Every morning he’s there, blocking my way to school. Every morning my black coffee already in his hand. And, every time I go to the gym he’s always there the moment I enter. It’s as if he knows my damn schedule. This has been happening since our first after-school sparring session and it’s weirding me out. It's not like we discussed it or anything. It just kinda worked out that way I guess. We are NOT friends, no fucking way! But, I suppose I can tolerate him more than some others, just slightly. It's just become our daily routine like brushing teeth or washing your hands after a shit.

I don’t really talk when he’s around (not that I could, fucker never shuts up.) Other than that, he is strong or something, I respect him for that. Whatever. Don’t get the wrong idea, fucking creep!
 
 
He's not here.
 
I stop dead in my tracks in front of the coffee shop, my hands in my pockets. I think of anything to explain why the fuck he’s not here. Maybe, I’m just a little early today. Might as well wait.
 
He's....not....here.
 
"Tch"
 
Whatever. At the last second, before I would be considered running late, I order my usual black coffee and head to school. It's too fuckin quiet. I don't understand what's wrong with me. My chest is tight and I want to punch something more than I usually do. My face scrunched up more than my usual resting bitch face allows.
 
Am I...sad?! What the actual fuck?! Did he decide that I was too fuckin much to deal with? Did he ditch me?! I just waited for this asshole like I'm some whipped little bitch! I didn't even want anything to do with him or anyone for that matter! So why the fuck am I so fucking...lost...

ARGHGJGCHJJTSZ

Wait.....Deep Breaths...Relax...Man

FUCK THAT! I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!
 
So, he wasn't in class today. He might just be sick. I might have overreacted. No big deal. Shit. Let's move on.
 
After school, I head to the gym to train as per usual. I walk in and the damn place is completely deserted. A shitty ghost town if you will. I'll take up this opportunity and use machines that are always occupied, I'm much too impatient to wait for anyone. Stepping up to the cable tricep extension, I work on my admittedly weakest muscle group. I zone out while pulling the thick rope downwards in uniform precision. The tissue pulsates with a familiar burn in every downward motion.
 
Feeling oh so fuckin satisfied with the work I put in where it needed. I look around again to see the gym still mostly empty. Only a few others pepper the facility taking up a few of the many treadmills. Unnerved by the vast space available, I make my way around to the other abandoned machines. At some point, a wave of students roam in one after the other.
 
Resting after only my 4th set of crunches on the spongy floor mat. I found myself staring at the ceiling thinking about him. I've never given many people so much as a glance let alone a second thought. Why does his smile make me want to smile? When he laughs I feel like laughing with him. His shitty ash blonde hair looks so soft despite the messy spikes.....WHAT THE FUCK! I need to punch someone; my manliness is in danger. FUCK!!!
 
I pummeled into a punching bag tearing it up with only a few hits with my quirk activated. Shit.  I better get out of here before I have to pay for that. I can't afford it. Maybe a light jog on the track can clear my head...
 
It didn't...FUCKIN DAMNIT!!
 
 
Three fuckin' days later, I can't believe I'm going to say this or think this, I don't know what this is... the fourth wall breaking narrative shit? Whatever, I say what I want. I was actually kinda relieved when I saw his shitty blonde hair and stupidly bright smile greeting me with our usual morning drinks. I almost smiled. Almost. Don't get all fucking mushy on me.
 
"You aren't frowning today," He said with optimism.
 
I choked on my coffee at his sudden remark.
 
"You trying to kill me fuckin' bastard!" I manage to yell through my gasps.

"Woah, Spikey boi, my bad"
 
"What...the....fuck...did you just call me?!"
 
"Sorry, it's just a nickname. I mean your hardening quirk is really sharp and you always have your hair spiked up, besides you call me shitty blonde.....so ya..."
 
"Whatever, loser, don't call me that," Taking another tentative sip of the blistering liquid. "Not that I actually fucking care, but where were you?"
 
Scratching his cheek, he mumbled. "I was kinda a little sick, no big deal"
 
"Huh, Kinda? Taking three days off school and it's no big deal?"
 
"It was just a mild fever and...WAIT?! Are you worried about me?" A sly smirk dragged the corner of his mouth up the side of his face turning, his head slightly downward. (I'm only a few fucking inches shorter, ass wipe!)

He studied my expression.

I couldn't meet his quizzical gaze so I looked away mumbling something about not getting the wrong fuckin idea.
 
After a few uncomfortable seconds under his watchful eyes, he turned away seemingly dropping the issue. Thank you chosen deity!
 
"By the way," He lightly nudged me with his shoulder. "This is the most you have ever spoken to me."
 
I glared at him but I guess I didn't exude enough malice because the fucker just laughed with his usual warm smile.
 
Why is my face burning up? Was it his laugh? Embarrassment? I don't feel particularly embarrassed but I can't describe the overwhelming warmth on my cheeks and my chest is all tight again but...pleasant?
 
 
Alright! Keep it in your pants perv!
 
I ain't happy or anything...shit...am I? I don't recall the last time I was actually happy though so the feeling is lost on me. I'm not depressed, assholes just never had a reason to feel actual happiness. My past isn’t exactly filled with rainbows and all that shit, my mom died while I was too young to remember her. And my dad...we don't need to talk about him right now.
 
 
Anyways...
 
Well fuck. I guess the lil shit might be a suitable friend since I clearly don't have a choice in the matter. One friend won't hurt, right? I'm not gonna tell him that though! Oh, fuck no! He'll never let up on his shit eating grin!
 
We fell back into our daily routine like he was never gone. Coffee while we walk to school, normal school activities (I still refuse to acknowledge him during class), and workout after school, occasionally sparring.
 
Until “THEY” happened.
 
THE FUCKING BAKUSQUAD.  

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