Electric Current: Not Past

High School

An oof left me when a heavy weight landed on me. I opened my eyes to see Zeido sitting on my stomach with a grin and wet hair.

"You want me to do your hair, don't you?" I ask even though I already know the answer.

Looking at the time on my phone, I groan. 6:30 am. He woke up almost an hour early to shower and get me to do his hair. I'm a very sunny, happy person, but just not this early. I usually set my alarm for 7:15, so I can get a little extra sleep.

"Daaaaaaaaaaii..." He whines, drawing the 'a' out in a very annoying way.

So I grab his hands and shock him—adding a bit more electricity than usual to show my irritation. He yelps and his hair sticks up the way it would if he'd have actually taken the time to gel and spray it with products.

My mind blanks and I can feel myself go lax on the bed. Maybe I shouldn't have used more of my quirk than usual... Though very powerful, my quirk isn't very accurate and it has a bad side effect. If I use too much at once I'll short-circuit and be dumb for awhile.

Sometimes the short-circuit only lasts a moment, while other times I could be dumb for an hour. Fortunately, I'm able to shake myself out of it and rush to shower and get ready. I washed my hair yesterday, so I leave it be and just rinse off.

After I dry off and change, I look in the mirror. Looking in the mirror has always made me feel bad. My hair is thicker than dad's, but it's spiked in a similar fashion—short and thick spikes around my head like a halo. More spikes go down my neck and stop right at where my shoulder meets my neck.

It's short for a girl and I had to practically beg to have it cut, but eventually mom caved. My torso, covered by an oversized Pikachu hoodie, barely covers my growing form and my black leggings do nothing to hide my feminine curves.

There are so many things I want to change, but can't—not right now, not while I'm living with my parents. After running my fingers through my hair to ease the tangled spikes, I go to my closet and slip on my yellow converse high-tops.

"I see you're wearing the hoodie I got you for your birthday."

I turn to him with a scowl and snarkily say, "Haha. Cuz I look like Pikachu and have electricity, right?"

His smirk is answer enough. After we grab our bags, we head downstairs to say bye to my parents. Mom greets us in the kitchen doorway with a granola bar each and waves us on. I wave goodbye to dad from where he's lounging on the couch with a hardcover.

I pull out my phone once we get outside and look at the time. It's about a 20 minute walk to the middle/high school's connected buildings and it's only 7:18.

"Why did you wake me up so early?! It's only 7:18 and school doesn't start until 8:15." I can't help it when my voice turns into a whine.

I usually get up around this time and don't leave until 7:40. He rolls his eyes at my whiny tone and links our arms, half-dragging me with him.

"I didn't know how long you'd short-circuit for, so I woke up earlier. Not my fault you be dumby sometimes."

"Yeah, dumby thick." I say with a playful wink, making him snort.

We both know that I hate my body and don't actually believe that—thought he doesn't know why. He has said quite a few times that I'm attractive, but I always tune it out. An earbud gets pushed into my ear and then American rock starts blaring into my ears.

I've always liked rock, but Zeido is the one who introduced me to American rock. My English is good enough that I can understand some of what they're saying, but I mostly listen to it for the instruments. A guitar solo has us both playing an air guitar while laughing.