smoke and mirrors

c h a p t e r I - it's a hard knock life

     (TW: bullying, slurs, cursing, homophobia, minors using substances, [regular rebellious teen stuff, I'd say] canon typical violence, and raw feeding pets? like I wont go into to specific of detail but MC has dogs and raw feeds them lol - and this goes for the whole book! I will try to provide warnings/begining and end marks for when the intense triggers are happening, but some may slip through the cracks. I am not perfect, neither are my depictions characters. That being said, I do not condone any of these activities. Unless you're punching bigots, then go right ahead man.)
Thank you for reading!
________________________________

     (Y/n) (L/n) was never a problematic child.

     Until, of course, he was introduced to the world as a boy with the 'junkie' quirk. Then came the defiance of a boy who knew the world was unfair.

     The determination of a child who would do anything to make sure boys and girls just like him wouldn't be discriminated against just because their quirks weren't "hero worthy." He hid his ambition behind a frequently mood changing, yet charming all the same personality. No matter how hard he tried though, (Y/n) rarely got out of punishment when he broke the rules.

     "Shinsou, I think I've got a problem." The chaotic teenager power walked towards his best friend with his brows furrowed.

     "Why should I care?" The sleep deprived boy was looking through his locker, making sure he didn't forget anything for his next class.

     "Because I've chosen you to be worthy of my friendship. I'm your problem now buddy," Shinsou sighed as (Y/n) rolled his eyes. "Anyways, you ungrateful prick, I have successfully purchased an authentic cow skull through this glorious thing called Ebay."

     "How do you know it's authentic if you bought it online?"

     "I had a lovely chat with the seller and they told me all about the ugly cow head they had been stuck with after their father said 'shit's wack, adios.' and died." (Y/n) huffed a laugh under his breath.

     "That was quite possibly the most disrespectful thing I've ever heard you say-" Shinsou had a mixture of exasperation and concern written all over his face as he cut himself off. He also really wanted to ask why the purchase was made, but then the memories of all the impulse buys his friend had made over the years and shook the question from his head.

     "Stop interrupting me before I add your patellas to my soup bowl collection." The taller of the two glared into mildly offended periwinkle irises.

     "Whatever, just hurry up, the bell is gonna ring soon."

     "So the problem is," The (nationality) male led off as he and his companion walked off to class, "I have no room to put said cow skull."

     "No." Shinsou didn't negotiate with terrorists.

     "But I didn't even ask you yet-" (Y/n) tried to rationalize with him, but was cut off.

     "Keyword in that sentence is yet. I'm not putting a cow skull you bought online anywhere in my house because your mom said you couldn't buy it in the first place." Shinsou ran a hand through his lavender hair and opened the classroom door with the other.

     "Wait, how'd you know about that?" (H/c) brows furrowed and raised in confusion as he followed his friend into a room many would consider a prison.

     "I was there, dumbass," For what seemed to be the millionth time that day, Shinsou rolled his eyes. "What time do you want to come over tonight?"

     "I don't really care, I can just drop by my house once we get out of here. Grab some clothes and stuff. If you come with me, we can ride together - if you want too, of course." The ever-thoughtful man knew how much Shinsou loved bike rides and attempted to persuade him with it as they took their seats. "All about consent here." (Y/n) spread his arms lazily.