He was brighter than the sun. His radiant smile, his gentle eyes and caring gestures. The way he lit up every room he entered and never seemed nervous or stressed.

You hated it.

Denki Kaminari. The dunce of 1-A. A guy who should arguably have his own problems, perhaps someone would bully him for being dumb or useless. Not being strong enough. But he didn’t. He was kind, and happy and lived a perfect life with a picket white fence.

It wasn’t fair.

He never had to sit and cry at 3 am over how he looked, or listen to the harsh words of others beating him down. He was popular, against all odds. And despite that growing jealousy and resentment, all you truly felt was joy. Joy for him, because he’d never have to deal with the things you had to.

The boy made of sugar, honey and cinnamon.

He currently stood against a wall, idly staring at his phone, and occasionally glancing up at… you?