🌼Because I Lied🌼

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🌼𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕃𝕚𝕖𝕕🌼
Word Count: 2,852
Warnings: Profanity, Bullying
Information: This storyline will somewhat follow the current one in the Manga, but I doubt it will be hard to follow with it. There will most likely be some spoilers though.

A soft breeze carries the magic in the air. It sways the flowers in the flower field, helping them whisper to each other. That's what friendship is like. The wind, when it's soft and quiet, but nature can hear it. So can the hearts of those who's love is so powerful that it's not meant to be contained forever. That's the type of love I'll never be able to have... because I lied.

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Being a kid was a hell of a lot easier than now. No one had to worry about social hierarchy, long essays about hero history, deciding which high school and/or college you want to go too... who you fall in love with. However, people don't fall in love. That's not a real thing. You can't fall out of love, that just means you never loved them in the first place, dammit! So, falling in love isn't a thing. Being in love... how the hell can you be in love? You're not in it, you are it, and that's that. All that sappy shit about falling in love or heartbreak is bullshit.

When you're a kid, you don't have to pretend to be something you're not. If you're in love, you are. You just are. It's not like a flipped switch, or a sudden change in weather pattern. It's more of a prolonged occurrence. First it's senses. Not everyone can see, because some people are blind, but disabilities don't determine who's love someone has for you or you for them; vice versa. But... when you look at that person, you may not realize how you feel. You know there is something about the idiot that makes you feel something. Love at first sight? Bullshit.

     Not a real thing. That shit doesn't exist. You might as well be falling in love with a serial killer or a villain that wants to rule over the world. But seeing someone you think is interesting... that's real. That stupid basil hair accompanied by those emerald green eyes were easy to spot. People say "plain looking" while I say unique. I've never seen anyone with such vibrant hair. With such determined and strong eyes. I'm not sure who approached who first, but it was probably me. Because I'm like that. You were quiet and timid, but contradicting-ly confident. That's something I envied about you.

     We would hangout with my friends. I know they weren't really yours, but you followed along like your dumbass always does. Fuckin' weak...

     I never really started to become such a delinquent until I was about five. I got my quirk early, I was one of the first. You know that. My quirk: I secrete a nitroglycerin-like sweat, and I obviously make explosives out of them. You know that... of course you would. I practically tortured you with my malice hands.

     Remember that one time we went into the forest to catch things like bugs and villains? This was the time we hung out alone. We usually did. We always hung out more than the extras. Because screw them. They weren't you. You were my favorite person. I loved hanging out with you, even though you were kind of a little bitch, and a klutz. It was kind of quirky and awkward, but in a subtle delightful way. Before we made it to the top of the hill to see the sea of yellow flowers below us, you slipped on a wet rock and scraped your knee. And of course, your dumbass started to tear up. I casually walked over because it didn't look that bad, and I wouldn't have cried if I fell. Idiot.