His imaginary friend, a MHA story

•Chapter 2: Daikon•

"My name's Daiki! You're my new best friend!"

Huh...?

The kid looked hardly older than eight. He was short and had those chubby limbs only a child could have at that age. His simple brown hair was in that messy, natural looking fashion, but two bangs on the side of his ears stood out in a warm green. Four dot freckles were looking freshly acquainted on each of his cheeks. Another detail I noticed was that he had really... big, chunky legs. Huhhh?! That's so laughable!

He didn't particularly stand out, as a kid. Not like I did when I was eight. But he did have big, emotion-filled eyes, like they were screaming for their next adventure. And these eyes especially reminded me of-

"DEKU?!!" I blurted out before even processing the IDEA, of this fucking KID, of being Deku. How stupid was I? Deku had green hair, not brown. Although whoever this kid was, he also had green hair... but a lot of people have green hair, it's not unusual. Still, he strongly reminded me of Deku, and I fucking hated that. Those eyes pissed me off.

"Huhu, you're funny mister. I told you, I'm Daiki," he laughed.

I was being laughed at? By a child? I felt my anger rise up in the pit of my stomach, I swear I'll rip that smile of his face once I gain feeling of my limbs again-! I feel dumb, sprawled on the ground like this, the soft rug next to his bed tickling my neck. I looked a bit more closely around his room, but I couldn't move my neck very well in the position I was in so I only caught a glance of the kid, and his green and blue striped bed.

"I KNOW your name's Daikon, stupid. You just remind me of someone I hate," I answered with a mocking smirk.

Daikon stopped smiling. "Waaah, don't call me that. It's mean," he pouted. But as fast as he started pouting, he quickly grinned again. "Oh okay, but if that's what you're gonna call me, okay!"

Grrah...! A tingling sensation in my fingers was itching me to just choke this kid alive. He's EXACTLY like Deku! Always smiling like a happy idiot, expecting praise, and friendship to the person they're talking with. Not all people are good, I'll show you that, at least! I pounced off the floor, getting on my two feet. Weird, I couldn't feel the rug, even though I could control my body just fine.

"Why, you...!"

"Hey, hey, are we going to play tag! Haha, you're the tag, then, 'cause I hate being the tag. You're it!!!" He giggled and started to run away from me, leaving the room. This is isn't a fucking game, I'm seriously going to kill you!!! I sped up and chased after him, revealing a rather pleasant house with shades of beige. It was your average family house, but the atmosphere was very warm, almost contagious. Gah, like I'll be thrown off by a simple building. I gotta kill that Daikon leg kid first. I could hear Daikon's toes whack down the stairs, so I headed to the stairs, that lead to a living room with the TV on and a rather round-faced woman watching it. But my attention was focused on Daikon. Where did he go? I swear he was right in my face a second ago, but he seemed to have slipped... over...

"Pfffhuhu!" From behind the sofa!

Ignoring the woman on the sofa, I jumped right over it. Right, all that rough workout wasn't for nothing. I found him, curled up behind a pillow, chuckling at his own brilliance of hiding behind a sofa. Like that was anything impressive, and he deserved a golden medal chucked right at his face for it.

"Found you, you dumbaaaass!"

He laughed. He didn't even flinch, he just laughed. Well, I'll show him, Daikon kid thinks he's so much better than me, isn't that right, now?! A familiar heat warmed up in the palm of my hand. I'll blow his nose up!

BOOM!

"Tfhuhuhahahaaah! Stop that, mister! It tickles!" He cracked up.

It tickles?