Kaidou's Complete Guide to Playing it Cool

The Note

Silky rays of sunlight drip through my window and seep into my blanket. Trailing up from my bed it caresses my cheeks and curls through my eyelashes, as sunlight prances throughout my room I finally sit up. Birds chirp me a,"Good Morning!" from outside and I slowly lift myself out of bed and to the window where the the little tweets and chirps reside right behind the glass. Upon placing my hand on the glass I am reminded that they are bare, bidding the birds goodbye, I pull out a drawer from my nightstand, now cradling a little spool in my hands, I begin wrapping my hands in its red fabric.

Every single morning it's like this-every single morning. It's sorta like my routine- before- my- routine. I do it so mindlessly that it's become second nature, like breathing or walking; My brain barely even works early in the morning, after a night's sleep-good or bad-it always needs time to reboot  when I wake up. But unfortunately, almost everything needs some thought to be put into it, so it's nice to have something so easy-so simple to do in the mornings when my brain hits snooze. Y'know, if it was up to me, I would never wake up as early as I do-I mean, 6:30? School starts in two hours! If it was up to me, I wouldn't go to school at all! On the other hand, my mom would have to disagree. Waking up early is the core of her being, so as a result it has become the core of my being as well.

Anyway, I trudged down the stairs,

"Eeek!"

 As I pushed myself up from my hands and knees, I realized I had tripped on the last step. Brain, if I wake up early, why can't you? After my little mishap, Sora, my little sister, looked up and bit back a laugh, and then looked back down at her omelette with a smug smirk on her face. "Hey! Don't laugh at me!" I shrieked, my voice cracked as those were the first words I had spoken in the past 8 hours, and she just giggled even more. She's so mean! She acts like I'm younger than her.  And she thinks she's so grown up, waking up as early as I do even though her school starts an hour later than PK!

 I promptly snatched the ketchup out of her hand and stuck my tongue out at her. That cued her eyebrows to furrow and her face to go redder than a tomato. What. have. I. done. Before I could even swallow my pride, she was up and out of her chair and after a prolonged struggle, my sleep clothes are now splattered with ketchup."Look what you did, Sora!" when she heard my whining she merely looked at me and pointed the ketchup bottle in my direction. I jolted back  and retreated back upstairs to my room. She wins this time, but the Jet-Black Wings never gives up!

A couple minutes and a uniform later, I was ready for school-wait! Not yet. I quickly skipped over to my notebook(well one of them at least) and slipped it into my school bag. Last week, Aren invited me to study at his house. Aren's this guy who goes to my school, he's pretty nice and athletic-but most surprisingly-and don't tell anyone I told you this- he used to be a punk! Yeah, yeah he even led gangs! So of course he's fit to be my friend, me being a super-hero and all(no big deal) or well...I'm kinda a superhero, i-it's a process, a long story. Anyway, he asked me to study with him and I was so glad because I want to see him outside of school but I'm too nervous to ask-NO! I mean, I was glad he offered to study with me because that means that I'll be able to show him my secret hideout under the guise of a suburban home.

Basically, my notebook is where I jot down all my notes, I've tried to use other notebooks or even just pieces of loose paper, but it never feels right. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I carefully creep down the steps and peek over into the kitchen. Phew! Looks like Sora let off some steam which means I can start looking for Saiki and the others outside without losing my life on the way there. As I pass Sora I catch a glimpse of her hair. whenever she haves it out of that x-shaped hair pin it always swoops onto her face. She kept on slipping the rouge strands behind her ear but they always slithered back, it was kinda funny how much it bothered her. With each time the hair returned to her face she was getting gradually more angry. She looked like a pot of water on the stove, and someone was turning the heat up and up until she finally bubbled over. Now that I think about it, I guess I've forgotten the annoyance of having hair on your face. My hair's so long that it's almost always in my face, it kinda lives here now. I'd feel naked if my hair was like Saiki's or Aren's, or even Nendou. Ugh. I must have physically recoiled when I thought of that because Sora perked up and met my gaze. "Get out of here." she barked, and before the door shut behind me after my hurried exit, I caught a glimpse of her moving her hair behind her ear. 

"Hey, Saiki! Wait up!"

I jogged up to Saiki, Aren, and Nendou. I was a little winded from running down the street to find them,"Oi chibi, are ya losing yer breath from a jog?" Nendou looked down at me and chuckled a gravely laugh. "Really Nendou? I can smell your breath from here," I said,I wasn't going to give up without a fight!"From all the way down there?" he leaned his arm on my head and tossed his own head back to bellow an explosive laugh that echoed throughout the streets. Aren cocked his head toward our impending fight, Saiki didn't even bat an eye. "Ouch!" Nendou yanked back his hand and gawked at the bite mark on his sleeve. I was already running.  He bolted after me and we tussled and chased until we spotted Mr. Matsuzaki at the school's entrance.

During class I spotted a folded piece of paper on my desk. I glanced over at Aren in the seat next to me. When he noticed my noticing, he pretended I was invisible and only eyed the paper. My interest was peaked so I excitedly unfolded the note. I felt like I was opening an ancient treasure that contained unfathomable knowledge, but when I began to read it wasn't unfathomable knowledge at all; it wasn't even something that made sense. It read as follows:

My dearest Shun, 

I have kept this from you for too long, and I just can't take it any longer. Every time I see you I  can't contain my feelings . Ok here goes-

He must have noticed the look of confusion on my face because he leaned over to see why I was pondering so deeply. As soon as he scanned the paper in my hands, his eyes widened and he startled badly. Before I could even read the third sentence he tore it away from me and with no initiative, ripped the paper in half. The letter was curious, I noticed it's yellowing and charred features, and the lettering was sloppy and rushed. Not to mention the fact that,"My dearest Shun," had been scribbled out two times before it was finally left alone. I looked back at Aren and he mouthed,"Wrong one." tossed the other "right one" at me and motioned at me to open it; he did all of this without even looking me in the eyes. His next note read:

Are we still on for studying tonight?

To say I was bewildered would be to say nothing, it wasn't anything like the first note and it was written on a piece of paper from his binder. I didn't dwell on it too much, I looked back at him and nodded. I figured it wasn't worth talking about and we both got back to listening to the teacher.

What just happened?