REQUESTED BY @plaggys

prompt:

warnings: angst, unrequited love, death, doesn't follow the manga plot line—

Blood.

The copper tang of the liquid filled his mouth when he got a particularly hard hit in the mouth — choking him. Mouthfuls of it overwhelmed Overhaul, making his vision go hazy.

The Yakuza leader knew he didn't have long until he was beaten to death by the two young heroes who surrounded him; green and yellow swirled in front of him. Hell, he couldn't tell who was who anymore — his vision was too f*cked up.

Dodging a particularly fierce punch from the green-haired blob with a loud mouth that had a tendency to spew out heroic monologues, Overhaul looked desperately to the side for someone he wanted to see before his inevitable death — Y/N.

They had long since disappeared from the start of the invasion of the heroes, running off to 'do something.' The Yakuza didn't have the time to ask what they were going to do before they faded away into the shadows of the Shie Hassaikai base.

Now here Overhaul was, defenseless and alone. He had no idea where Chrono and Mimic were — they were probably in the main hall, battling it out with Nighteye and the rest of the hero team.

Long story short, there was no one to help him; no one to hide behind.

As a result, Kai Chisaki, the fearless and ruthless Yakuza leader was now...

Scared and alone.

Useless.

Gulping in a breath with a loud gasp, Overhaul blocked a roundhouse kick from the yellow-haired boy with a trembling arm. He could feel the energy that had once pulsed through his veins ebbing away into nothingness, and then he closed his eyes.

Let me die.

The Yakuza let his thoughts fill of the good moments of his life: meeting Y/N, starting his ruthless leadership of the Shie Hassaikai with Chrono and Y/N at his side. Those thoughts distracted him from the pain of the blows that were being landed upon his body.

He reminisced of the moment when he had kissed Y/N, under all those twinkling stars in the dark night sky.

Overhaul thought of the three words he couldn't bring himself to say in that moment — because he was too scared, too frightened of what others would say.

I love you.

And then, he felt nothing.