A young boy with an average life. At least, until his best friend is murdered and he has to take the blame for it. Distraught, alone, and guilty in the eyes of society, y/n l/n is given one chance at rehabilitation and is relocated to the back alley...
(Anytime y/n is talking in parentheses, he's mentally speaking to Dark Shadow. This also goes for the vice versa.)
y/n POV
My heavy eyes manage to pull themselves open at what seems to be the crack of dawn. Turning on my side, I see Akira still asleep, so I must've gotten up pretty early after all. I then nearly fall off of the couch I sleep on when a loud voice rings through my head.
Dark Shadow: (WAKEY WAKEY! Time to rise and shine!!)
I grab my head in irritation.
y/n: (Would you quiet down?! It's too early in the morning for that level of volume!)
Dark Shadow: (Oops, sorry. I figure a good loud cheer is a solid way to start any morning!)
y/n: (Y'know, for a so-called "monster" you sure are peppy.)
Dark Shadow: (I'll take that as a compliment.)
Seeing as I have nothing to gain from just sitting there, tired, I stand up, get dressed, grab an apple to eat, and decide to head to school a bit early. I'm currently standing in the train as Dark Shadow jabbers on about the most pointless topic I've ever heard.
Dark Shadow: (Ok, so I've heard some people spell "non-dairy" without a hyphen, but that's just wrong! The word just looks weird if you do that!)
y/n: (This is too stupid for me to care about.)
Dark Shadow: (I'm just trying to make conversation.)
I'm brought out of the conversation by a female voice right beside me.
???: Oh, excuse me, Miss, you can have my seat. My stop is coming up soon anyways.
I turn to see a slender girl with red hair styled in a ponytail standing up right next to me.
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She's also wearing the same type of uniform as me, so she must be a Shujin student as well. She's speaking to an old lady, offering her seat to the elderly woman.
Old lady: Why thank you, dearie. How kind of you.
However, before the old woman can even move to sit down, a random guy snatches the seat up for himself. I narrow my eyes at this.
Red haired girl: Oh my, what reflexes. Oh! I mean, sir, that seat was meant for this old woman.
The man looks up at her, and, without saying a thing, closes his eyes and falls asleep. I walk up to the man and nudge his shoulder, probably a bit more rough than I needed to.
y/n: Excuse me sir, this girl was talking to you.
I then feel a soft hand gently grasp my shoulder. Turning, I see the girl smiling at me.
Red haired girl: No, it's ok. I can understand his position as well.
She then turns to the old lady and bows as much as the restricted space of the train would allow her.
