“Sharky isn’t coming back sweetheart.” Her words hit you like a slap in the face.
“What?” You asked numbly.
“Sharky and his mum have had to move to another place, darling.” She said, as softly as she could muster.
“No, but they live next door.” You replied, still not quite understand the full extent of your mother’s words.
“They did live next door but they have had to move sweetheart. Sharky isn’t coming back.”
“But why isn’t he coming back? He has to come back. I’m his best friend!” You said hoping your strong words would magically bring him back to you.
“I know honey but he can’t come back because he has live at his new home.”
“But I don’t want him to have a new home I want him to come back here.” You pouted, a tear falling down your cheek. “Will he come back tomorrow?” You asked hopefully.
“No sweetheart, he’s never coming back.”
“Will I see him again?”
“Darling, I’m not sure…”
“But mummy it’s not fair!” You tried to yell. Your emotions catching your voice in your throat.
“I know sweetheart, I know.” Your mum replied, her own eyes welling up with tears.
“Doesn’t he want to be my friend anymore?” Your four year old brain was desperately trying to justify him leaving you. Tears falling faster down your cheeks.
“Oh honey, no he definitely wanted to be your friend but he had to go with his mummy.”
The conversation went around and around and around for another hour as you tried everything possible to make it so he would come back but to no avail. As the weight of losing your best friend finally hit you you dissolved into an inconsolable mess, mourning terribly for your lost of your Sharky.
You ran to the front door and flung it open, screaming at the men who dared to take your dear Sharky’s things away. Telling them they were bad men and that you would make them pay for taking his house away from you. You thought they were the ones responsible for him being moved away.
For the next 3 weeks you refused to eat. You cried often and you were a shell of your former self. You pined for your best friend and dreamed about him often. Years went by and the pain of losing him lessened but he was always in the back of your mind and occasionally you would wonder where he was at now and what he was doing.
Would you ever see him again?
11 years went past and you finished primary school and applied for the support studies sector at UA, a prestigious high school for hero’s and hero assistants. You got in. You were ecstatic!
2 weeks had gone by and you had settled in nicely. There were a lot of lovely people in your class and you had started to venture out a bit more. You had found yourself in the presence of a bubbly, vivacious young girl named Mei Hatsume and you found her quite endearing.
One afternoon she bounced into class and bounded up to you. “Hey Y/N! Have you seen the hero class 1-A here?” She whispered excitedly.
“No why?” You asked curiously.
“You should go and sneak a peek at them there are some super good looking guys in that class!”
You laughed. “Oh really?” You weren’t particularly interested in guys at the moment, your studies came first but sure, you liked boys so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just take a little sneak peak.
“Quick! Go take a look before the next class starts!” She encouraged.
“Ok ok.” You laughed again, pulling yourself up from your seat and casually strolling out the door. You wandered down the hall and stopped when you saw the sign ‘1-A’ above the door.
“This must be it.”
You sneaked past the open front door to the classroom and made your way to the back door, sliding it open ever so slowly.
You put an eye up against the open slot and glanced around.
The first guy you saw had extremely striking hair! It was red and white, split directly down the middle. His facial features were perfect and you couldn’t help but ogle him for a bit. He was standing side on and as he tilted his head, talking to a classmate, you saw he had two different coloured eyes too. One grey and one blue.
“Is this a modeling class or a hero class?” You wondered. Your eyes left the good looking duel hair coloured guy and settled on a very angry looking ash blond guy. He had brilliant red eyes and appeared quite muscular. He was talking to a spikey red head who had his back to you.
“He’s good looking too!”
Your eyes moved on. The next guy was a yellow haired friendly and bright looking guy with a sharp black lightening bolt through his fringe. His smile was captivating and you found yourself smiling along with him. That’s how infectious it was.
“All these guys are good looking.”
You pushed the door open a little more to see further but a loud voice stopped you in your tracks.
“THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT, EXTRA?!”
You froze. All eyes were on you immediately and you quickly located the person behind the loud voice. It was the angry looking blond. No surprises there.
“S-sorry I uh…” you fumbled for an explanation.
“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!” He hollered again, getting up out of his seat and marching towards you. You were about to make a run for it when a voice behind him stopped you dead in your tracks.
You glanced past the angry blond who was still walking towards you and locked eyes with a muscular red head, the guy who had had his back to you.
You studied his face then suddenly realized who it was.
“SHARKY?!” You gasped. “SHARKY IS THAT YOU!?!?” You barreled past the angry blond and ran towards the redhead. He beamed and you saw those oh so familiar sharp teeth.
“SHARKY IT’S YOU!” You yelled as you threw yourself into his arms. He grabbed you tightly and buried his head into your neck.
“Sharky your hair! It’s red now!” You exclaimed pulling back so you could look at him. He had tears in his eyes.
“Icky I missed you, I’ve missed you so much.” He said, fighting to hold the tears at bay.
“WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF A NICKNAME IS ICKY?!” The angry blond yelled as you two remained in a tight embrace.