Weak Hero Fanfiction

Pandora's Box 9

Donald's POV

[... It's the albino from earlier. Why is he approaching?] (Gray)

"Hi, I'm Donald Na. Nice to meet you." (Donald)

[Donald Na? I feel like I've heard that name before, but where?] (Gray)

"Hello." (Gray)

[Who the heck is this?]

"Hm... are you not going to introduce yourself? That's a little rude, don't you think?" (Donald)

"..." (Gray)

Huh, this kid really has no intention of introducing themself. Actually, that does make sense. Seeing as how he's not freaking out right now, he doesn't know who I am. Honestly, even if he did know who I was, he would probably still be looking at me like this. Someone he doesn't know has just randomly started talking to him. Ha!

"So, why were you staring?" (Donald)

"Why were you staring?" (Gray)

Uh- that's... that's fair. 

"What makes you so confident that I was staring at you?" (Donald)

"I never said you were staring at me." (Gray)

Wow, so much backtalk. He's making me angry. 

"Kid, are you sure you want to talk to me that way?" (Donald)

"Mr. 'Na', I have no idea who you are. I think it is very clear that I don't know who you are. If you don't like how this conversation is going, then you can always leave. I won't stop you, nor do I want to." (Gray)

"Oh really now?" (Donald)

"Mhmm." (Gray) 

How does he say all of this so confidently? He is at a complete disadvantage here. I blatantly have him beat in strength and height without even having to try. Even my image is made to instill fear into my opponents. This one is very... weird... 

"And what's that you're reading there?" (Donald) 

If I want to continue this conversation, I'm going to have to change the topic. 

"... This is a calculus book. It just has a cover on it to protect it." (Gray) 

"Oh, let me see that." (Donald)

Finally, something that I can work with. 

... 

This kid doesn't need my help at all. 

"This is... really nice." (Donald)

Okay, I can definitely scratch the idea that he did poorly off of the list of reasons why he'd look so worried. Although, he still could have convinced himself that he did poorly. 

This really isn't helping me stop associating him with my past self. 

He's staring again. Does he want his book back? 

"..." (Gray) 

[It looks like he's enjoying this.] (Gray)

"You're staring again~" (Donald)

"No, I'm waiting for my book." (Gray)

It seems I was right. 

"Haha... sure. Here." (Donald)

[This guy is toying with me. It's annoying.] (Gray) 

"Actually, how about you tell me your name and I give you your book back." (Donald)

[Did he really just wink while saying that?] (Gray)

"So you're holding my book hostage?" (Gray)

Oh, he didn't like that. He looks so annoyed. 

"Give me my book." (Gray)

"Give me your name." (Donald)

[I will not be forced into submission.] (Gray)

"Give me my book." (Gray)

Oh, he doesn't want to give me his name at all. He has so much attitude. He's aggravating at times, but at the same time, he's so much fun to annoy. I also already know that I won't be able to let it go if I leave things here where I'm reminded of my past self by him. Alright, I'm going to do it. 

"Hey kid, give me your pen." (Donald)

"... okay?" (Gray)

[What's he writing down?] (Gray) 

"Let's continue this another time." (Donald)

"What?" (Gray)

[He's just walking away after giving me my book back... What did he even write?] (Gray)

{XXX-XXX-XXXX}

"..." (Gray)