As we finished our meal at the family restaurant, my friend and I decided it was time to head home earlier than usual.
Glancing at my watch, I muttered, "Twelve-thirty! I better get going. Thanks for treating me."
Expressing my gratitude, I hurriedly made my way back to our apartment, eager to complete my pending homework and find solace in the comfort of my own room. The day had been eventful, and now it was time to settle down and prepare for the challenges of the following day.
There is no particular extraordinary of my life, I'd say it is your typical average joe in what I notice during my teens.
Waking up early in the morning, I embarked on a refreshing run to invigorate my mind and body. After my run, I returned home, feeling energized and ready to start the day.
Entering the kitchen, I spotted my mother busy preparing breakfast. The enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air, making my stomach rumble with anticipation.
"Good morning, Mom," I greeted her warmly, grateful for her efforts in ensuring a nourishing start to the day.
"Good morning, dear," she replied with a smile, her love evident in her eyes. "I'm preparing your favorite breakfast. Sit down, it'll be ready soon."
I took a seat at the table, observing her skilled movements as she capably flipped pancakes and scrambled eggs. The sound of sizzling bacon and the clinking of utensils filled the kitchen.
As I waited eagerly for the meal to be served, I couldn't help but appreciate the warmth and comfort that homecooked breakfasts brought. It was a small but significant reminder of the love and care that went into every bite.
"You're early! I've already made breakfast for you," my mother said with a smile, embodying the love and care of a mother.
Her gesture touched my heart as I took a seat at the table, grateful for her thoughtfulness. The tantalizing aroma filled the air, and I eagerly indulged in the scrumptious spread she had prepared. Every bite was a testament to her love.
In that moment, I cherished the bond we shared, grateful for the comfort and warmth that filled our home.
"Big bro! It's my turn to use the console this week," my little brother exclaimed, relaying our mom's instructions.
As expected, he wasted no time in employing his arsenal of annoying tactics, determined to push me to the limits of frustration.
"Fine," I replied, my annoyance evident in my tone.
It was frustrating how my little brother would exploit our mother's authority simply because he was the youngest in the family. He had a knack for pushing boundaries.
"Oh, and can I borrow your Akame ga Kill collection of manga and anime?" he asked eagerly.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if lending him such violent content was the best idea. However, I chose not to pry into my young brother's personal taste, not wanting to get entangled in his interests.
"Sure," I responded, masking my reluctance. Sometimes, it was easier to let him have his own quirks and preferences without delving too deep into them.
" MOM, BRO!!! See you later." I shouted saying goodbye to my family to attend class early in the morning.
IN CLASS
I entered my class and joined my friends in lively conversations before the teacher arrived. We excitedly discussed light novels, comics, manga, and anime, reminiscing about the classics that had captivated fans for generations.
Our shared love for these mediums brought us closer, and we eagerly exchanged recommendations and talked about the latest releases. It was amazing to see how these forms of entertainment had remained popular and influential throughout the years.
As time flew by and we immersed ourselves in our passionate discussions, we couldn't escape the judgmental gazes from those around us. They viewed our conversations about the entertainment of our grandparents' era as strange and outdated.
But we didn't let their opinions deter us. We embraced our unique interests, finding solace in the bond formed among fellow fans who understood the magic and significance of these nostalgic treasures.
Despite the judgment, we continued to revel in the stories and characters that had captured our hearts, knowing that our love for these "old" entertainments was something special and unifying.
As graduation loomed near, my friend Toshi brought up the question, "What are your plans after graduation? Are you considering college?"
In that moment, I found myself contemplating my career path. Thoughts of the future swirled in my mind as we discussed our aspirations and goals.
A student's voice rang out, filled with annoyance and aggression. "Could you shut up?" he yelled, revealing himself as the familiar bully who had tormented us relentlessly.
We fell silent, well aware of his reputation and unwilling to engage further.
"You five weirdos always talking about old stuff," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "And now you're still going on about it right in front of us."
Upon hearing his taunt, I felt a surge of determination. It was the last day of school before our graduation, and I knew it was time to confront him.
"Greg, cut it out," I said, pushing him away gently to maintain distance.
"James Conrad," he sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "You're the one I despise the most. You've poisoned my sister's mind with your stupid hobbies, you dipshit."
"Poison, huh?" I scoffed, refusing to take his accusation seriously. "I didn't poison her; it was her own choice. And let's not forget, everyone knows you have a sister complex, don't they?" I teased, enjoying the way his face turned red with anger.
"Why you!" Greg's fist collided with my right cheek, causing a sharp sting. In the heat of the moment, I retaliated with a quick jab to his face.
He knelt in the ground holding his face with his hand and I taunted him. " What is that all you got?"
Greg let out a scream of frustration and charged towards me, overpowering me and grappling me to the ground, effectively immobilizing my movements.
He relentlessly pounded my face, each punch landing with brutal force. My face began to bruise and blood trickled from my nose. Determined to turn the tables, I swiftly maneuvered my legs, grappling him from behind, and managed to reverse our positions, taking him by surprise.
I unleashed a flurry of punches upon his face, fueled by a mixture of anger and determination. "Come on! This is just the beginning of the fury I have in store for you!" I shouted defiantly.
"YOU LITTLE!!!" he roared in response, his anger matching mine.
We engaged in a chaotic brawl, our fight escalating throughout the classroom. Blood stained the once peaceful morning scene as we exchanged blows, disregarding the consequences. Our respective friends attempted to intervene and bring an end to the chaos, but they too became caught in the crossfire, receiving stray punches in the midst of our relentless struggle. The classroom had turned into a battleground.
Our strict homeroom teacher arrived, unleashing a furious scream that silenced the chaos. We stood there, panting and awaiting the consequences of our actions.
"Greg, I know you've been causing trouble outside of school, but I didn't expect you to bring it here before graduation," our teacher scolded him. Then he turned to me and said, "And Conrad, I'm disappointed to see you involved in this. I expected better from you."
I scratched my head and replied, "Well, sir, it seems trouble has a way of finding me, even when I try to avoid it."
The teacher gave me a stern look but couldn't help but crack a slight smile. "You're quite the magnet for chaos, Conrad. Just try to keep it under control, especially on the last day of school."
I nodded, trying to suppress a smirk. Graduation day was turning out to be more eventful than I had anticipated.
"I can't have this," the teacher sighed. "Both of you go to detention and wait for your parents to come. Your punishment will be decided and explained to you by 3 in the afternoon."
"WHAT!?" Both Greg and I were shocked by the severity of the punishment.
"He started it first!" I quickly pointed at Greg, trying to shift the blame.
The teacher shook his head. "Same goes for you, Conrad. You should have known better."
I reluctantly nodded, realizing that there was no escape from the consequences of my actions. It seemed like my day was about to take a turn for the worse.
"Just do what I say!" the teacher shouted in frustration. "Go to detention now!"
Without hesitation, Greg and I sprinted out of the classroom, not wanting to further anger our already irate teacher. The fear of what awaited us in detention loomed over us, adding to the heaviness in our hearts.
Thus, In the confines of detention, a surprising friendship began to bloom as Greg and I shared stories and found common ground, slowly breaking down our initial rivalry and misunderstandings.
(A/n
I wanted to delve a little bit deeper of the background history of my MC So next update is the last and gonna start some action for the current event.
Also some anime or comics will be differentiate in the Light novels so expect some spoilers or just read first.)