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Rumi's POV:
That day.
That damned day.
I've tried to forget it. I've tried to bury it under training, fights, missions, and all the bullshit I could get into.
I've tried to outrun it, but sadly I wasn't fast enough... some things are faster than me.
I still remember it..... Even after all these years... It happened during a joint operation. AHSA-coordinated. A cross-border mission in the mountains of Nepal — a villain cell that had been trafficking quirk-enhancing drugs across Southeast Asia. Ming had put together a team: Indra, me, and six other operatives from different nations.
And with us was Anvi.
Anvi Sharma. Indra's partner from India.... not just his work partner but the girl who had been by his side since before I met him, since before the AHSA programme, since before he became The Thunder Born and she became one of the most respected support operatives in the organisation.
She wasn't a fighter. Not really.... her quirk was more of a medical one — a cellular acceleration ability that could heal injuries by accelerating the body's natural regeneration. Think Recovery Girl, but unlike her, Anvi used something like an aura that healed everyone in her zone. Think of it as an AOE heal.
She was also, annoyingly, the nicest person I had ever met.
I hated her at first. Obviously. Because I hated everyone at first. But Anvi was impossible to hate for long. She had this way of looking at you — like she could see past all the armour and the attitude and the screaming — and finding something underneath that was worth caring about.
And she found it in me. I don't know how. I don't know why. But within a week of meeting her, she had decided that we were friends, and Anvi's decisions were non-negotiable.
She would sit with me after training sessions when everyone else had gone to bed. She would bring me food when I forgot to eat — which was often, because eating cuts training time. She would listen to me complain about Indra for hours and then smile and say, "You two are more alike than you think," which was the most offensive thing anyone had ever said to me.
She was warm. Gentle. Patient. Everything I wasn't.
And she loved Indra with a depth that I couldn't understand at the time, because I didn't know what love looked like when it was quiet. I only knew the loud kind — the kind that screamed and fought and kicked down doors. Anvi's love was different. It was in the way she touched his shoulder when he was tense. The way she packed extra batteries for his phone because he kept frying them with static charge. The way she looked at him when he wasn't looking — like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
I didn't understand it then.
I understand it now.
And then that happend... The mission...
The intelligence was bad. The villain cell was larger than projected. It was not a trafficking operation, but a full compound with over forty combatants and three strong quirk users that hadn't appeared in any briefing. We walked into an ambush.
The first hour was manageable. Indra and I handled the frontline after all we worked well together. We always had, despite me hating him.
Anvi stayed behind the line with the support team, healing injuries as they came.
Then the third quirk user appeared.
His ability was spatial displacement — he could swap the positions of any two objects within his line of sight. No warning. No telegraph. One moment you were where you were. The next moment you were somewhere else.
He swapped Anvi.
One second she was behind our defensive line, surrounded by operatives, healing a wounded agent. The next second she was in the middle of the enemy compound, alone, surrounded by forty hostile combatants.
I heard Indra scream her name before I understood what had happened. I turned and saw the gap in our line where Anvi had been standing. I saw the look on Indra's face — the look I had never seen before and never wanted to see again. The look of a man whose entire world had just been relocated into a warzone.
He moved. Faster than I had ever seen him move. Lightning wasn't fast enough to describe it — he was there and then he wasn't, a bolt of blue-white energy tearing through the compound wall, through the combatants, through everything that stood between him and her.
I followed as fast I could.
Sadly, I wasn't fast enough.
By the time we reached her, they had already done the damage.
Anvi was on the ground. Her body was... I can't describe it and I won't try.
Some things don't deserve to be put into words. Her right arm was gone. Her legs were broken in places where legs shouldn't bend. Her medical quirk had kept her alive.
She was dying.
Indra.... my god... Indra.
I will never forget what I saw.
He fell to his knees.
And cried.
He collapsed beside her, gathered her broken body into his arms, and wept with a rawness that tore something open inside my chest. His body shook. His lightning quirk discharged involuntarily.
He was covered in blood. Hers and his. He had fought through forty people to reach her, and the injuries he'd taken hadn't even registered because the only thing that mattered was the girl in his arms.
"ANVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"
I still remember his scream. I hear it in my sleep sometimes. On bad nights, when the moon is full and the room is too quiet, it comes back.
That day wrecked my soul. The most composed person I had ever met was drowning. In emotions. In grief. In sadness. In the kind of self-blame that eats a person alive from the inside.
If I was faster. If I had seen the quirk user sooner. If I had been standing closer to her. If I had been better.
I could see the thoughts destroying him in real time.
I walked toward them. My whole body was trembling, and tears were streaming down my face, and I didn't even know when they had started.
Anvi saw me.
Through the blood, through the pain, through the fading light in her eyes — she saw me. And her bloodied face smiled.
That smile.
That beautiful, impossible, unfair smile.
Her remaining arm moved. A gesture. Small. Weak. Beckoning me closer.
I looked at Indra for something... for guidance, for permission, for any indication of what I was supposed to do in a situation that no training had ever prepared me for. But he wasn't there. He was somewhere else — somewhere inside the grief, somewhere unreachable, clutching her body like if he held on tight enough, he could keep her from leaving.
I knelt beside them.
Anvi reached down with her remaining hand. Her bloodied finger pressed against the ground. She moved them slowly. Deliberately. Writing something in the dirt with the last of her strength.
I looked down.
Take care of this idiot.
My tears didn't stop. They poured out of me like something had been punctured inside my chest, like a dam I didn't know existed had burst. I looked up from the words in the dirt to her face.
She still had that smile... even after her body had gone still.
Her hand had stopped. Her fingers were still pressed against the ground, the last letter still half-formed. Her eyes were open, but the light behind them was gone.
Anvi was dead. In Indra's arms.
He pulled back..... and went silent for a while.
Then he screamed.
Not her name this time. Not words. Just sound. A raw, broken, animal sound that came from somewhere deeper than language, deeper than thought, deeper than anything I had ever heard from a human being.
Lightning exploded from his body. A pulse of blue-white energy that threw me backward. I hit the ground ten metres away, and when I looked up, Indra and Anvi were encased in a column of pulsing electricity — a cocoon of lightning that crackled and roared around them like a living thing, like the storm itself was grieving.
I lay on the ground. Watching the lightning. Tasting dirt and tears.
And I understood, for the first time in my life, what love actually looked like.
It looked like this. It looked like destruction. It looked like a man kneeling in blood and lightning, holding a dead woman, screaming at a sky that didn't answer.
** PRESENT **
I looked at Indra as he stared at the moon.
"Anvi used to force me to do this," he started.
"Moon watching. She loved it. She would drag me to whatever rooftop was available and make me sit with her for hours."
He laughed... a laugh full of sadness.
"I used to hate it at first. But she was too stubborn to listen to me. You know how she was, right?"
"Haha, yeah," I said. Trying to keep my tears at bay. "She really was."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Folded. Old. The edges worn soft from being touched too many times.
"She left me a letter," he said.
"Hahahaha..." The laugh that came out of him was the saddest sound I had ever heard. Worse than the scream. Because the scream had been raw and immediate. This laugh was old. Weathered. The laugh of a man who had been carrying something for years and had learned to smile while holding it.
I looked at the letter. And I remembered.
During the AHSA training camp, there had been a tradition. On the first night, every participant was given a piece of paper and told to write a letter. A letter to someone who mattered. Just in case something happened.
I remembered writing nothing. I had stared at the blank paper for an hour and then folded it and handed it in empty, because I thought I as invincible.
Anvi had written hers.
I hesitated. Then I asked.
"What was in the letter?"
Indra looked at me. His electric blue eyes were dim and wet.
"She told me to move on," he said. "If she died, find a new girl."
And then I saw something I had only seen once before.
Tears in his eyes.
They didn't fall. Not yet. They gathered at the edges, catching the moonlight, turning his blue eyes into something that looked like the ocean at night.
"Even in her death letter," he continued, his voice cracking on a word he had probably said a thousand times but still couldn't say without breaking, "all she did was care about me. Not about herself. Not about what she was losing. About me. About what I would do without her. About whether I would eat properly, and sleep properly, and stop standing on rooftops staring at the moon like a-"
He stopped as he couldn't finish.
Tears fell down my face without any control, without the ability to stop.
FUCK IT!! I AM GOING IN!
I put my arms around him.
He froze. His entire body went rigid.
But I didn't pull back.
I held him. With the celebration below us and the silence around us and the memory of a woman who had loved him.
We stayed like that for a long time.
I don't know how long. Minutes. Maybe longer. The moon moved across the sky. The music from below changed songs twice. The world continued without us, and we let it.
After a while, he whispered.
"Thanks, Rumi."
I pulled back. Just enough to see his face. His eyes were red. His cheeks were wet. His hair was messier than usual.
"I will always be by your side."
I said it without thinking. Without calculating. Without the usual filters that I ran everything through before it left my mouth. It just came out...
He stared at me.
For a long time. Long enough that I started to panic internally
Too much. That was too much. You just made it weird. He's going to change the subject. He's going to stand up and walk away. He's going t-
He laughed.
Not the sad laugh. A different one. Warmer. Lighter. The kind that came from a place that I thought had been sealed shut years ago.
And then he asked me something I never thought he would.
"Rumi... would you go out with me?"
My mind went silent.
Just a blank, white, empty space where my brain used to be, occupied by six words that I had imagined hearing approximately ten thousand times and was now completely unprepared for.
"What?"
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