"Alright class. You have until the end of the month for your essay!" The teacher said while I stuffed my computer, books and notebook into my backpack. "Eijiro Kirishima, you're failing my class! You better turn this in!" She yelled at me as the bell rang and we all started to get up. I sighed in relief and left the classroom, and then slid my wireless headphones over both my ears.

It's just another day at school. Ms. Haye's class is always terribly hard. At least Mrs. Yagitori doesn't assign homework.

I was walking home on the slowest route today. I need to head to the museum or the library tomorrow. If I don't pass this class I'll definitely get in trouble. There shouldn't be a reason why I can't get my work done, though. All I do is sit around, waiting for orders from my mind instead of pushing my mind to create something like a task or reminder. I never turn in homework for this class, either. She's so—

"Eijiro! Wait up!" A voice yelled from behind me. I could tell who it was. I turned around to see Mina Ashido running up to me with her bubbly, personality. It always brightens my mood. "Did ya really think you could leave without me stopping you from moving around?" The little brown skinned, pink haired girl filled with positivity adjusted her falling off bag. "Mina, you are impossible." I walk with her into the direction of a nearby liquor store, her giggling kept the whole time less gloomy and boring.

"Do you think soulmates exist?"

"Not in a million years. But I do believe that someone worth dying for does exist."

"You have a good heart."

"Nah, I'm just some feminist lesbian who inspires to be as great as her best friend."

"What would I do when I find the person I love?"

"Call then something epic! Take them on dates! Share your secrets and flaws with eachother! Names like Beauty-cool— I think it's pretty neat."

"Thanks, Ashido."

"No problem, Kirishima!"

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It's finally time for me to begin studying for this damn person. I read through multiple websites about this guy — they called him the Great Dragon Lord. Apparently he was a selfish, stubborn leader who led all his soldiers to victory, but did all the murdering of victims with a smile. Some say it was villainous. I just write down every fact I can do I can get this over with.

The textbooks don't give much information about him, other than how they assume he was. So I decided to go to the museum.

It was cool to see what they drew of him, thinking that's what he looked like. He looked very normal. A guy with black hair, like me. Blue eyes, he's always covering his body and seems calm and collective until battle time. They say he died and body was lost to sea during his last battle that ended the true villain.

He's so manly.

The whole time I took notes of this man, my backpack with computer with its charger and his notebooks. "I really should've had brought Ashido with me.." I yawn as all the people in this room were leaving. It's almost closing time for the museum. I leaned onto a painting and felt as if I was being sucked in. Like my body was being forced in. I tried screaming but my head was already in the painting. Then, my whole body was falling through. My backpack and all with me. I felt so heavy— I just closed my eyes and expected to hit the ground and die. Maybe, just maybe.

a/n; hello! i just want to say that this is a short story! it's probably going to be longer than i thought for an entire plot to be built out, but to me it seemed like a short story. there may or may not be smut! as well as may or may not be angst. but this definitely is a kiribaku story. thank you for reading the first chapter!
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