Jimmithey opened his eyes, finding himself on a white bed.
He turned around, noticing the ripped medical posters lined up on the wall, illuminated by the moonlight.
He assumed he was inside an abandoned nurse's office, within the school's hideout.
He looked down at his chest, noticing that he had bandages all over his body and was shirtless.
He put his hands on his face, soon realizing that his face was healed up once again.
There were some light scratches and scars on it, but it looked almost back to normal.
"Thanks, Jack…" Jimmithey thought, only to remember the job she'd done last time.
It wasn't this good. So she must've gotten help… Meaning that Myusel was probably touching his face, healing him up…
Normally, he would be pissed off that the bitch would even be near him.
But he then remembered what she looked like, her light fragrant smell, and her beautiful voice.
He felt differently, with a small grin growing on his face.
Jimmithey pulled himself out of his sheets, noticing that he still had his jeans on from earlier.
They were patched up now, but felt a bit tight on his legs.
He then looked around, noticing that Chad was lying in the bed next to him.
He was fast asleep, back in his normal form.
He was mostly healed up and looked back to normal as well.
Jimmithey didn't want to fucking talk to him, still being pissed off by his presence.
So he finally stepped out of his bed, without any shoes on, and looked around for more comfortable clothing to wear.
He walked off to a nearby metal closet, opening it up.
He began looking inside of it for clothing or at least a medical gown to wear.
But as he poked his head inside, he heard the light tapping noise of footsteps coming towards the door.
He didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
He was fine with sleeping in for the day, but wanted to do it in different pants, at least. Not jeans.
So, for now, he decided to run back to his sheets and hide.
"I'll just wait for them to leave. Won't take too long…" Jimmithey thought to himself, hiding under his warm sheets.
He lay still and listened, hearing the creaking noise of the door opening up.
The light footsteps became louder, moving across the room towards the beds.
They stopped to the left of Jimmithey's bed, right next to Chad's.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a familiar voice.
"For an abandoned school, this place is so well kept and clean. Dontcha think, Chad? Hehe… I know you're up, honey…" A familiar female voice said while the creaking sound of Chad's bed shifting went off.
Jimmithey froze when he heard the voice, instantly recognizing it.
It was Myusel. Myusel fucking Hoshino.
He was both annoyed and a bit flustered from hearing her voice. But, he was mostly confused as to why she was there!
Why was she here NOW out of all times?
"Mhmm… Myusel… How did you know, baby?" Chad asked as he sat up on his bed, sounding groggily.
Jimmithey then noticed that they both hadn't realized that he was still in his bed.
Or that there was a massive lump on the bed right next to them.
They were THAT infatuated with each other. So much so that they couldn't realize their surroundings.
And that only made Jimmithey more pissed off.
"Because you always snore quietly when you sleep… A gentle one… I don't mind though… It sounds nice…" Myusel answered, pressing herself closer to Chad.
She was sitting on his bed, lying next to him with a smile on her face.
"Oh, really? Didn't know. Kinda sweet, hon. Heh... But why are you here right now, Myusel? Isn't it late? Tomorrow is a big day and all… You should be getting some good sleep." Chad asked as he put his hand on her thigh.
"I know. I just wanted to see you. I was trying to sleep, and I had this weird little dream. You were in it… So, I wanted to talk to you…" Myusel answered, rubbing her hand against her forehead.
"Hm? What happened?" Chad asked, rubbing her thigh.
She looked at him, slightly blushing.
"It's kind of fuzzy… But I remember you… on top of a tower… You were in a suit, and looked so handsome… We were both standing together and looking over the night time cityscape… I think we were older, and we had a child in our hands… They say a magical girl's dreams tell the future, like they are predictions… Not exact visions, but close. Very close." Myusel said slowly as she leaned on his large shoulder.
Her voice was faint and serene, the image of her vision ringing out in Chad's mind.
But, as she finished, he began to slowly shake his head.
"Mhm… A family… Us together… It would be perfect… But… It can't come true… Never."
"What?" She questioned while lying on his shoulder.
"I'm too weak for that to be true. Too weak to protect a family… Too weak to protect anyone… It'll stay a dream forever…" Chad responded, his voice trembling from self-disdain and fury.
Myusel looked up at him in confusion, seeing the anger in his face.
She had seen him furious many times before, but never at himself like this.
She'd always seen him acting confident and kindly, so it was a bit shocking to see this side of him.
"What's wrong, Chad? W-why would you say that?" Myusel asked, her right eyebrow raised.
"Myusel… Today, ever since we met Milly and the others… I knew coming in that I wouldn't be able to do much. I have my strength and boxing skills, sure, but I always knew they were nothing in a Magical Girl's fight…"
"But even then, I wanted to help you, help fight. And somehow, I got these powers awakening in me… These Alpha abilities… I thought that meant my prayers were answered and that I could protect someone. Protect you…"
"B-but… I'm still weak! I wanted to protect you, to protect this world. I wanted to be a hero… But I'm weak… I had to be saved! B-by Jimmithey! The man who fucking insulted you! Insulted my lover! The man who belittled me, like all of the fucking others!"
"But unlike them, he was fucking right! He's so much stronger than me! He showed me that I wasn't shit! My bravado was nothing! I can't call myself a man… I'm just a weak boy who got lucky! Who got carried by everything but his own strength!" Chad yelled, clenching bedsheets within his fists.
"..."
Both Jimmithey and Myusel were silent for a moment after he finished, with only the evening crickets being heard.