(in Sakane's POV)
That one fateful day in first grade was the start of it all. I was just minding my own business, and then he happened to me. I was sitting at my desk for a few minutes before the bell rang, and then someone walked into the class. His silver hair was fluffy and unruly, and he didn't look too happy to be there. He saw me. I was still eating my breakfast, it was an apple. He walked over to me and smiled. His sharp teeth were just like mine, but better. He wore them confidently. He told me my teeth were cool. Honestly, I didn't like them. I'd scared away tons of people with them, so I practically didn't have friends.
Then came fifth grade. I had just come out at transmasc. I walked into the first day at school with short hair and a flat chest. My classmates were shocked. All except for my best friend. He had known before my dads even. Apparently I trust him more than them. Makes sense. Every time the bullies would come to me saying that I was a girl not a boy he would always come and protect me. One time, he actually got in a fight with one of the bullies and broke his arm.
The summer between 6th and 7th grade a lot happened. I had my first crush on a boy. When I told my best friend I liked boys he wasn't weirded out by it. All he said was to tell him if I ever had a crush on him. It was the summer that I decided I wanted to go to UA Hero High School. It was the summer that he wore flannels all the time and regretted it. But damn he looked good in those flannels.
Before I tell you what me and him are doing now I have to tell you one more story. The one about Ninth grade. Ninth grade was possibly my favorite year of school so far. He and I had so much fun. On the first day of school we wore matching outfits, a green flannel and green cargo pants with a black shirt and the tallest platforms we owned. His were only two inches, but mine were seven inches. I only own those platforms for one reason: So I'm not short. I can't tell you with words how good he looked. Ninth grade was the year I had a crush on him. Ninth grade was the year he had a crush on me.
Now, we both go to UA High and we're in the same class, and we're a couple. Life could not get any better. I had to come out to my entire class yesterday, which wasn't fun, but I got a free kiss out of it. He quickly made friends with the oversized pigeon. I don't like the oversized pigeon.
Oh, if you were wondering who "he" is, pay attention. You'll get the hints.