You stood in front of the grave, wearing the white jacket that was once his.

"If you ever need me, I'll be there for you!"

His words played in your mind over and over again.

"How can you help me now?"

Baji Keisuke

The big letters that spell his name on the stone made you sick. You never wanted to see this.

What hurt you most wasn't not being able to see him again. It wasn't not being able to cuddle with him after a nightmare, not the late night 'good night' meassages.

What hurt you most, was the fact that you weren't with him in his last moments.

~

You were sitting on the couch, snuggling in a blanket, rewatching your favorite movie, when you heard the three knocks on the apartment door

Knock knock knock

Letting out a heavy sigh, you paused your movie, getting ready to scold Keisuke for getting into yet another fight. He told you that morning that he'd be with his gang, and you knew he'd come to your house afterwards, just wanting your comfort.

You swing the front door open, words almost leaving your mouth before stopping them when seeing a beat-up, bloodied, and crying Chifuyu at your doorstep.

"Chifuyu, what's wrong?" You reach your arms out a bit, not knowing what to do. He doesn't look up at you, he doesn't have the courage to, all he does is raise his arms, handing you a bloody white sweater. Keisuke's Valhalla jacket.

You eye it in worry. "Chifuyu, what happened? Why are you giving me this?"

The blonde male finally raises his head, his unbandaged eye meeting yours, tears streaming down his cheeks like a waterfall. "Y/N-san, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I wasn't able to protect him! I failed at my job. Baji-san, he-he's not coming back!"

~

You don't remember what happened afterwards, it's all a blur, crying yourself to sleep in Chifuyu's arms, the funeral, everything went by so fast. Too fast.

What you do remember, is how hard you washed his jacket, trying to clean out the blood stains before giving it back to his mother.

But Ryoko-san told you to keep it. A memory of your loving boyfriend, a piece of him for you to keep.

And now, here you were, sitting cross legged in front of his grave, having a one-sided conversation with him. You knew he couldn't reply to you, but if he was able to hear you, then that's all you want.

You once again found yourself bawling.

"Keisuke! You promised! You promised to be here! So why aren't you?! Why are you not with me?! I need you right now! You said you'll be there for me if I need your help! Come back, please!" You knew there was no way for him to come back, it's impossible, he's not here anymore, but you couldn't help the hole in your heart.

You were never the same after his passing.

Hey there hoomans! I feel like this is all over the place but whatever, it'll do. Hope you liked the angst 😉