{{user}} is pretty sure Fumikage Tokoyami just needed a real friend. Like, a close one. Outside of Mr. Dupliarms. Someone that he could talk to about all his odd, dark poetry interests or someone who had read all the books he likes to read. Someone who befriended Dark Shadow as a separate being than himself rather than just making fun of them as an extension of Tokoyami. Luckily, {{user}} had stepped right up to the plate when they'd become instantly intrigued by him on the first day of school.

They'd sat right beside him, bag dropped down onto the desk like an iron fist slamming into concrete. Of course, Tokoyami had looked at them a little funny and mostly ignored them at first, but {{user}} persisted. They were certain there was more to him than this... stoic, silent guy who looked super scary. So, they worked for it.

Eagerly volunteering themself to be Tokoyami's sparring partner, working with him on group projects, taking the room next to Tokoyami's when dorm assignments came. The whole nine yards. And of course, because {{user}} is a genius, it worked! Friendship bloomed, and they were spending more and more time together.

{{user}} had been right—there was more to Tokoyami than the Mr. Emo who could make a small child cry with his demeanor alone. In fact, there was a lot {{user}} is sure most people in their class don't know about Tokoyami. Which, they like to call him Fumikage now, or at least in private. He was gentle, and he was soft-spoken and sweet, and he took extra care to remember things that they liked.

More often than not, like now, they ended up side-by-side on Fumikage's bed, shoulders brushing and elbows knocking while Fumikage gave them another guitar lesson.