U.A. : Part 4

As an insomniac and depressed person I couldn't sleep.

I stayed up till sunrise of the next more and I heard noises from the rooms surrounding me including Kacchan's.

I got up and changed into my uniform, before opening my door and walking down the stairs and into the classroom.

I stumbled face forward into a mirror and then I look at myself.

A ugly, useless, skinny, depressed, sleepless and broken eighteen year old boy who wants to be a hero but lost everyone he loves because they hate him.

I walk down the stairs and into the classroom. I fix my hair before I enter the classroom and walking to my seat. Infront of Kacchan.

I look up to the board, the teacher is writing his name and then the topic. I pull out my nooto (notebook in Japanese) out of my bag and then I start writing.

The teacher has asked us to sketch our hero costumes over the week and choose our sparring partners.

Everyone's chosen their other friends and the only one left for me is Kacchan. I had to spar with him for the rest of school. Got to be kidding me.

The bell rings for recess and I exit the classroom first and then instead of going to the cafeteria and got outside to the picnic areas.

I needed air. I laid down on the picnic rug and watch a storm form in my eyes. Beautifully dark just like me.

It starts raining and I'm at relief from the world. I hear thunder crash and lightning strike. It's pouring at this point and then I'm soaked.

Someone notices me lying there doing nothing and runs out with an umbrella. He's tall. He's handsome. He- He's Kacchan. "Get up" he said, and I just sat there not getting up.

"I said get the fuck up" he says again. I get up and hoist my satchel around my waist and I run off to the classroom as the bell rings.

It's sparring time. Yay.

We meet a a huge baseground with caves and boulders, trees and shrubbery surround us. We're supposed to fight.

Me being quirkless, I had to physically fight Kacchan. Someone who had explosions as their quirk. I manage to win.

We've been fighting till dawn. The sun is setting as I trudge back to my room sweating.

I take a shower in my room, change into my fresh PJ's, crawl into bed with a small light on and my windows open to watch the rain and

I start drawing in my sketchbook. I watch the moon. It's a full moon tonight.

I sketch the moon with Tokyo in the background. I finish it and then shade it before turning off my small lamp. I plug in my earphones and then watch another storm form for the whole night.

Day One of not talking to Kacchan most of the time, complete.