It was our senior year of highschool. Our last year until Deku and I were separated for the first time in our lives. Though that didn’t matter much. The damn nerd was nothing more than a nuisance in my life. A stick in the road.

Though this year was the second year we both had to take this psychology class. And since our teacher already knew everyone in the class personality wise, this was the year he gave us a project work 80% of our grade. I already knew what this meant. Mr. Toshinori, our psychology professor, was the only teacher who didn’t separate Deku and I in class. The only teacher who didn’t seat us on opposite sides of the room, who let us bicker. Who let me act out. When Mr. Toshinori got up infront of the room and told everyone that their project would involve us spending at least 1 hour a week with our partners for 8 weeks, and that our partners would be our perfect character foils, I knew it was all over. I could already feel the annoyance bubbling up, and when Mr. Toshinori called out our names as partners, it only confirmed it.

I had argued with Mr. Toshinori a bit, though since I was shockingly good at school and I couldn’t afford to lose 80% of his grade, so I sucked it up, grudgingly. Looking over, Deku on the other hand, was terrified. We had not talked in a while-well at least not had a civil conversation. And I didn’t plan to have one soon. I didn’t want anything to do with him…