It couldn't possibly… I can't, there's no way I ever could… There's no way he would ever do something like that. MY Midorima, MINE, with another… I stormed through the school gates leaving a trail of destruction behind me, kicking trash cans and lashing out at students and teachers alike. He couldn't possibly do something to me; my perfect Midorima could never do something so absurd.

I sprinted up the stairs, three at a time, knocking over some freshman on the way. I had to see him, he would prove to me that it wasn't what I thought, wouldn't he? My heart was beating faster and faster from anxiety and anguish and a slowly burning rage that was building up with each stride. I finally made it to the roof where we always met in the mornings, tears streaming down my face as I held onto the safety rail to keep balance.

There he was; his perfect figure a glowing under the low sun. His green hair was blowing in the wind and as he turned it covered his face; masking the guilt in his eyes for a while longer. He hesitantly walked towards me, and as he came closer I too joined in the effort to close the gap between us. As soon as he was within arm's reach I slapped him hard across the face and wept for shame to hurt such a pure and perfect being. His hair was no longer covering his face and I saw tears streaming down his cheeks as he dropped to his knees and bowed his head low to the ground.

"I'm so sorry… I never wanted this to happen,"

I couldn't believe it. I would never believe it. How could he? I felt sick to the stomach and my chest began to ache as though a train had just driven full force into me. I looked down at him, he was so perfect and yet he could commit such a travesty. It didn't make any sense, why would he want someone other than me, am I not good enough, do I not deserve you?

He raised his head to show a bloody eye, his glasses had broken and torn through the soft tissue. Now his tears were stained red and they dripped on his uniform, spoiling the colour.

"Why?"

I breathed through my teeth, looking at him in horror, hands clenched at my sides, every inch of my body sweating in frustration and despair. He just looked at me for a long time, gazed into my eyes sympathetically.

"Sorry,"

He pushed past me and made for the stairwell, but as I turned I reached out to grab him, pulling him back towards me, I punched him, as hard as I could, square in the stomach. I let go and he stumbled away, tripping towards the safety rail. I watched in horror as his head disappeared behind the low wall, then his chest, I reached out but it was too late and only managed to save his shoe as he fell and fell and fell and fell for what seemed like a million, million, million minutes. I collapsed and gagged, the tears began to flow more freely as the scene replayed in my mind over and over. I finally mustered the strength to peek over the railing to see his deformed, broken, single-shoed body sprawled out on the main quadrangle with blood slowly staining the concrete.

I pulled myself away from the railing and collapsed on the ground where I lost consciousness.