The Squid Squad

Chapter 3

•Tamaki's pov•

"Hey, it's ok! You can tell me anything. It won't change the fact that we're best friends!"
'Friends' the word keeps ringing in my ears like a fire alarm. I knew there was no chance of us. I look at him and say "Yeah, I know!" I say putting on a fake smile. But at least friends is better then nothing...
"So? What is it."
"It's..." I look at him. "ITS NOTHING OK!" I shout. I get up and storm out of the dorm, not knowing where to go. I keep walking, as if my feet are out of my control. I eventually make it to the roof.
I take a seat next to one of the many ventilators. I duck my head in my lap, thoughts rushing through my head. Eventually one slips my mouth. "Why cant you just be normal! Mirio's now gonna think your a freak!" Tears rush down my face. I feel someone bump my shoulder. I look back and there, I see a random hand with a piece of paper folded in it. I can only see up to the persons forearm, because they're on the other side covering themselves. I snatch the paper out of their hands, the wind blowing. I open the paper and get a firm grip on it. It then reads.

Hey there stranger on the roof! Listen, you may not be normal, but no one is! I promise whoever Mirio is won't hate you. Your not a freak. Whatever it is, I'll always be up here, ready to help. I used to feel like how you feel, and still do. The memories of those stay with me, and believe it or not, I wouldn't trade them for the world. Their what makes a person who they are. They let you know that your not alone. They remind you that someone is always there, and no one can take that away. Just take the hand that's always been there, no matter who it is. You can never give up.
Sincerely, another stranger on the roof.

It makes me smile, for the first time in a while. But I manage to go from happy to confused in a moment. 'Who wrote this?' The thought keeps coming around my mind, like a horse on a carrousel.
"H-hey?" I ask.
They use a British accent so I can't guess who it is. "Yes?" It's a more... masculine voice. It's pretty deep for a student, but I know it's not a teacher so they must just have a deep voice.
"Why... why did you come up here?" I ask.
"Uhh...umm... I'm not answering that..."
"Come on! I'll tell you if you tell me."
"Fine. I just come up here whenever I'm sad. The feeling of my hair getting blown in the wind. Plus the view up here is priceless. I used to bring my friend Kaminari up here and we'd just look down on Musutafu. Some of my favorite memories are up here." The accent slips his voice, and he sounds familiar. Actually, really familiar though, as if I hear it often.
"Kaminari? Isn't that the Pikachu kid—"
Once he realizes the accent slipped he yells "I've... I've gotta go!" I see a black hood on his head, and a peek of ruffled lavender hair flowing through the side.

•Shinsou's pov (Fancy I know)•

It doesn't take much for me to realize it's Tamaki. Oh no. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What if he knows who I am? Then he'll tell everyone and I'll be more of a laughing-stock.
I rush through the hallways and bump into someone. Oh no...
In the corner of my eye I see bright yellow hair. "Heyyy Denks! I was just heading to my room, so... can I go there?" I try my best not to sound rude.
"Oh..." Disappointment flows through his voice. "Well, I just want to tell you that Bakusquad game night is tonight... and since Bakugou doesn't hate you I thought you could—"
"Wait a minute. Bakugou, like, Katsuki Bakugou doesn't hate me? He hates everyone."
"Uhh, yeah? So are you gonna come? I mean.. it's ok if you aren't! It's—"
"Yeah, sure I'll be there. I just need to go and take a nap."
"Ok!"
When I get there I lie on my bed.
About 15 minutes later I hear a knock on the door. "No ones home." I groan.
I blink my eyes open to see a cute blond. Kaminari.
"Cmon Shinsou! I know you can't sleep. Why did you lie?"
I can't tell him. "I just... need alone time."
"Oh ok! Just... know I'm here, you know, if you need to talk, alright?"
"Alright."
He leaves the room.