The sizzling of eggs in the morning and the birds chirping is the first thing that Shiro hears in the morning. Wearing only a black shirt and purple shorts, he tiredly moved the food in the pan around to make sure that everything was cooked.

"Hey," He thought. "This is coming out pretty good."

The eggs seemed to be almost done when he decided to add more pepper into the dish. He walked to the cabinet and grabbed the shaker.

"Now just for a couple shakes of this and-"

His thought was interrupted when the smell of burnt egg and smoke came from the stove.

"Quiznak, not again!"

Looking into the pan, he could see what a burnt crisp the egg was. It wasn't even white anymore! It had literally turned black!

Dejected, Shiro placed his food onto his plate and sat down to eat. Judging by how his food looked, he knew that he was going to have a bad first day of school. Granted he never was a good cooker anyways, but it still left a bitter taste in his mouth… and not just from the burnt eggs.

After eating, he began his unwanted ritual of getting ready for the day. Putting on his uniform, he went to his bathroom to fix his hair up. Just the week before, he had decided to change up his hair-do because of his how his last few years had been. You see, Shiro was a friendly person and would always be there for you if you got close to him. Except no one had wanted to get close to him for one reason. His face. For some reason, many people had thought he was scary and he was always angry. His face just looked that way for many people, and his height hadn't helped either. So he had decided that since he couldn't fix his face or height, he'd change the next best thing. Except it didn't really go as he planned. He had wanted to dye his hair a lighter color, to soften the look on his face. Instead, he accidently bleached his hair white. Not even his whole hair, but the bangs that stood out in the front.

"Damn it," he whispered sadly. "I really should have asked Keith to help me."

Looking down to brush his skunk butt hair, he notice something out of the corner of his eyes. Mold. Growing from the corner of the wall. Shiro narrowed his eyes down at the villainous scum he hated so much. He had just cleaned the bathroom. Why did this day have to start so badly for him?

Moving his attention away from his mortal enemy, he got his book bag packed and proceeded to exit his house. He noticed that the house had gotten very dark once all the lights had turned off. This was because of the huge apartment complex that was just built next to him. He missed the sunlight but had to get his mind on school.

Walking down the streets, he dozed off thinking of way the day can go. This was going to be his last year in high school before he graduated. Much to his dismay, he had only one real friend, and even he felt more like brother. Keith had been with him from day one of freshman year, and he was always there for Shiro. Although his communication skills hadn't really been up to par, he was the best in their class. Everyone knew of his raw talent he had in anything he did. That raw talent even went into his popularity, despite his social skills also being below par. Shiro really wished that he'd be in Keith's class. Without him. He'd have nobody to talk to or have fun with. He knew everyone else would just try to avoid him. Speaking of which.

"Ouch!"

In Shiro's daze, he had accidentally bumped another guys. He wore the same uniform as him and was a little shorter then him. He wore a yellow bandana on his head and where it was tied in a knot moved in motion with his head. He had looked confuse until he looked up into grey eyes.

"I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" They reached into their pockets. "Please take my money! Don't hurt me!"

Before he could get a word out, he had placed hiswallets in his hands and ran off. Later, when he'd go to the lost and found, the lady at the desk would tell him, "Wow, Mr. Shirogane, you sure do find a lot of wallets."

Once he finally got to the class board that told what rooms they would spend their last year in, he found his name placed next to the name, Keith Kogane. He inwardly let out a deep chuckle while he said, "Yes!" But only before noticing that the people surrounding him moved away from him nervously.

"Real nice Shiro." He thought while looking down casted.

A hand's presence on his shoulder brought him back to reality as he looked to his side, where Keith had appeared.

"Hey, looks like we're in the same class this year." Keith smiled.

"Well at least one thing has gone right for me today."

"What do you mean?"

Shiro proceeded to tell the tale of his morning mishap that made him feel sour about how the day was going to play out.

"Shiro, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't know how to cook. Don't you remember how your Christmas cookies ended up last year?"

Indeed he had. His parents had told him that they were amazing, but he was pretty sure that he heard his dad throwing up in the bathroom that day.

"Honestly, if those guys had already given you their wallets, I'd take it as an offering."

"Keith, that's just awful."

Before they could answer get to their class, a yell had brought their attentions behind them. A girl with bright white hair was running toward them excitingly. Shiro couldn't stop the blush that came to their face when they saw her. Running toward him was his crush of three year, Allura. She was the nicest person he had ever met and was friends with everyone. One of the best things he liked about her was the way she wasn't intimidated by him.

"Keith! We are in the same class this year again! Isn't that great!" She mused.

"Uh, yea. I guess." He replied.

She smiled and then looked toward Shiro's direction. His heart skipped a beat as her eyes landed on him.

"You're Takashi Shirogane aren't you?"

All he could do was nod and muttered, "You could call me Shiro."

"Shiro?" She smiled. "That's a cool nickname! You know me right?"

"Uh yea. Your Allura, we had the same class last semester." He replied weakly.

"Yay! You remembered my name! That makes me so happy!" She smiled wider.

He smile was like the sunset, and caused his face to turn another shade deeper of red. If he had looked at Keith right now, he'd see how his smirk seemed to widen to the point of almost making fun of him.

"Well, I'm going to go in now. I hope we all get along well this year!" She said while entering the classroom.

After she left, Keith turned to Shiro and saw the embarrassing smile that was creeping up on his face.

"Dude, you're going to scare people."

But Shiro didn't mind. Suddenly he felt that the year was going to get a lot better now that his crush was going to be in the same class as him.

"Alright, loverboy." Keith said patting him on the back. "I'm going to go in right now. Come in when you're done doing… whatever you're doing."

All Shiro did was nod his head and smile. After Keith left, Shiro played with his white bang and smiled, not caring how he looked to people.

This year was going to go his way for Takashi Shirogane. He was going to make friends, confess to his crush, and live the happiest last year of high school he could. He could only be looking up from here on out… That is until a small person bumped into his chest, causing him to look down. Below him was a small girl that couldn't be as old as a sophomore. She had long brown hair that curled up at the ends and wore glasses. She rubbed her head, making sure she didn't hit herself too hard.

"Oh on." He thought. "Not again!"

He didn't want her to get scared of him. If he scared that grown guy this morning, just imagine what would happen when he scares a small girl.

Before he could ask it she was okay, she glared up at him with cold eyes. He gulped, and overheard many of the other students whisper. "Oh my god! It's the Champion vs Pidge!" and "It's a turf war!"

Pidge? He wondered.

Now that he really looked at her, her hair did stick up like pigeon's fur.

"Ohhh!" He said, "So its Pidge as in Pigd-"

He was cut off when the smaller girl punched him in the face with the force a girl that small shouldn't be capable of. It was so strong that he knocked out immediately.

Before he was out cold, his last thought was that today really wasn't his day.