Unrequited Love[ShinMono]

Part 2: Bruises & Bite Marks

Revamp

     With only a few weeks until the new term started, I thought it would have been a good idea to go to Shinsou's party. We were good friends after all, and what's a party if I haven't attended? Which is what I proposed until I arrived. The house was filled with people, some I had never seen in my life and that I was sure didn't attend U.A. I hadn't even talked to the man of the party himself, nor had I seen him anywhere.

     I sat with Pony, Tetsu, Kendo, and Sen on the floor, we were all in a circle passing around a bottle of vodka. I would rather not be seated on the floor, but there was no other option and I wasn't just going to stand around awkwardly. Plus, I can't really care much when I'm getting drunk with my favorite people in the world. It would almost be perfect if I could actually talk to Shinsou. But he's probably busy, you know, with other people who are less important than me.

I couldn't focus on the group or alcohol when all I was thinking of was him. Yeah, I was close with my friends in my class, but I felt a deeper connection with him. He understands me in a way no one else does. The whole break in between terms we hadn't really talked, which is a bit my fault because I didn't know where to begin when talking to him. Sometimes I just like being around him and we don't have to say anything, but tonight wasn't going to be a night like that I was assuming.

I closed my eyes and listened to my friends talk, the music blaring putting a soft tone to the conversations. It was slightly cold which made my body shiver and my hands clasp together. I guess when I stopped drinking the warmth went away inside me. Such a sad thing when that happens. It's like if we can't fulfill ourselves, how can we be heroes? I tend to overthink that a lot, I can't just trust the process. I have to trust myself and...

My eyes slowly opened as I felt myself waking up. My mind racing from the memory of the party, maybe it would slowly come back to me. I rubbed my eyes before sitting up in bed and stretching, letting out a yawn. I then got out of bed, fixing my blankets and pillows so that they were neatly displayed. I could always admire a good bed, seeing someone's bed tells me everything about them.

I stumbled into my bathroom, making sure to wash my face thoroughly since I didn't get to the day before. The warm-ish water hitting my face felt so lovely, but in the middle of rubbing the soap on it dawned on me that I had messaged Shinsou about something that may or may not have happened. Throughout the rest of my morning routine I felt anxiety about what he had said back. Did he remember? Did he even reply? As soon as I was done brushing my teeth I rushed back into my room and grabbed my phone.

-2 Messages From: Shinsou
-1 Image From: Shinsou

     My face became flushed once I opened the messages to see a picture of Shinsou holding up his shirt to reveal hickeys everywhere and followed up with the messages: "I can't really remember all that much, except that you're a biter. Oh and I won't tell anyone, don't worry." Why the hell would he send me that? I would rather him leave that part out of the conversation. I didn't even know how to respond to that, so I didn't.

I groaned and sat my phone aside, going to my closet to pick out my outfit for today. I basically wore the same shit today as always, a polo and cargo shorts since it was hot out. You couldn't go wrong with the combination in my opinion, it suited most occasions. I needed to finish getting ready quickly so that I could head off to the market while it's still early so there wouldn't be a rush of people.

The walk there wasn't bad, since I didn't know how to drive a car it was either a walk, or public transportation which was actually disgusting. I know Japan is supposed to be extremely clean, but people can be filthy anywhere, at any place. I can't take a chance of that, so I liked to walk more often than not. All that was left for my walk was sunscreen. I wouldn't want my beautiful face to wrinkle up.

     Once I got settled with the sunscreen I got my shoes on and set out to the store. I was thinking of picking up things to make onion soup with for dinner tonight, something that's a classic to me and passed on for generations in my family. Most normal people wouldn't understand such a luxury it is, such a shame people like Midoriya remains fatherless without a complete family as myself.

The walk there was peaceful, not too much noise outside which I loved. The market itself was cute and small, but not too small to where people were standing on top of each other. The people who owned it were also kind, it was a bit like a family, a third one for me. Brings in comfort until I see the people who used to make fun of me running around it like idiots.

I'm the villain, or the quirkless one. Yet, how am I in U.A. and they aren't? I still find it ironic to this day how the kids who looked down on me and teased me for so long can't even say they're going to be heroes, however the boy they doubted will be. Sometimes I wonder if it leaves them feeling bitter, if they think of me at all. Some parts of me wish they did so I wouldn't feel so pathetic for constantly thinking about how they humiliated me all my childhood. Nonetheless, I know that I am better than them, better than who gave me up, and I will prove that once I finish up my schooling at U.A. The whole world will see, just need the right moment.

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