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Author's Note: Yes, it is another rewrite. I have a feeling I'll never be satisfied with my writing. But I hope you enjoy a more realistic and fleshed out character!
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Tsuyoi P.O.V
How would I describe my life in three words? Not my fault.
No matter what anybody might say, my current situation was not a result of any of my actions or decisions. Case in point, my living situation. My first move was caused by my parents deciding that it was the perfect time to have a synced up mid-life crisis. Their solution; travel the world to try and find themselves, and recover their identity. Dramatic? Yes. But considering the characters that made up my family was completely understandable.
At least they didn't suddenly develop super strength or convert personalities considering who we were related to.
Nevertheless, they were aware they had a 14-year-old son who still had to finish school, and since they wanted me to still have a stable/normal school life, shipped me off to my cousin Heiwajima Kasuka. Not the wisest choice considering his recording schedule had him traveling to different cities, and sometimes even countries. Which then resulted in me being sent off (again) to my other cousin, Heiwajima Shizuo after only a few weeks. Thus, my second move.
Now, I distinctly remember my parents telling me to avoid my cousin due to his…volatile nature. Whenever I looked up his name I would be bombarded by reports of street signs flying haphazardly, rood damage, and something about fleas (?). Plus, my classmates would constantly pester me about if I was, "really related to The Strongest Man in Ikebukuro". How they even knew with our last names being different? I don't know, but it was safe to say my opinion of my cousin was pretty low.
Actually meeting him though? It was anti-climatic.
I was expecting some delinquent, with torn-leather clothes, and ready to go off at the slightest breeze of air. What I was not ready for was a quiet blonde in a bartender suit with a habit of smoking and a surprisingly caring soft side. At first, I was not sure he was the same person from the reports. Until, of course, I met the infamous 'flea'. Unfortunately. It was one of the worst experiences of my life to put it lightly.
Now, I would rather suppress all memories of that incident but I will summarize it in a few paragraphs.
Shizuo-san and I had been living together for a couple of months, and our schedules had lined up so that we both had a day off so we were going out for coffee, as an attempt at 'bonding', to a highly popular café I had read about online. It took us half an hour of waiting before we got inside, and then after waiting for half an hour more, we were finally able to get our drinks.
Before we could even take a sip of our (expensive, but soon to be worth it) expressos though, a guy in a fur-lined coat approached us, causing Shizuo-san to become enraged. In their ensuing fight, they managed to knock over my precious coffee, spilling it all over my clothes. I had been anticipating drinking this coffee for almost the entire week I had been in Ikebukuro, and it had been wasted. It took us forever to get the drink, and I hadn't even gotten to drink it! I was f***ing pissed!
The two males had exited the shop and were fighting out on the street, my cousin furiously flinging street signs at the jumping brunet (which explains the nickname 'flea') who in turn threw knives at my cousin. Deciding to take a page from my cousin's book, I ripped out a stop sign with herculean effort and hurled it at the cackling male. It missed, but it attracted the attention of the intended victim. Which resulted in me being pierced by multiple knives as if my wrists being fractured from tearing the sign out from gravel weren't enough. Not that I'd noticed at the time, adrenaline rushing and all, but that rush had faded the second I'd been impaled.
My attacker ended up escaping while laughing about how being a monster must run in the family, while Shizuo-san frantically called an ambulance, hovering over my shocked and bleeding body. After the encounter, I ended up being hospitalized for the stab wounds and broken wrists, with a newfound fear of knives. My parents also returned (much to my relief), but they didn't stay (much to my disappointment). Instead, they berated their guilt-ridden nephew and once I was fully healed enough, put me on the next bus to Namimori, casts and all. Making a total of (and hopefully only) three moves.
And that's how I ended up with my aunt Sawada Nana, and my younger cousin Sawada Tsunayoshi. They were relatively normal, at least compared to the Heiwajima/Amano family tree, as they were from my mother's side. Nana-san was a bit absentminded but still very sweet, and her entire aura was full of flowers and sunshine. Tsunayoshi-kun was…unique. From what I've seen he was a very clumsy and awkward boy, but he had his moments. They were just…hidden.
Anyway, at first, I thought that I had escaped most of the crazy people from the city. The first couple of months had been pretty peaceful in Namimori. Yet even though it was a completely different environment, one a busy city full of people, and the other a quiet, peaceful town, they still had the same amount of weirdoes.
Which I only found out after it was too late.
For example, my new best friend who I somehow acquired through no fault of my own (what probably sealed my fate was me agreeing to join his club after running into him when I was trying to walk off a nightmare). Sasagawa Ryohei. A motto of 'living to the EXTREME', and over-doing it specialist. He had white hair and silver eyes. White hair and silver eyes. I'm pretty sure if we were in a manga he would be the protagonist. Even though he's just a middle schooler he had a worrying amount of muscle mass due to being the Boxing Club's leader, plus a scar on his face, and if that didn't scream manga protagonist, I don't know what does.
Perhaps I should avoid any could-be-manga-protagonists due to my own quirk of having monster strength but I have the feeling if that's my fate, I won't be able to avoid it so I might as well just accept it. Better that than be dragged kicking and screaming. Which is probably what would happen to me if I tried to de-friend Sasagawa-kun. So that's a no-go.
Speaking of kicking and screaming, there was also the Demon of Namimori, Hibari Kyoya. Namimori's extremely (damn, Sasagawa-kun is rubbing off on me) scarier version of my older cousin, Shizuo. Because at least my cousin didn't actively go looking for trouble (his job didn't really count), as he actually hated violence (the flea being an understandable exception) and he didn't have weapons. He used his environment and his fists. Hibari-san, on the other hand, carried around metal tonfas. I didn't even know those were a thing until I moved here. Plus, he looked for people to punish, or as he put it, 'bite to death'. Although he did mainly deal with delinquents, so he at least had that going for him.
Yeaahhhhh…
Well, there's certainly no chance of me ever befriending Hibari-san though. I don't think he even has any friends, to begin with, so, yeah.
Not that I could speak. Since moving here, Sasagawa-kun has been the only close friend I've been able to make. For some reason, nobody wanted to actually befriend me (weirdly enough, the same problem plagued Sasagawa-kun). The only people that talked to me for reasons other than school was Sasagawa-kun and of course, numerous students once again constantly pestering me about if I was related to The Strongest Man in Ikebukuro. I seriously needed to learn how they were getting this information. I never told anyone about it, as it's none of their business, yet they still always find out!
Anyway, I thought those were about the weirdest people I would deal with, but my newest 'why me' moment had arrived. In the form of a baby in a suit standing in front of the Sawada residence.
My morning had started off as always. An alarm clock in the form of Sasagawa-kun repeatedly texting my cell phone, to 'wake up and join my morning run to the EXTREME' to which I texted 'no, I'll just walk to school with you' with minimal errors. Then I sluggishly pulled on my uniform, nibbled on a piece of toast with an egg on top (sadly leaving no time for coffee), grabbed a bento box (thank you Nana-san, you are an angel), and stumbled out the door, greeting the intense sun with a disgruntled glare.
Only to be accosted by the sight of aformentioned baby sliding a letter into our mailbox when I exited the gate. We locked eyes, tense and awkward silence enveloping us. A teenager walked past us, but I was more concerned about the baby.
Was he lost? Did he need help to find his parents? Why was he able to stay perfectly balanced on a suitcase? And why was he mailing us a letter?
We stayed like that for a few seconds, until I broke the staring contest after being startled by a familiar shout a few streets away. "EXTREME RUN!"
"AMANO-KUN, I AM RETRIEVING YOU FROM YOUR HOUSE SO WE CAN WALK TO SCHOOL TOGETHER TO THE EXTREME!" Pinching the bridge of my nose, I decided it would be wise to spare the neighborhood's ears from further damage by calling Sasagawa-kun. Still eyeing the baby uncertainly, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and held it a foot away from my ear after pressing on Sasagawa-kun's number. It rang for barely a second before it was quickly picked up.
"AMANO-KUN, I WILL BE THERE SOON! PLEASE WAIT FOR ME AND DON'T WALK TO SCHOOL YET! THAT WOULD BE UN-EXTREME!" Letting out a quiet sigh at having to deal with the pressing issue of my friend who was about to wake the peacefully sleeping dead. Which I could've been if I hadn't befriended Sasagawa-kun. Withholding a yawn, I rubbed my eyes before I started speaking.
"Sasagawa-kun, that's not why I called. Can you not shout so loudly? It is morning y'know, people are still sleeping and they tend to not like being woken up so early, besides, we always walk to school together, so why change now?" Man, sometimes I wish he had a volume control remote. I'm almost getting used to it though.
"TOO LATE! I AM HERE!" Almost. I ended the call and put away my phone, then turned away to look at the baby, but there was no baby.
In the few seconds, it had taken me to deal with too-loud-too-early, the baby had disappeared. Maybe my sleep delirious brain had conjured the baby (it did disappear after I rubbed my eyes, I think)? I probably shouldn't have played Animal Crossing till 2 o' clock in the morning. Or the day before that. Or maybe at the entire time I've been in school. Yeah, I definitely screwed up my sleeping schedule.
Not too many regrets though. Nothing a short nap and a warm can of coffee couldn't heal. Hey, no judging. My morning recovery plan must have been working because I always got at least an 89% on all of my tests and homework. Just 1% from 90%, so close, yet so far.
"That's great Sasagawa-kun. Now let's just get to school. If I don't get my nap before class, I will fall asleep suddenly and with no warning. Unless you got me coffee." Sasagawa-kun dug his hand into his bag and held out a blurry item, which was decidedly not coffee, so I guess that easy solution was a no-go. That's a shame.
"Coffee stunts your growth to the EXTREME! You should continue to drink strawberry milk! You build strong bones to the EXTREME!" So that's what he was holding. Huh. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I saw that he was indeed holding a small pink box carton containing milk. It's an alright replacement. He knows me too well. Damn it.
Begrudgingly, I grabbed the box and angrily stabbed the straw into the hole, then started sipping the cold, creamy drink.
"I still would have preferred coffee." (A/N: I don't know why, but I just glanced at this sentence after writing it and thought I made him say, "I still would have preferred to die." ?)
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We were walking for a while, Sasagawa-kun practicing punches while I lethargically followed, when we stopped before a street due to hearing a strange roaring sound steadily coming closer. I'd never heard anything more ominous.
Soon enough, a scantily clad Tsunayoshi came rushing towards us, forehead blazing and a craze in his eyes. In his hurry though, he didn't see the approaching truck that was about to cross in front of us.
"LOOK OUT!"
"WAIT! TSUNAYOSHI! STOP," we both shouted out a warning, but Tsunayoshi-kun paid no heed and continued to run straight into the oncoming truck. His body was flung back and he was still shouting crazily, not in pain though. In fury. Just like Shizuo-san when he saw a certain flea (*shudders*). Wow, I should really stop with these comparisons and be more worried over my right here cousin who might still be potentially injured!
"Eh? Where'd that crazy guy go?" Good question Sasagawa-kun, where on Earth did my now craziest family member go (and I thought Shizuo-san was bad)? He wasn't anywhere in sight!
"Ah! If we don't hurry we'll be late! Let's EXTREME RUN to school!" Still paralyzed in shock, I vaguely felt Sasagawa-kun grab my hand and start dragging me to school.
Oh, Kami. I hope Tsunayoshi-kun was okay.
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Author's Note: Yep, Tsuyoi regrets his life choices, but don't we all? Please comment any constructive criticism or feedback, and favorite or follow this story if you liked it! Also, please tell me who you want Tsuyoi to be with!
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