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💤The Realization💤

-[Tatsuo POV]-

"Dragon. . ." I hear him whisper under his breath. My heart starts to race.

"W-What did you say. . .?" I say, horrified of the truth that has yet to be said and might already be known.

'Why did he-Does he know? How? Why?'

All of my feelings sunk inside of me, I haven't used my powers in so long and the first time I do I already mess up.

I haven't used my powers in so long. . . I haven't used my powers in so long. . . My eyes started to feel heavy. . . My body feels like it's being pulled down by gravity more than it should. . . definitely. .more than it. . .should. . .why am I so dizzy?. . . My vision is. . black but my eyes are wide open. . .

"Tatsuo?" I hear a voice say, echoing in my head.

. . .

"TATSUO!"

*Thump *

I jolt awake. I take a loud inhale as I do, like waking up after a nightmare that seems way to real. I feel a soft texture under my hands. My vision dark and blurry now coming into light and my visibility being regained.

I look down and see that my black hoodie is nowhere to be seen. I feel a sudden sting in the back of my head and a raging thumping headache.

'What the hell happened?'

I'm dressed in what I remember putting on last night; black Jeans and an oversized green t-shirt. My black short hair a mess as I tame it by running my fingers through it. A tint of light and dark blue with a mix of orange light comes through the window as the sun starts to slowly rise up.

"W-What time is it?"

I stand up from my bed finally regaining consciousness. . .only to fall back down because of the weakness of my body. I have a thumping, aching headache. I start to remember what happened. Did I pass out? Why? I ate, my sugar wasn't- I haven't used my powers in so long. My body must've reacted badly after using my powers after years of letting them sit.

That. . . boy, please don't tell me he left. My heart sinks. Finally, I build up the strength to stand up. I rub my eyes and look around my apartment. Where is he? Should I call out for him? What if he's not even here? Why would he leave? Well besides the fact that I basically kidnapped him against his will.

*Clank!* I jump when I hear a loud yet distant noise from which I suppose is coming from the kitchen. It resembled a door closing. *beep-beep* Or a microwave, I finally recognize the noise. I slowly slipped on my high top converse and tied them without making noise.

I slowly walk to the kitchen and peek in. I see his back facing me. He's still here. . . He's facing the microwave that's now on 3 minutes and 30 seconds. He's on his phone while waiting for whatever is in the microwave. I knew who it was, of course. I was afraid to say anything and startle him. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to remember his name, which I assume I forgot when I passed out. I forgot most of what happened after we entered my apartment.

. . . Jax. There it is. I slowly inhaled and exhaled and walk fully into the kitchen.

"J-Jax." I spit out in a croaky broken voice caused by dehydration.

He stumbles with his phone almost dropping it and turns around.

"You're up. . ." He says lowly. We stay quiet with just the humming of the microwave in the background.

*BEEEP!-BEEEP!-BEEEP! *