"Listen, all I want are the rest of the details and I'll be on my way."
I say as I cross my arms and glare at Shigiraki.
"Sounds fair."
He turns to Kurogiri and whispers something to him. I tuck a stray cluster of my grayish-blue hair out of my face and behind my ear.
"We want you to get any information possible about All Might. No matter how you get it or how small it may seem, we want it. We also want your future classmate's weaknesses."
I raise an eyebrow.
"You want to know how to break them? They're my age for god sakes, almost fifteen. Even if they have powerful quirks, they're still kids."
Shigiraki sighs as he leans against his elbow on the wooden bar. Kurogiri stands behind the bar table and waits patiently.
"I know you're smart enough to understand the fact that we don't want to kill any of them... For now, we just want to wound All Might's pride and reputation. And with you, we can do that. Is that enough?"
Hesitantly, I nod.
"Good, good. And don't forget Miss Oritsu, you joined us because you need protection, protection from the Yakuza."
I sigh.
"Sir, there's no need to-"
"-And all we ask in return is that you work for us. You need us, and never forget it."
Discreetly rolling my eyes, I sigh again and shove my hands in my pockets.
"I won't, Mister Shigiraki."
"The entrance exam is in a few months. Get yourself together. The plan really begins when you get accepted. Now leave. Kurogiri can get you home."
Pulling my hood over my head, I nod at Kurogiri. A thick black and purple cloud of mist appear behind me. I turn around and walk through it, keeping my head low. When I look up, I'm in an alley near my house. Well, my aunt's house I just live with her. I glance left and right, making sure no one sees me. I breathe a sigh of relief as I start to cross the road.
Yeah, yeah, I won't forget. "Mister" Shigiraki...You and your stupid hand mask...
I let myself in, and kick off my shoes at the door. My aunt calls from the kitchen as I drop my backpack on the ground next to my shoes.
"Why do you come home from school so late? We can't have you missing out on dinner!"
She sighs and clicks her tongue as she sets napkins and chopsticks out on the dinner table. I pull my hood down and smile at her as she redoes her tight brown bun.
"I was studying at school. Can't have my grades slipping now can I?"
She chuckles and sets bowls of steaming rice and curry. I sniff the air.
"Smells good. What'd you make?"
She sighs as she sits down, tucking a strand of brown hair out of her face.
"Curry and rice. Wash your hands first!"
I laugh a little as I make my way to the kitchen sink. Her chopsticks click together as she starts to pour servings into our bowls.
"So, how was school?"
Drying my hands off on a towel, I gaze out the window.
"Good. How was work?"
She chuckles and sighs.
"Oh, Uwabami's hero agency is the same as always."
I grin as I take a seat and start eating my rice. My aunt works as an assistant at Pro Hero Uwabami's hero agency. That means she's either at work for the day, or she gets home early depending on the schedule for the day.
For the next couple of months, I'll have to train my physicality more. My quirk is fine I just need to bulk up a bit. Maybe I could head down to that beach covered in trash and use that. I can never remember the damned name of that place though...
"Are you alright, Tazuma? You seem a little gloomy today."
I look up and smile at her.
"Oh, I'm just thinking that's all."
U.A will crumble beneath the League of Villains. They're all corrupt and unjustified bastards who only want fame and money. There aren't any real heroes around anymore besides All Might. Just you wait, U.A, just you wait…
I hate this stupid skirt. It's too damn short.
Groaning, I try and stretch the bottom of the uniform skirt as I glare at myself in the mirror.
I don't want the whole school looking at my thighs... I hate the fact that they look plumper than they should be. Even if it's not that noticeable.
Shifting through my closet, I find a pair of black shorts meant to be worn under skirts and pull them over my legs. I twirl in front of the mirror, glad that they cover enough and how useful they'll be in the future.
That's better.
Straightening my red uniform tie, I grab a hair tie off my desk. Pulling my hair up, I tie it off into a high ponytail. I grab my bag and make my way downstairs, buttoning up my jacket rather lazily as I do so. My aunt claps her hands together at the sight of me and sighs happily.
"You look so cute, Tazuma! I'm so proud of you!"
She hugs me tightly as I reach the bottom of the stairs, her strong arms refusing to let me go. I smile as she loosens her grip. Hobbling towards the front door, I slip on my black sneakers and tighten the laces. Opening the door, I wave as she gives me one last hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"C'mon I have to go!"
She sighs and lets me go.
"Be safe!"
I smile at her as she sighs and slowly closes the door behind me. Looking both ways, I run across the street and continue along the sidewalk. Glancing up at the sky, I pull out my phone and check the time.
Oh shit. I better get there soon. I'm gonna have to use my quirk if I wanna make it on time. As long as I don't get noticed I won't get arrested for public quirk usage...
Taking off my school jacket, I shove it into my bag and undo the top part of my button-up shirt. Pulling the collar off my shoulders, I thank myself for wearing an undershirt underneath. I take a deep breath and sprout a large pair of brown wings on my upper back, loose feathers swirling around in the wind. Clutching my bag in my arms, I thrust myself into the air. I steer awkwardly to try and avoid buildings as I lock the U.A building in my line of sight. The steady flap of my wings keeps me aloft as the wind pulls strands of hair out of my ponytail.
I didn't wanna have to do this. The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself.
As I glide effortlessly through the air, the U.A building crawls closer. The next moment, the pillars and cherry trees lining the entrance draw me in as I start to aim downwards. Landing perfectly on the sidewalk right next to the entrance. My wings freeze and disappear into my back, vanishing as quickly as they appeared. Buttoning my shirt back up and straightening my tie, I get my uniform jacket out from my bag and I pull it tightly around me. Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I walk onto the path and continue to walk into U.A.
I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, my golden eyes glaring at anyone who comes near me. I watch several curious-looking people walk into the classroom. One girl had pink skin and small yellow horns on her head. She was rather talkative with the other girls, especially with one who had headphone jacks as ear lobes. I also mentally noted a particularly rude blonde who put his feet on his desk who was currently getting yelled at by a rather annoying guy with glasses.
This class is full of wannabe's. As for goldie locks over there, he appears to have potential but he also appears to be an asshole. No, he probably is an asshole.
The door creaks open, and a green-haired kid shyly opens the door. We make eye contact and he shudders as I glare at him. Suddenly, the four-eyes who was shouting at goldie locks chops the air with his hand and speed walks over to him and introduces himself as Tenya Iida.
I can't wait for this mission to be over. At least all the bulking up I did before the entrance exam will pay off. While I'm here all I have to do is keep a low profile. Or I can show off and prove to each one of these losers that they're going to need my mercy when the League of Villains attacks. Heroes don't care about anything except themselves, and these kids are no exception.
A tired and worn-out figure walks through the door, a yellow sleeping bag draped over his arm. A strange grey scarf hangs loosely around his neck as he walks up to the small podium in front of the class.
"My name is Shouta Aizawa. I'm your homeroom teacher."
Get on with it. I don't have all the time in the world.
He pulls a blue uniform with giant white letters on the front, specifically U and A, out of his sleeping bag.
"Let's get to it. Put these on and get outside."
"A quirk assessment test?!"
The class says in unison. Well, most of the class. I glance over at goldie locks, who stands with awful posture and his hands in his pockets
That's your new nickname now, Goldie.
"What about the orientation? We're gonna miss it!"
A girl with a brown bob says. Aizawa sighs.
"If you really wanna make it to the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at U.A, we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit. You've been taking standardized tests most of your life, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all reacted equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the ministry of education will learn."
I yawn and cross my arms impatiently. Aizawa turns to Goldie locks.
"Bakugo, you managed to get the most points at the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?"
His name is Bakugou? Hmph. And he was the best at the entrance exam? I wish I was there to see it. Would've helped out a lot.
"67 meters."
Aizawa nods.
"Right. Try doing it with your quirk."
Bakugou smirks and walks up to Aizawa as he hands him a ball.
"Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, your wasting our time."
He glares out at the courtyard, his grip on the ball tightening as he coincidentally glares right at me. Turning his face to the sky, he speaks in an arrogant tone.
"Alright, then you asked for it."
Readying his stance, he pulls his arm back and-
"DIE!"
The ball flies through the air with blasts of fire following it. It leaves rings of smoke as it cuts through the air. Bakugou smirks proudly.
An explosion quirk? Interesting. Most likely weak towards water-type quirks and such. I could take him. Tire him out and then shock him. But then again he looks like someone who doesn't go down without a fight. Something tells me this is just a fraction of what he can do so I shouldn't underestimate him. I'll have to write this down later.
"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities."
Aizawa clicks on a device in his hands.
"-It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero."
He lifts the device as the whole class gasps.
Impressive. I bet this Bakguou has a big ego. He certainly looks the part.
'Woah, seven hundred and five meters are you kidding me?"
A boy with spiky yellow hair asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I wanna go! That looks like fun!"
The girl with pink skin chimes in.
Bakugou's going to be a problem though. He appears to be way more physically intimidating than me but I'm most likely smarter. Maybe he has a hidden weakness or a secret I can exploit. Not just a quirk weakness, but something better. A secret girlfriend perhaps? Maybe even a boyfriend. I don't care as long as it's something.
"So this looks fun, huh? You have three years to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and playtime?"
Aizawa smirks, and I realize I'm supposed to at least pretend like I'm paying attention.
"Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately."
The class gasps again.
Expulsion? That could be a problem.
I smirk to myself.
I'm not afraid of a challenge. No one gets anywhere by playing safe.
"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs, understand? If that's a problem you can head home right now."
"You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first, it isn't fair!"
The girl with brown hair wines, ticking me off. I scoff loudly and the class's curious stares turn to me.
"Honestly, If you can't handle being expelled, then how do you expect to handle a villain attack? Let alone become a hero. If you're not ready it, give up now while you still have your pride."
My voice is full of edge and annoyance as the girl frowns at me, clearly upset with my comment.
Way to bring attention to yourself. You're supposed to be keeping a low profile, you idiot.
"That's the spirit. What's your name?"
Aizawa glances at me, as I grumble my name like it's a curse.
"Tazuma Oritsu."
Aizawa nods, and the class's attention awkwardly returns to him.
"Like Miss Oritsu said, Natural disasters, big accidents, and selfish villains. Calamities whose time or place can't be predicted. The world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try and combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, U.A will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond. Plus Ultra style."
Aizawa lifts a finger and beckons the class.
"Show me it's no mistake that you're here."
I watch with disinterest as the class lines up to race. Soon, It'll be my turn.
I can't fully transform with clothes on so I'll have to do it partially.
A few people stare as I begin to take off my shoes, leaving my bare feet on the dirty courtyard. Then, it's my turn. As I bend over and get my feet steady and my hands on the ground, I glance at the person next to me and we make eye contact. It's Iida. Suddenly, my legs morph into those of a cheetah's. The yellow fur and spots shimmer in the sunlight as I ready my muscles, my strong hind legs ready to run. Iida's eyes widen as some people gaze out of curiosity. The robot at the finish line clicks and I jolt across the path, launching myself across and dust kicking up into the air.
"3.09 seconds."
Says the robot. I swiftly turn my legs back to normal, my hands on my hips. The class stares at me in awe as Iida finishes the race. I roll my eyes and walk back to the line, as their attention turns elsewhere. Grabbing my shoes, I plop down on the ground and pull them on. My thoughts keep me focused as I watch the rest of the students take their turns. The rest of the assessment tests fly right by me, as I complete every one of them with great scores. In the end, no one was going to get expelled. When it was finally over, the class divided by gender and went to their respective changing rooms.
"Hey, your Tazuma right?"
I jump a little in surprise and glare at the pink-skinned girl from earlier, who now stands behind me with an energetic smile.
"Don't call me that ever again. My name is oritsu."
Giving a low growl, I turn back to my uniform resting neatly in a locker, trying not to look at any of the other changing girls. Out of respect, of course.
"Alright, Ritsu! I'm Mina Ashido! I saw what you did during the tests and it was pretty cool!"
I roll my eyes as I pull the blue U.A jacket off, revealing my undershirt and arms. Along with a visibly faded dark red burn scar covering my whole left shoulder. Mina gasps and grabs the attention of the other girls, making me irritated.
"Woah, Ritsu! Where'd you get that?!"
Mina reaches to touch it but I smack her hand away. Grabbing my button-up, I glare at the girls. Again, avoiding looking anywhere but their faces.
"I fell into a campfire when I was younger. It was an accident."
"Aw, you poor thing!"
Mina's smile drops as she gives me a tight hug from behind. I immediately feel uncomfortable as I quickly shove her off of me and put on my button-up.
That's not how it happened. On my one and only mission from the Shie Hassikai, my goal was to get information about Endeavor, and it happened a little over a year ago. After sneaking into his office, I managed to get everything I needed but his damn kid caught me and I had to attack him. We fought and I almost won, trying to toss him out of the window but Endeavor came in at that moment and burned my shoulder in return. And his son had to watch. Somehow, I escaped and crawled back to the Yakuza, where they fixed me up. That was the last straw and the next month I escaped, joined the League of Villains, and started living with my aunt. One of the many reasons I decided to run away was the fact that I felt disappointed in myself for just barely succeeding on my first ever mission...
Stop thinking about that, you need to focus.
I shudder a little, thinking about that frightening memory as I tighten my tie and make my way out of the locker rooms and back to the classroom. Putting a hand on the classroom doorknob, a cold voice causes me to freeze a little. My body remains still and shocked as I remember the stoic voice clear as day.
"Your name is Oritsu, correct?"
I shudder a bit before regaining myself. I turn and glare at him.
"And? What the hell do you want?"
"What middle school did you go to."
Why the hell is he asking me questions? Does he remember me? I was smart enough to not show my face on that mission but who knows...
"It doesn't matter. What's with the questions?"
He says nothing, his glare cutting into me like a knife.
"Then you won't mind me asking your name."
I say, already knowing the answer. His cold gaze remains the same as he speaks with no emotion.
"Shoto Todoroki."
I glance at his hair.
It was him. I recognize his hair. It still looks like a god damn peppermint...
"What's your quirk."
At this point, I'm a bit more than annoyed.
"Animal transformation, are you done?"
He pauses, staring into my golden eyes like he's trying to remember something.
"Well, I don't know if it was a pleasure to meet you but I guess I'll figure that out later. Good day, Todoroki."
I roll my eyes briefly as I open the classroom door and walk towards my desk, leaving him behind.
Did he recognize me? This could blow the whole mission. He acts and looks just like Endeavor...But what on earth gave him that scar over his left eye? Never mind that, he's going to be a massive problem if he does remember me. But how do I get rid of him?
"Oh shut up, goldie locks. Don't waste my time with your petty arguments."
My tiger claws gleam in the light as explosions burst from Bakugou's palm.
"Stop calling me goldie locks, you damn smartass!"
He shouts as he lunges towards me. I swiftly dodge his attack and grab the neck and back of his shirt with my claws, flinging him onto the tile floor. He grunts and shouts curses at me as the class gasps. Aizawa storms in and glares at me with his quirk activated, causing my hands to forcibly turn back to normal.
"What is the meaning of this?! What happened?"
Everyone else in the class mutters until the green-haired kid, Midoriya, gulps and speaks up.
"K-kacchan insulted Oritsu and so she insulted him back, a-and he got really mad and tried to fight her but she dodged a-and won."
Aizawa sighs as Bakugou gets up from the floor, balancing himself on a nearby desk and blood dripping from his lip.
"She didn't win anything!"
Bakugou yells, clearly upset about my easy victory. Yet something rings in his voice that sounds like guilt. I've always been able to tell things like that for some reason. Aizawa points to the door as the class gathers their bags.
"Bakugou, before you go I will speak to you for trying to start a fight, the rest of you, enjoy what you have left of the day."
I scowl as I saunter past Bakugou, swinging my bag over my shoulder.
"Maybe next time, goldie locks."
I smirk menacingly as Bakugou pounds his fist onto a desk and curses at me again. Slamming the door behind me as I leave, I take a deep breath.
That was close. I can't just get into fights every day, it'll get me suspended. And I need to focus on the mission. When I get home I'll make an excuse and pretend to go buy something then I'll meet with the League. If I-
Todoroki catches my eye as he calmly walks past me. I couldn't focus on leaving. Was it out of fear or was it something like panic? I wouldn't be surprised if seeing him accidentally triggered my memory, but I fail to see why. Suddenly, Mina jumps up next to me and tugs at my arm.
"Hiya, Ritsu! Who you starin' at?"
I pry her hands off my arm and glare at her, shocked, pissed off, and uncomfortable at the sudden hug all at once.
"Get the hell off me!"
She giggles and moves in front of me.
"My name's Mina, silly! And don't act like I didn't catch you staring at someone! C'mon who was it? Give me the gossip!"
I struggle for words, something that doesn't usually happen to me. I try to move past her but she's stubborn.
"None of your damn business!"
I clench my fists at my side, trying my best not to force her out of my way.
"We can share numbers and you can tell me later!"
Finding no other way out of it, I slowly get my black phone out from my bag. She smiles brightly and snatches my phone from my hands.
"I'll write it down for ya!"
Why the hell is she so adamant about this?! Did she lose a bet or something? There's no way she would actually want to talk to me. I don't feel like talking to her that's for damn sure...!
She types her number in and hands my phone back, finally moving out of my way.
"See you tomorrow, Ritsu!"
Grumbling, I shove my phone back into my bag and grunt as I keep walking down the hall.
She's going to be annoying...What was her quirk again? Acid I think?
I let my thoughts run rampant as I make my way out of the U.A building and towards a bus stop.
Her weakness might be a tough one. Maybe you just take her down quickly by dodging her acid attacks and give as many blows to sensitive spots such as the neck as hard as possible to greatly weaken her and keep her on edge. If I were to fight her, I'd make sure to keep her busy with an offensive strategy then surprise her and pin her down, making it unable for her to move. A bonus would be to hurt her every time she uses her quirk to ensure she doesn't try to escape. As for handcuffing her or keeping her contained that might be difficult. If the acid comes from her hands, just tie her off in other places and make sure her hands are too far away from the binds so she can't melt them.
I find myself close to my house outside the bus window by the time I remember my surroundings.
Damn it, I did it again. I can't think too hard about this stuff or else. After all, I don't want to think so hard I forget I'm walking across a road and get hit by a car. But all of these thoughts will come in handy.
After thanking the bus driver and stepping off, I sigh as it drives off.
"Auntie! I'm home!"
I say as I open the front door. Slipping off my sneakers, I leave them by the door and walk into the kitchen. My aunt goes up to me and pulls me into a big hug.
"Tazuma! How was your first day? Did you make friends? Are your teachers nice?"
I laugh nervously as she holds me out in front of her, a smile on her face.
"It was great, I met a lot of people and my homeroom teacher is alright."
She claps her hands together and walks back over to the kitchen, a big grin on her face.
"Tell me all about it over dinner."
She hums as she gets back to work on dinner.
"I'll be in my room."
I call to her as I smile and walk to the stairs. My smile fades into a grimace as my hand runs along the railing. Taking a sharp right at the top of the stairs, I click open the door to my room. My plain bed rests in a corner next to my desk as light pours from a tiny lamp. Sighing, I drop my backpack next to my desk and fall backward onto my bed.
I can't stop thinking about the peppermint kid. Todoroki was his name, right? He's the only god damn thing in my way. Out of all the ways this mission could fail, someone who remembers that I'm a villain, especially a classmate, could be one of the worst. I need to eliminate him somehow.
Sitting up, I undo my ponytail and let my grayish-blue hair fall gently on my back. I stare sadly at the ground as I pull it all onto one shoulder and stroke it calmly.
What makes me think I can beat him at all? His quirk is ice and fire, and he's Endeavor's freaking son for god sakes, he's probably the most powerful in our class. Why must it be him of all people? Half of his quirk is my weakness too… I can't stand fire. It's what gave me the ugly scar on my shoulder... It wouldn't explain why he never used it during the assessment tests, but it's only the first day so he might use it eventually. I felt like I could take him just fine until I found out his quirk... Why did my confidence deflate that easily? The same thing happened when I found out goldilocks's quirk but less so.
Letting go of my hair, I pull out my desk chair and sit down. Putting my elbows up on the desk, I rub my temples with my fingers.
I didn't realize a simple undercover mission could get so irritating on the first day...I need to keep an eye on him...But how do I do that without looking suspicious?
I close my eyes and try to concentrate. A few cars drive by outside my window, and birds chip on a nearby telephone line. Suddenly, it hits me and my eyes widen.
I've got it!
Reaching a hand underneath my desk, I push the bottom upwards and hear a click. I pull the secret bottom out and set it down as I rip a thick black notebook from a hidden compartment. I put it onto my desk and fumble with the secret bottom as I click it back into place. Pulling my chair closer towards my desk, I grab a pen and flip through the dozens of crowded pages full of handwritten records of my time with the Yakuza, petty crimes I've committed, and one mission. Although it's more of a way to keep track of everything, it could be very, very dangerous for me if it got into someone else's hands. Finding a blank page, I start writing as I think.
I know what I'll do. I'll pretend that I want to be his friend. All I have to do is get to know him, get close, then strike. I've never killed anyone and I hopefully won't plan to, but I'll have to hurt him enough that he'll survive while still making me seem like a villain who'll kill if necessary. I've only manipulated a small number of my victims in the past but it shouldn't be too difficult. I'm already a flawless liar after all.
My hand stops.
But, what if I start liking being his friend? Or he grows to like me? Anything could happen so it's not out of the realm of possibility...
I stare off for a moment and set the pen down.
Enough. I won't because I've done this before so what could be so special about him? Even if I'm not that experienced, I know better than that. Just because I've never had a real friend before doesn't mean I'll fall for his dirty tricks... From how he acts, he's just as arrogant and selfish as his dad. How could I possibly be friends with someone like that? It makes me sick.
Slamming the notebook closed, I feel the impulse to throw it across the room as thoughts I'd never dare admit to anyone jolt across my mind. Like how pretty his eyes get. But he's not the kind of person I'd be interested in, romantically and otherwise. I act like I know what my type is when I'm the least knowledgeable there is when it comes to love and shitty stuff like that.
Hell, what can I say about bullshit like that? It's never happened to me before so how the hell do I know who's my type or not? Shit, I'm getting off track. Focus!
I lean back in my chair, cross my arms and I kick my feet up on the desk as I glare at nothing and lightly clench my teeth.
It doesn't matter who his dad is, or how powerful he thinks his quirk is, there is nothing he can do to stop me. I never had a choice about what I wanted to become be it a hero or a villain, and neither will he. He'll die one way or another and I'll be laughing when he does! Sleep with one eye open, Shoto Todoroki. You're going to need it…
"Tazuma! Dinner!"
I almost choke on my next breath out of surprise as my chair suddenly falls backward. It crashes hard against the wooden floor with me in it.
"Tazuma? Are you all right? I just heard a crash..."
My aunt calls me from the bottom of the stairs as I sit up and rub my now aching back.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine…"
I grumble as I yank the chair upright and storm out of my room. Skipping down the stairs, I make sure to smile as I walk over to the kitchen sink.
"Hm. Smells good!"
She scoffs playfully as she sets the food on the table and I start to wash my hands.
"Why thank you! Now, tell me about your day. What's U.A like?"
Drying my hands off, I take a seat. Chuckling a little, I start to serve myself some rice and soba.
"Oh, it's wonderful! A bit overwhelming, but it's really pretty. The people in my class are, how do I say this?"
I take a bite of some soba.
"-Interesting."
My aunt beams at me as her brown eyes shimmer in the light. Whenever I look at her, I'm reminded of how much of my father's DNA I got. My aunt and mother were sisters and looked almost exactly alike. Both had gorgeous brown hair and eyes, both had slim, tall, and attractive figures, yet only one of them was quirkless. My mother. Why she married my bastard father, I'll never know. My aunt hated him too.
"Well, I'm sure you'll grow to like your classmates. After all, you're going to be stuck with them for the next three years!"
I laugh and try to take my mind off my father. It's not my fault he got himself into prison. It's not my fault he worked with the Yakuza and meddled where he wasn't wanted. My whole life and future were ruined.
All because he lost some stupid fucking bet...