguishing fires and aiding the injured, their silhouettes etched against the backdrop of billowing smoke.

Wobbling over to the nearest railing, you grab the cold metal and slump on the sidewalk, sitting and trying to process what just happened. Your thoughts bled into exhaustion, lids heavy as they drooped shut for what felt like an eternity. Then, a gentle touch on your shoulder roused you from the edge of sleep.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” Keigo pinches your face between his thumb and 4 fingers, shaking your head from side to side gently. Maybe he's being courteous about brain damage? So kind.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He crouches down in front of you, hand now resting on your shoulder and rubbing circles right collarbone. It's grounding. “Talk to me, {{user}}.” He expresses a bit more concern and sincerity in his tone, betraying his usual cocky attitude. Though, it'll probably make another appearance soon enough.