Reunited

Christmas Gift

She never really liked him much. Everything about him was the opposite of what she liked in a friend. He was lean and lanky; towering over her in a way that made her presence feel slightly lesser than him. He was smarter than her; she worked hard but he worked the slightest bit harder than her. And he was a bully; always waiting for the opportunity to pick on those he deemed weak and unable to achieve success.

He also did not like her much. He felt as if she were arrogantly compensating for what she lacked in comparison to him. He noticed that she'd stand just a tinniest bit straighter in his presence. And he observed that she was insecure in her strengths, always making sure to look over his shoulder and compare grades or time spent studying. He thought she was plain and envious of his strengths.

In spite of all this, they found themselves sat with each other at the library everyday. He noticed she'd circle her fingers over smooth objects and scratch at jagged surfaces. His annoyance to this was not reasonable but he'd tsk and sigh and she apologise softly but she wouldn't stop. She felt like she had no reason to need to stop, he was being difficult for difficult's sake but instinctually she'd whisper sorry...

When they studied, he'd copy an extra page from the work book he had borrowed from school and they study in silence. Occasionally he'd feel her eyes linger on his paper before she'd rub out a formula and match it to his. And often he'd tap her paper indicating that her answer was incorrect and the application of the formula she had stolen was dead wrong.

They'd walk home in silence together, she'd try to match his foot's steps, creating a uniform rhythm, and when she'd space out so he'd slow down and match hers. As they neared her front door, he'd slow down to watch her walk in before walking through the estate and arriving at his own front door.

When they went to bed at night, they did not think of each other. Instead they'd think of everything but each other. In their minds they sat alone. They studied alone. They walked home alone. And every day there behaviours would repeat and their actions would include each other.

Sometime later, a few days before Christmas, she disappeared. His mother had encourage him to make her a little gift and of course he blew the idea of. But at night, he'd sneak into his mother's office and borrow scissors and glue and pens. and on the 24th of December he knocked on her door. 

"..."

So he knocked again.

"..."

He peered through the windows and saw an empty home. No furnishing, no pictures on the walls; it was just empty. His heart dropped a little and he stared down at the gift that took him many nights to make. He shoved it in his pocket, slowly backed away giving the house one more look. On his right, in one the bushes that lined the house's fence was a bright pink box with an even brighter pink bow. He smiled and reached for it delicately pulling off the box's decoration and slowly opening it. A charm. It was a little black and green grenade charm. He stared inside the box for a few seconds and then back at the house before placing it in his other pocket

There wasn't much of a reason as to why he felt sad. He'd hang out at the library by himself, print of one copy of the work book he had borrowed, and walk past her old house never bothering to slow down and watch the door. His mindset was that a hero, a real man doesn't wallow and cry, especially for a girl he barely knew, so he sucked it up. He had other friends anyway. He wouldn't let it slow him down.

Eventually he'd enter high school and become 'Dynamight' - Bakugo Katsuki of class 1A.

Much to their surprise they met again. He hadn't known she wanted to become a hero and that is all she had known about him. They exchanged many glances, and when their eyes caught she'd smile and he'd quickly look away, pretending to be uninterested in her. She got the hint.

She wasn't much different from when they were younger. She was more confident now, but you could still see she was sewn together with threads of insecurity. She still occasionally peered over at her friends work and compare it to her own, scribbling whatever she wrote at and copying theirs. He noticed she also made sure to stand up straight, whether she stood near him or Midoriya or even All Might, she carried herself with a pride that she didn't have before. As she introduced herself to the team, her voice didn't waiver and she didn't fiddle and circle her fingers over the smooth desks like she used to.

"My name is Fujita Hiro, I'm here to support you all as much as I can". Everyone smiled and all Bakugo did was let out a grunt.

"My quirk is emotional manipulation".

𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘳: 𝘍𝘶𝘫𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘏𝘪𝘳𝘰

𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘛𝘺𝘱𝘦: 𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭.

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I don't actually like my hero academia. I really liked it when season 1 first started airing and with each season I became disappointed with how little (or how much) time was spent on each characters. I thought many of the decisions taken weren't for me and I stopped watching at the end of season 3 (and stopped reading when stars and strips was murdered).

Anyways, if you're reading this I hope you enjoyed it. I have no idea what I want to do with this story but I hope it's good enough for you!!

Thanks,

Morgan Lawrence.