COTE X Realistic OC (male)

Vol. 1 | Ch. 1 - 3 More Years...

I wonder, what is it to be gifted. It's a question that's been on my mind for years. Being gifted is often seen as an effortless, where challenges are like seashells on the beach. But its far more complex.

It's a blessing to grasp concepts quickly, to see connections others might miss, to dive into the depths of knowledge. Yet, it's also a curse, to be seen as different, to feel the weight of expectations that can crush the human spirit.

Imagine walking into a room and sensing the thoughts, the unsaid words, the emotions that hang in the air. It's like having an extra layer of skin, sensitive to everything. And while it gives you a unique perspective, it can also isolate you. People admire your abilities, but they don't always understand the loneliness that comes with it.

Being gifted means the pressure to succeed, to always perform at your best. You become your own harshest critic. And then there's the passion, the burning desire to explore, to create. You throw yourself into projects, lose track of time, forget to eat, to sleep.

And then there's the social life. Friends, relationships, they can be difficult to navigate. You long for connection, but often feel out of sync. Your thoughts race ahead, and you struggle to slow down, to meet others where they are.

In the end, being gifted is about finding harmony within yourself, accepting the dualities that define you. It's about using your abilities not just for personal gain, but to make a difference, to inspire, to uplift others. It's a challenging path, but also a deeply fulfilling one. And perhaps, that's the greatest gift of all.

That's what I like to think so anyways. Since I was young I've had those thoughts racing through my mind. I tried countless solutions to make me seem normal, to act like a kid my age. But it didnt workout. 

But I realized that what I possess is not a curse but a blessing as well. It took awhile for me to answer how to fix myself, but when I did it payed off.

Just be realistic.

Don't care what people think about you, don't care what people say, don't care about others opinions, don't care what it takes to win.

After all in this life we only live once so try to make the best of it because you never know when you might-

"Hey Snowman! Get off the damn bus already! I have more than one stop you know!"

Snowman... that's a new nickname I haven't been called yet.

"S-sorry sir."

Standing from my seat and walking to the exit, I thank the bus driver before I leave. Stepping out into the sun feels so relaxing. It feels like warm clothes straight out of the dryer, wrapping your whole entire body in a blanket of warmth. While I was bathing in the warmth I could hear the bus behind me rolling away so I know that its time for me to go.

Walking down the path leading up to the school I could see all different types of hair colors of the students that I am going to be with for my highschool life. I could see obviously dyed hair like a girl who has long green hair, and I could tell because the roots of her hair were brown.

I wonder, do people think my hair is fake? I've never seen someone else with pure white hair. Sure I've seen old people with grey hair but they weren't born with grey hair.

Wait, why am I thinking about hair color? Oh yeah, its because I was looking at the students hair colors. I almost forgot.

Well I'm sure my time at this school will be fun. And at the end I get that 100% employment rate. What should I become when I'm older? An astronaut? A doctor? Imagine I become the leader of Japan.