He thought you could handle yourself. You were close to the same level as him. Always having the best strategies. "Never use your powers against others unless they hurt you or someone you care about..."

How was he supposed to react? Standing over the one girl who made him feel like he was truly understood. Someone who made him feel like he had more to him than just his psychic powers.

67... 68...

His eyes began to cloud up in tears. He felt his lungs collapse as his throat tightened, making it hard to breathe. His heart racing faster than it ever has before. His body sways back and forth while Dimple, his loyal companion, tried to convince him you were alright.

You're not "alright."

"Who could do such a thing?" he thought. He collapsed on his knees as he stared at your mangled face. He felt all the different emotions swell up in his body.

87... rage

96... sorrow

100... guilt

104... rejection

200... frustration

508... grief

800... helplessness

1000... Despair

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His body started to react on its own. But he knew this was justifiable, not after what they had done to you. He slowly felt himself lose his resolve. And before he knew it, Shigeo Kageyama was gone. A complete alter ego was replaced, one full of so many negative emotions.

Rage. Fueled by his anger at whoever did this to you.

Sorrow. Created by his overwhelming sadness at you being hurt.

Guilt. From not being able to protect you.

Rejection. Trying to reject the fact that you might be hurt.

Frustration. Not knowing how to handle the situation.

Grief. His heart aching from the fact that you might be dead.

Helplessness. The thought that he could do nothing now.

Despair. There was no hope.

There was nothing he could do to solve the situation. He could slowly feel all his negative emotions bottling up inside of him, ready to explode. He felt his hand twitch as his hair began to lift like gravity was working against him. His dark eyes rolled back, before his expression hardened. An angry scream ripped out of his throat—pure agony and anguish.

The world around him warped into dark smoke. A dark red aura enveloped his body. The whites of his eyes glowed in the dark road. Picking up your body, he stared down at your bloody face. Fat, wet tears flowed down his face. His psychic power was going beyond powerful feats. Pulling you closer to his chest, more cries ripped through his body. The ground shook from the sheer power Shigeo emitted.

Fear was scattered on Dimple's face as he fled to get help from either Teru or maybe even Ritsu. While Dimple hurriedly left, Shigeo was filled with so much guilt. "I'm so sorry," he wept, choking on his tears. "I couldn't protect you. I'm a failure," he cried out, bellowing over your body, his salty tears falling on your ripped and bloodied shirt.

While trying to control himself, he thought back on Dimple's words. "You can't be dead.. You can't!" He bawled, pressing two fingers to your throat as he tried to feel for your pulse. Yet he struggled to find it, making him even angrier with himself. Feeling as if he couldn't do anything. He was helpless and couldn't even help you for the life of him.

"Why.." he choked out, cradling your head in his hand before lowering his head to lean his forehead on yours. Trying, if even for a second, he could maybe transfer some of his power to you. Like he had done to Reigen and Sho. All he could think about was the fact that you actually might be dead. And that thought scared the living hell out of him. He didn't think he could survive even a day without you.

"Please. I can't live without you." His psychic powers started to flare again. The ground beneath him cracked and crumbled, making a large crater with the two of you in the center. Another scream of pure anguish ripped from his throat. Gripping onto your face, he cried and cried, hoping that for an instant... You were still alive.