Author of His Own Life

Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Kimio Alive.

Pairing: Established Kimio x Gonda.

Summary:

Hasegawa Kimio: terminal dreamer.

"YO YO! I'm Hasegawa Kimio, YO! The stuff I wrote in my Dream Note, I'll realize fo sho! Today's the long-awaited second day of high school, YO~Yeah!"

Kimio was overflowing with ideas. Things he wanted to do and things he wanted to try. Career paths and impossible aspirations he wanted to accomplish, all written down with no end in sight in that Cambus notebook he carried everywhere.

The rule was anything he wrote in there, he had to implement. And once he finished one goal, he'd cross out the corresponding entry in the notebook.

Regrettably, Kimio's goals were just too real for his teacher. Pursuing too many dreams was just as unacceptable as having few or none at all, apparently.

I want to be a pilot. I want to be a movie director. I want to be a warrior. I want to be a spy hero. I want to be an idol. I want to be a stuntman. I want to be a professional soccer player. I want to be a YouTuber.

I want to open a ramen shop.

I want to learn how to hula dance. I want to learn how to swordfight. I want to learn how to play the recorder.

I want to meet aliens. I want to meet Godzilla. I want to meet a cat. I want to meet Mr. Dog.

I want to live a fun life.

I want to live doing the things I like.

Kimio was great at multitasking. He could juggle multiple skills.

"Oh! I haven't done that!"

I want to learn how to juggle.

"Little dude!"

"Yep! That's me!"

The jaded, derisive voice belonged to Gonda Kotaro, the self-proclaimed No. 1. strongest man in school who never lost a fight. The same bully who called Kimio an elementary-schooler, swiped and wrote in his Dream Note, and delivered a mean right hook to whoever spoke out of turn, including his own cronies.

The same Gonda Kotaro who tore Kimio's Dream Note to pieces right in front of him!

I want to be the best, most popular man. That's the line Gonda left in Kimio's Dream Note, back before he said fuck it I'mma fuck this kid up. He'd meant to make Kimio cry by writing in his precious book, and when that didn't take, followed it up with a beatdown until he finally ripped the book in half. And when that didn't take, he almost squeezed the life out of Kimio by wringing his neck!

The little shit pissed him off. His Dream Note ripped to shreds, and he still had the idealism not to shed a single tear.

Sure could whine though.

"Give it back!"

Gonda ripped Kimio's dreams to pieces, and Kimio still continued to write on the discarded scraps of paper.

Kimio was a chronic – no, a terminal – dreamer. His positive outlook on the future was a danger, liable to get him killed.

But he didn't change.

If he could remain optimistic through having his dreams pulled apart (and nearly being choked to death), maybe (just maybe!) achieving one's dreams wasn't as futile as Gonda preached.

"Here. I taped it together for you."

"Ah! My Dream Note! Thank you, Gondada-kun!"

The rule was anything written in Kimio's Dream Note, he had to implement.

I want to be the best, most popular man.

Well…He was waiting for Kimio to make him the best, most popular man.

Hasegawa Kimio.

Wannabe YouTuber. Terminal dreamer.

Author of his own life.

Man of the No. 1 strongest man in school.