Nyx...she's said to be a curse, right?

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Thankfully, I'm the child of Morpheus

Third Grade

His hair was purple. Dark, thick strands hung on either side of his face with one slightly curving down his forehead, highlighting his chubby cheeks and emphasizing the dark blush that covered them. His words were far too soft for her to hear from where she sat. Indigo eyes, that replicated the color of his hair—if not lighter, refused to lift from the tile floor. Nervous fingers picked at pale skin, lower lip wobbling slightly, voice hushed, the new student was making it hard for her to stay awake.

It was days like these Inoue Misaki wished she wore her hair down. If she angled her head just the right way, pushed her glasses down just far enough down, and rested her pencil between her left pointer and thumb, Ito-sensei wouldn't be able to tell that she fell asleep.

The person to her left would, though, and she found him to be far more annoying than Ito-sensei.

It's not like Misaki could help it. Unfortunately for those around her, a drawback of her Quirk was the constant desire to sleep. Her eyelids constantly drooped, a slight glaze covering her hazel irises. Just looking at her was enough to evoke a yawn.

Another great reason why it was easy to fall asleep in class.

"Misaki-chan," The blond-haired ray of sunshine 'whispered' to her, his voice cutting through the awkward silence that followed the purple-haired boy's introduction.

It's a shame, she thought as she raised an eyebrow to ray of sunshine, that he spoke so quietly. Without saying a word, the ray of sunshine—Mirio—motioned towards the new kid. She knew what he was saying. Friends for eight years, neighbors for four, Misaki could read Mirio like the back of her hand and him, her.

Frowning, she softly shook her head, ignoring the ebony strands that swayed through her vision. She did not want to go out of her way to be nice to the new kid. Wasn't one main character enough? Her life would be so much worse if she got involved with the new kid. It's strange, she sighed at the determination and persistence that shone in Mirio's ocean-blue eyes, that I can't remember his name.

Is my memory fading already?

"Inoue-san," Ito-sensei's voice caught her attention, and her gaze flickered to the smiling young man with hair the color of dust, "Please try not to fall asleep. I understand that it's hard, but you must remain awake for us all."

Had I been falling to-sleep? She frowned, eyes that swirled with green and brown scanning the classroom. Normally, Misaki could feel the tug in her mind but she hadn't. Different shades of brown, blue, green—even purple (though he looked away the moment she caught his stare, face flushing as he suddenly found great interest his desk)—watched her curiously. Ito-sensei was lying. No, if I fell to-sleep, my glasses would've fallen off. Misaki tilted her head, onyx hair tumbling over her shoulder and bangs shifting to the other side. In a motion she knew all would miss—all but her—Ito-sensei softly shook his head, eyes wavering towards the new kid.

Oh, she shrugged before pushing up her glasses, "I'm sorry, Ito-sensei, I'll pay more attention."

He wanted the attention off the new kid and turned it to her. Misaki couldn't blame him. With that introduction, who knew what bullies he attracted. It sometimes sucked that her uncle was her teacher. She couldn't get away with anything anymore, could she?

"It's alright, Inoue-san," Ito-sensei smiled at her; a silent 'thank you', she knew, "How about we take a break for now? It's the first day and the weather is beautiful."

Cheers rang throughout the room, interrupting the daze Misaki felt herself falling into. Good, she sighed, God, I can't wait till my parents let me drink coffee. Sunshine—Mirio—didn't hesitate to stop in front of her desk, hands slammed on the front of it, a twinkling smile on his face.

"We should go introduce ourselves, Misaki-chan," He beamed.

Misaki quirked a brow.

"Why."

Mirio didn't falter; if anything, he bounced on the tips of his toes. Excitement was flooding through his veins. The more energy he excluded, the more awake she felt. Misaki really hated that he knew her so well.

"Come on!" Vigor punched through each word, the soft tingling in her fingers drifting up her arms. The first time she felt it, Misaki cried, thinking that there was a spider crawling on her. It took a few times (where her parents purposely left her with Mirio after telling him they were going to the movies to see whatever movie he'd been talking about all week) before she understood what was happening.

Only certain people had the light she needed.

Like a clock being wound, like a wiring being drawn back till it was taunt, Misaki felt life engulfing her. The droop that pulled at her eyelids slowly receded, the need to yawn and take a nap slipped through her fingers, the glaze that covered her eyes vanishing. Like clockwork, Misaki suddenly found herself feeling the same energetic joy that coursed through Mirio—the life that made him sunshine.

She really hated him sometimes.

A twinkling smile crossed her face, hazel irises suddenly a honey-color. It felt, in simple terms, like someone had injected pure caffeine into her veins.

"Okay!" Misaki smiled, standing with an elegance that only came over her every so often. Grabbing at Mirio's hand, pulling him along, her lips twisted into a frown at the sight of the new kid.

No one was around him. Like the parting of the Red Sea (her mom this time was, strangely, very religious), every single person avoided that desk. Purple-haired boy was hunched over, chin resting on crossed arms.

Misaki let Mirio take the lead. She still didn't know purple-haired boy's name, how rude.

"Amajiki-san!" Mirio's bright voice filled the room as he rested his hands on the top of the desk, and Amajiki hesitantly lifted his eyes.

How beautiful. Misaki never knew eyes that shade before. So dark, yet so light.

"What were you trying to say earlier? It started with an 'h' but I wasn't able to hear you…were you trying to say hero?"

"Y-yeah." Amajiki's voice was much softer than Misaki remembered it being. Every syllable aired caution and unsureness.

What a strange hero.

Smiling gently—much like she did when she saw her baby brother, a smile sent warmth and kindness—Misaki took a step forward, standing right by Mirio's side. Amajiki seemed to flinch back at her sudden appearance, but she didn't take it to heart. She knew she must've seemed different.

"We can all become heroes together!" She said, clasping her hands tightly together behind her, "We'll be the best they've seen!"

Oh, that's right…Tamaki. That's his name.

Amajiki Tamaki.