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Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering.
As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
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"Fuck off." Arakan groaned as he fumbled for his alarm which rung at four am in the morning. He pushed it, the plug removed as it fell.
He yawned widely, his curls a fluffy mess and he stretched his wings and winced unconsciously at the cracks heard in his joints.
He slowly got out of bed and went into his closet where his sweatpants were and pulled them on. Afterwards he went out into the corridor with his phone and his earphones, shooting his mother a good morning text with a sticker.
He trudged all the way to the area in the dorms and began his usual routine. The same wing exercises for ten minutes and a fifteen minute full body warm up. Then he went into weights then leg exercises for fifty minutes. He then spent another ten minutes just hovering, allowing his body to wake the hell up.
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"Maia." He smiled at the girl slumped on the couch. She wordlessly lifted a hand in greeting, her black hair with a stark yellow lightning bolt messy and disarrayed.
"Come on, we got to get ready. Double math this morning." She groaned as he chuckled. "You're the only freak who likes math." She mumbled, but got up nonetheless.
"I enjoy it because I can do it." He grinned, waving her off as he entered the boys bathroom.
Washing the feathers was always a terrible task but his mother, ever since he got them, said it was as mandatory as putting on clothes everyday and he had to repeat this motto as he brushed his teeth as well.
They were waterproof and he could now manipulate the flames on them at will thanks to his father but damn he hated spreading out the 'toolbox' as his friends called his wing maintenance kit.
He pulled on his uniform and fastened the buttons at the back with practised ease. Shaking out his wet curls, he took out a small amount of cream and ran his hand through his hair.
Once it fell over his eyes in a way he found satisfactory, he grabbed his bag after washing his hands then walked out of his room.
The space itself was minimalistic, but he had photos of his family and friends as well as a piano in the corner.
"Morning Todoroki!" A hand appeared next to him like a swinging knife. "Morning Tenya." This was Ingenium's son and they had gotten to know each other through their parents.
