The next day, you woke up in your canopy bed. You sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Glancing out the window, you noticed the sky was clear and blue, promising a sunny day. You weren't so happy that morning, thinking of all your money gone to Hiro, or whatever his name was. At least I can get money from selling my inventions, you thought, looking on the bright side. You usually pulled in fifty dollars a day from selling things.

Your legs swung out of the high bed and you trudged to the bathroom. As usual the house was silent except your own footsteps. Dad has been gone for weeks, you thought. But who cares. Your dad never cared for you, your mom did. So when your mom died in a car crash, your dad immediately went and found a lady online. He now spent all his time making millions at his large company, or visiting his girlfriend in Boston.

He always yells at me for botfighting, you thought grimly. But I only do it since he's not here to provide for my needs. You stormed into the bathroom at the thought of your millionaire father. And now I have to pay for his dumb mansion.

You quickly washed your face, brushed your teeth, and combed your (H/C) hair. Then you headed back to your large bedroom and changed into a (F/C) T-shirt and black jeans. Then you zipped on a black jacket and stuffed your feet into your sneakers. Sure, you were wearing all black practically, but it didn't matter. After a moment, you decided to put on black gloves with no fingers. You left the house, grabbing your bike. You clipped on your (F/C) helmet and sped down the driveway.

A light summer breeze ruffled your (H/C) hair as you pedaled down the street towards the shops in the center of the city. Your stomach rumbled as you passed by bakeries and restaurants. Forcing yourself to look away from the delicious-looking cakes, you swallowed down your drool.

Suddenly, something small and hard hit you in the back of your head. You stopped the bike and placed one foot down on the sidewalk to balance.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" a familiar voice sneered. You didn't bother to turn around, but your narrowed your eyes and tightened your grip on the handles.

"Off to the Nerds Convention?" the voice continued. Mean laughter filled the air.

Hoshi. The most popular, meanest girl at San Fransokyo High. She was nothing like you. You were athletic, quiet, and wore mostly black. Hoshi was Japanese, but she dyed her hair brown. She wore makeup and designer brands. Her friends flocked around her like crows.

Too bad no one hung around you. You were the nerd at school.

"Or are you going bot-fighting? Yeah, you need the money, since your stupid dad isn't here to provide for you. What about your mom? Oh, yeah, she's dead," Hoshi giggled.

That was it. No one insulted your mother and got away with it. You slid off your bike and let it crash to the sidewalk. Not bothering to take off your helmet, you stormed over to Hoshi and punched a gloved fist right in her face. Hoshi tumbled to the ground.

Immediately her friends swarmed over their fallen friend. Through the tangle of popular girls, you could see Hoshi was bleeding through her nose. "You idiot!" she shrieked. "You are so dead!"

One of her cronies came over and tried to intimidate you, but you grabbed her shoulder and shot her a withering glare. She scampered back to her leader.

Narrowing your eyes at the group, you adjusted your helmet and walked back to your bike. You lifted it off the ground and got on, pedaling away from the scene.

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After collecting money from your sales, you kept the it in the bank. Then you began pedaling back home. You rounded the corner and suddenly slammed into someone. You fell to the sidewalk, the stone grazing your cheek. Your bike landed next to you. Blinking the bright sunlight out of your eyes, you glared up at the person towering over you.

"Did you mess with my girlfriend again?" a voice snarled.

Kano. Hoshi's boyfriend. A year older than you, and was on the football team. He didn't do well in school.

"Why does it matter to you?" you sat up, wiping blood from your mouth. "Go fail a test, Kano."

Kano kicked you in the head, knocking you back to the ground. Thankfully, you were wearing a helmet. "Leave her alone and keep to your own pathetic excuse of a life." Kano growled.

You squeezed your eyes together and just lay there on the baking sidewalk, your arms and legs splayed out. Your heard Kano walk away.

Sore all over, you just lay there with your eyes closed. You felt your right cheek and palms on fire where they first hit the ground. A little blood dripped out of the corner of your mouth.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over you. Great, you thought. Kano came back with friends to beat me up again.

But a kind voice said, "Are you okay?"

You open one eye a little to see a lady with short brown hair, probably in her forties. She blocked out the sun as she stared, concern filling her eyes.

"I saw that mean boy beat you up," she said sympathetically, pulled you up. "And you're bleeding!"

"You think?" you muttered, but you got up. You winced as you pulled your bike off the ground.

"I'll get something for those wounds," the lady said. "And your stomach," she added when she heard your stomach grumble.

"I-uh, I don't have money, ma'am," you said, scratching the back of your head.

"It's on me," the lady said kindly.

"Well, in that case, that'll be great." Your blood-stained lips stretched into a smile.

"I'm Cass, by the way," the lady said. "And this is my cafe, Lucky Cat Cafe." She locked your bike to a rack and led you inside.

Inside was a cozy-looking corner restaurant. A delicious smell wafted in from the kitchen in the back. Cass smiled at you. "I live upstairs with my two nephews," she told you. "Just go on right up and I'll bring you something to eat."

You nodded and took off your helmet, holding it by the straps. You limped up the stairs. As soon as you opened the door, you became face-to-face with the last person you expected to see.

Hiro Hamada.

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