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note in Japanese it's last name then first. Honda is Ichika's last name.


Honda Ichika and Fujioka Yuki had moved into this apartment about a month ago. And honestly she had been hoping a change of scenery would help. However, Yuki was as angry as always. This morning was no different.

She turned from the stove, eggs and rice in a bowl as she made to give it to her boyfriend. Timidly handing him the meal and chopsticks. His eyes darkened before face eyes did. Baring his teeth, the taller raven haired man threw the bowl at the floor. Glass exploding over Ichika as rice and eggs coating the floor. Tears filled her eyes as she quickly backed away in fear.

Ichika just wished that she could make Yuki happy. They were happy once. Once upon a time. Or had it always been an illusion? After all he had slowly secluded her from friends and family until he was all Ichika had. But perhaps it was her fault after all.

"Why would you make this abomination? We both know you can't cook rice to save your life." He snarled it angrily. Large blue eyes filled with tears as she choked out quietly.

"Just yesterday you liked that dish." That was the wrong thing to say. Pain lanced across her cheek and she hit the ground. A strong hand closed down on her wrist and yanked her back to her feet.

"Are you stupid?!" He threw his coffee cup on the floor next, thankfully it had been empty. He stalked past her muttering about being late. Slamming the door on his way out. Ichika flinched and started to cry as she slumped to the floor. Big fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she clumsily swept up the glass and food with her hands. Sniffing as she hiccuped and coughed, Ichika's chest ached and her throat felt clogged.

What did she do to make him so angry? It was only six in the morning. Just last night he had enjoyed the dish...maybe she did it wrong? Maybe she really was a horrible cook...suddenly a loud knock broke her reverie.

"One..one second!" She hiccuped again, wiping her tears on her sweater. Standing up, Ichika made her way to the door and opened it. She hadn't looked out the hole and now she wished she had. Breath catching in her throat, Ichika looked up as none other than Pro Hero DynaMight stood in front of her.

"S...sir...how..how can I help you?" Ichiko tried not to stutter, but fear pulled at her heart. This was THE explosion hero. She had seen how violent he could be in battle. Was he here to punish her? She usually deserved- her thoughts cut off when he spoke.

"I heard shouting...and glass breaking." She sniffed and looked down quickly. Oh...she had bothered him. It was so early and she no doubt interrupted his morning. Biting down on her bottom she played with her fingers.

"I'm..I'm sorry. I'm clumsy. I dropped a bowl and it broke. It won't happen again." One hand rising up to push her bangs from her face. Sleeve dropping down, she didn't think of the bruises. Just offered a nervous smile. His eyes narrowed making her flinch slightly.

"And did that bowl yell at you?" He challenged, raising his eyebrow. Ichika felt her cheeks flush with heat and she looked away. Silently taking a step back and pulling the door forward.

"I think your ears are playing tricks on you sir. I've gotta go now." As the door closed in his face Ichiko sank down to the floor. Back against the door as she hyperventilated. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, she got up and finished cleaning up the mess.

Ichiko walked to the bathroom to quickly wash her face and get ready for the day. While taking off her sweater, the young woman paused and eyed the bruises. Perhaps, she decided, it might be best to keep it on. It was a cool enough day, so no one would question it. Blue eyes took in the bruises on her arms, cuts on her shoulders and arms. The fresh finger marks on her slender wrist.

Slipping back into the sweater carefully she winced with a hiss. Grabbing leggings she slid into those instead of the shorts she had on previously. Striding from the back of the apartment she opened up the balcony doors to let in the sunlight and fresh air. Ichiko closed her eyes and felt the light wash over her, warmth seeping into her skin and slowly a gentle noise caught her attention. Soft and almost...soothing.

Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on...

For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on

Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow

For no one can fill
Those of your needs that you won't let show.

Swallowing she leaned her forearms on the balcony and listened to the song. "Lean On Me" if she recalled correctly. Closing her eyes she felt tears drip down her cheeks. Wishing for someone...anyone...to save her. She paused realizing she did have someone. Someone right down stairs who could help her.

If you need a friend.

(call me)

Hesitating and feeling like this was a distinctly bad idea, Ichiko grabbed her keys and phone. Loneliness had a weird way of making people do things they probably shouldn't. Locking the door, she took the elevator to the first floor and carefully counted the doors until she stood in front of the door to the apartment below hers. Raising a hand, she hesitantly brushed her knuckles against the door. Not quite knocking, no it wasn't loud enough for that. Swallowing she tried again, managing a small knock this time. She thought about turning around and leaving, but before she could chicken out the door was opening.

And there in a black tank top and gray sweatpants, looking so...normal and with an expression she couldn't read, stood the spiky blonde haired man.

"Hi..I'm...Honda Ichiko...from apartment two hundred and thirteen..."