"Gah!" A young boy yelped as he landed in a puddle, his jeans ruined. He rubbed his head as he groaned. His forehead screamed in pain as laughter roared around him.
"Stupid Deku. Why can't you watch where you're going?" A voice cackled in front of the fallen boy.
The kid looked up to see a tall blond teen, his hair spiked up, wearing a red letterman jacket. His arms stuffed into his baggy grey jeans, his backpack slung from his right shoulder. The blond smirked towards his group of lackeys from behind, his eyes filled with mischief.
"Please s-stop, kachaan. I need to go home." The fallen called out weakly. The boy- wearing emerald green jeans with a lighter green shirt to match, felt the back of his head where a forest green mop of hair resides, and flinched when he felt a liquid dripping onto his hand. He groaned as he was roughly grabbed and held in the air by his tormentor. "My mom needs me to help cook dinner and-" his mumbling was halted as a fist drove into his stomach, the air in his body pushed out of him in one blow.
The blond spat onto the crumpled boy in front of him. "Shut the hell up, you extra. You leave when I tell you to." Seeing no further movement from the teen in front of him, he scoffed as he approached his group.
"Let's go. No use kicking a pathetic horse when it's down."
He took charge of his group as they followed, the vernadette forgotten just for a moment as they gushed over their leader.
In just a few hours, the vernadette groaned as he rose, a hand on his head as he tried to ease the growing pain in his temples. "I guess it's getting pretty late." He'd say as he picked himself off the ground. Picking up the mess that was his backpack, He sighed as he stared into the starry night above.
"Mom's going to kill me."
A bright ethereal light slithered it's way throughout the cosmos, billions of light years from what we know as the Milky Way. It rushes past the explosions of dying red giants, the births of nebulas, and the lengths of supermassive black holes.
A sharp tapping sound repeated over and over as a groan overtook a classroom of students. Each student rolled their eyes as they set their instruments into a relaxed position, all glaring at a young girl with an embarrassed expression painted on her face.
"Now class." The head of the room crowed. "Can one of you explain just why I cut the music in the middle of section C?"
A lanky arm rose. "The bass section rushed a part, Sensei."
The instructor nodded. "Correct." She moved her eyes to the only bass player in the room. "Young Jirou, can you please explain to the class just why you rushed your part, again?"
Snickers were heard directed to the girl in question. The girl styled a lengthy purple bowl cut, unbuttoned jacket with the top button undone, as well as several piercings on her ears. She stifled a groan. "Because everyone was going way too slow?"
Laughter was heard across the room as Jirou's face grew more uncomfortable. The instructor glared at the girl, obviously unimpressed, as she shook her head. "Young Jirou. This is an orchestra. Everyone plays together. It doesn't matter what you think is right or wrong with the piece or orchestra. You play with the time signature, key signature, and follow the rests." The teacher nodded towards the rest of the students. "Now from the top!"
Hours later, Jirou was seen walking home, brows furrowed in frustration. "Stupid teacher and stupid rules. I only joined the orchestra since they're the only group in the school that'll let me play bass. Doesn't she know that? Waste of time. Maybe I should quit."
She sighed as she stared at the case of her instrument. "Oh, who am I kidding? I'd have nothing if I dropped out" she walked in the direction of her train station. "I guess I just need to sleep."
This light was quickly followed by another, a crimson red streak. It collides with the golden light and continues to batter itself with its opponent. Bits and pieces of golden hue sprays past the crimson red, as does the crimson colours as it collides with gold.
As the streaks raced against the other, they fly past many galaxies, and lands in what is a field of rock; floating, of course. Meteors bounce out of the way, smacking into the other as the lights run into said rocks.
"Again, Shoto!"
A red and white haired boy groaned in pain and exhaustion as he peeled himself off the ground, a resounding glare set on his father as he picked up the boxing gloves that flew off his hands in their spar.
His father chuckled. "Shoto, please try to hit me this time. Taking you down in thirty seconds is not going to earn the title I should have won years ago."
Shoto's glare intensified. "Should being the key word here."
"Watch your tone, boy. If you haven't forgotten I'm the last person you want to piss off."
"I know."
"Denki Kaminari! What did I tell you about playing with the electronics?!"
A blond haired boy sighed in defeat. His hair was in the air, frazzled as all can be, a few strands smoking as is they were in a campfire. His eyes were wide, and mouth agape. "Wee."
His mother shook her head, exasperation written all over. "It's a good thing you didn't die, I guess. Consider this a lesson learned, Denki. Do not play with the electronics! It's dangerous!"
"Yayyy."
"You can't hear me, can you?"
...
After a while, the boy was back to normal, reading a copy of Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms. "I'm glad mom didn't kill me, but I just wanted to see how the toaster worked. It may have been my bad that it was still plugged in, though." He chuckled as he flipped a page. "Still, it's not fair that she took my tools away."
He flipped another page.
"So not cool."
He placed a bookmark in his book and tossed the book to his desk, groaning when it bounced out of the side and on the floor. He pulled out his phone and opened his messages. "I wonder what Kirishima and Sero are up to?"
DK: Hey guys, whatcha up to?
Kaminari had to stifle a groan. "So cringe. I really should find better ways to text."
HS: Watching a movie with my sister. What's up?
EK: Going to the park with my dad. You?
Kaminari rolled his eyes as he responded.
DK: Just wanted to hang. So bored.
DK: Speaking of whom, Sero your sister is single, right?
HS: Dude.
HS: She's way out of your league. And way older.
EK: Isn't she like eighteen?
DK: Yeah she's like two years older than us. So answer the question.
HS: You're not dating my sister.
EK: Yeah man, bro code.
DK: I don't think the bro code applies to this.
EK: I guess? I'm down to hang out though.
HS: Same. Meet at the arcade?
DK: Yeah. See you guess at 3?
HS: Yup
EK: See ya
Kaminari smiled as he stretched. "Alright! Party time!" He glanced at the clock. "Three hours. Guess I'll eat then go."
He looked at his phone. "Yup, definitely gonna be a good day!"
In a matter of a day, seven people go about their business as though there'll be another tomorrow. A girl celebrates receiving new textbooks. A young man scowls at the gum thrown into his wild purple hair. A girl smiles as her siblings play. Each expecting their lives to be mundane, yet they don't expect anything at all.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring? You know what they say, live as if there is no tomorrow. But, what if instead of no tomorrow, there's a new lifetime just waiting to start anew?
In one world, there are superhumans, but in this world, there is only the ordinary.
What would happen if we have just a handful of souls a glimpse of that other life?
With one final rush, the two lights halt their assault completely. They fall limp as the descend into a large organic body, the mass covered in greens, blues, and whites. The two streaks fall into a small area, an area filled with miniature organic beings, as well as nonorganic shells as well.
The white light becomes a prism, in a sense, as seven beams of colour split across the nation, and sink into the ground.
The crimson light does the same, except it just sinks into the ground. Nothing splits from it, nothing is changed from it. It just disappears.
No more is seen of the lights. No noise erupts from the battle that transpired unknowingly. No evidence of a fight was shown.
All fall silent.