Midas Touch

Prologue.

Midas. Everyone has heard the story, midas' touch. Where everything he touched, it turned to gold. Well, they called him Midas. It was odd, at first to him. To be called in reference to someone he didn't even bore the capabilities of. It still was nice, at first. "Referenced as a king!" People would remind him, that perhaps they never read the story. Midas was a king, a greedy king, he was selfish, cruel, and absolutely unjustifiable. Along with the fact that everything he touched turned to gold. That wasn't the case for Midas, in fact- it was what he'd rather have instead of his own curse. The curse of people not touching you from your name, and your own fear to touch anything by yourself.
"Well it's not that bad, your nickname is a king! Mine was a skunk just because I liked the movie Bambi and flowers- I don't understand why that makes me flower at all!."

Midas shrunk down, covering his head in his folded arms. "Your nickname is flower, who was a sweetheart in the movie, you do remember that, right? Because Flower was also oblivious like you. My nickname is Midas, which I got from my mother, along with the fact that King Midas was not the worst king! I swear, nobody has read the story!" Midas lifted his head, scowling as he looked up at his friend. She seemed to be thinking of what couldn't cross the mind of the ravenette, but it was enough to make her huff in satisfaction. "I guess I can understand your point, but it's not that bad!"
Soon the bell rang, forcing flower to sit down in her spot near the front, far away from Midas' own seat. As the class started, students began to whisper; Apparently, in their English class, they were going to be reading midas touch. Midas' ears burned, settling on a rufescent shade. It was one thing to be referred to as a crappy king, and it was another for people to glare at you because of it. Midas was Humiliated.

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Midas was spared from the whispering in his English class by another subject. A new student was "rumored" to arrive then during their period before lunch. Not only was there a new student, but they would be in his class. Although midas dreaded the fact he would have to talk to someone new, it at least made him feel better than the attention would not be on him and that was the only known benefit. Once the bell rang, hushed voices suddenly went silent. Everyone's heads snapped to the door as it slowly opened, accompanying two pairs of shoes stepping on the ground. The teacher moved to her desk, letting the oddly orange-haired kid introduce himself. His name translated to "strawberry". Thus he instantly got the name strawberry, midas imagined he was lucky to not have the only embarrassing name there. But there was an odd feeling he got from the new kid, a dangerous feeling. It was strong and had a ton of pressure. As if it was pressing a boot to his head and stepping with force. Utterly uncomfortable, and having trouble breathing, the ravenette shifted in his seat, looking at his friend, flower. She had this look of utter admiration, not so discreetly looking him up and down and taking his looks in. Now that was a whole new problem for her to be looking at the new kid like she wanted to devour him, but he'd have to hear about her new sudden crush. Midas looked down at his desk, listening further to the new students' introduction. He didn't care about anything, and he would rather not have so much trouble even thinking because of him.
The class went along the exact same with a hint of a sinking feeling in midas' stomach and a huge headache. When the middle of the class came around, Flower took the seat next to midas and chewed an earful of how 'handsome' the new guy was. All midas did was groan in response. "Is he really That pretty?" Flower nodded enthusiastically. "I don't believe you." The spoken word dragged a whine from flower. "I'm telling the truth! He really is pretty! Just look at him." Midas' turned to take a look at the boy in question, taking his features in for a moment. While he did hate to say it, he really was attractive. He had a nice jawline, a pretty-looking long nose, some beautiful brown eyes that were on edge of a brick red, and some very prominent orange spikey hair. Clearly, whoever his parents were, they weren't the worst looking if he had the chance to look like that.

Midas turned away, huffing and blowing his cheeks out. "I don't see your point." He wanted to hate the guy, he really did. But now that he was aware he was definitely not ugly, it was annoying to be thinking about. Hating attractive people was hard, it was a difficult thing to deal with because people love thinking you're jealous or that you have a crush on someone so infuriatingly pretty. Of course, midas hadn't, he hasn't fallen in love once in his life, it was because he had never touched anyone. Nobody had been close enough in proximity to be let in by the walls of his fears, so naturally, love wasn't something common for him. It's not that midas didn't want to fall in love, he would daydream about it all the time. But nobody piqued his interest in regard to attraction.

Sighing with his head propped up on his hands, midas glared at the new kid. A mix of dread and what he assumed to be hatred had pooled in his gut. At least he wouldn't be bothered all day by this new kid, that's all he cared about.