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The leaves scrunched under their feet, the chirping birds in the trees accompanying the crunch with a melody. It was a beautiful day, the clear sky shooing away any clouds which dared to invade, and the trees' green leaves shining under the light. It was a perfect day for hiking, so the family did exactly that.
Their chatters were quiet, only the sounds of awe and surprise heard within their group. It was calm, probably the calmest they ever felt. At home, in the city, it was loud, and crowded. The only peace they ever had was when they were sleeping, and even then it wasn't as calming as nature's silence.
Continuing their walk on the dirt path, they could feel the temperature drop slightly, as they got higher and higher on their path. The silence continued, and the views continued to higher their amazement. The path was now long gone, and they made it up to a set of rocks, which was smoothed, obviously used before by others.
The family sat on them, and while the parents watched the view of the other mountain, their child's eyes were set on the opposite view, on a field.
The field looked quite peaceful, and on the top of the mountain, the child felt something warm gather in his chest. The field was pretty.
He strode down the street, pushing himself pass people if they didn't want to move, and scaring any who dared to make eye-contact with him. He wasn't friendly, but he didn't like to be too much of a bother to others either. So it may explained why he treasured silence more than anything. If he was friendly and social, he wouldn't mind people as much, and would tolerate crowd noises, but because of his hostile behaviour, people would move away if he asks, noise would be something foreign to him.
Continuing his walk, he fiddled with a piece of paper in his pocket, his other hand pushing his bag down, as the strap of the bag resting on his shoulder pulled down, refraining it from slipping down to the floor.
In the distance, his eye caught the discreet sign of a coffee shop, and as he recognised it, his pace began to quicken. He was a regular at that shop. The shop was small, but had everything he needed, especially silence. It wasn't a popular shop, so it was usually empty. He knew the whole staff, from simple employees to the boss. However, he never tasted anything apart from the regular coffee he had. He didn't like change.
Arriving at the front of the coffee shop, he scowled at the door, seeing 'push' written in big. Pulling the door, he entered the shop. 'Stupid sign, they should change it. That's why they don't have any fucking customer,' he thought, as he walked to the counter, letting go of his bag and shoving his hands inside his pockets.
"Welcome! How may I help you?"
He didn't recognise the voice, he felt something foreign, he felt a change. Looking up, his eyes locked with the eyes of a stranger. He didn't feel scared, of course, he didn't feel happy, obviously, he felt like this may be one the people he had to push pass. He let another scowl take over his facial expression, as his eyes narrowed at the stranger.
"Who the fuck are you?"
He doesn't read name tags, simply because he knows they are what people see them as, not who they are in their soul. Plus, he hadn't caught enough sleep, making his vision slightly fuzzy.
The stranger smiled at him, a blinding smile which could almost be used as a lamp as it shined so much. He wasn't used to so much light. Red ruby eyes stared into his, as his own red eyes glared into the other's. The longer he stared into the stranger's eyes, he began to feel like the ruby eyes were not so foreign. He didn't wonder what seemed familiar about them, he didn't want to know. He wanted to push the person aside, but he couldn't.
The staff room's door opened, and a familiar person jumped out. As the green eyes of a curly-haired boy landed on the two, he quickly jumped in.
"Kacchan! Welcome back," smiled the boy.
"Who the fuck is that, Deku?" he asked, pointing at the ruby-eyed person.
"Well..." Midoriya scratched his neck, sheepishly as he motioned towards the ruby-eyed person. "This is Kirishima Eijirou, he is new to our staff," he said. "Kirishima, this is Bakugou Katsuki, our loyal regular," he laughed.
"Kirishima Eijirou?" asked Bakugou, still glaring at the ruby-eyed boy.
"Yes?" asked Kirishima, grinning at Bakugou. "How may I help you?" He completely ignored the glare directed towards him, and let the regular customer order.
"Your hair is shitty."
Kirishima jumped slightly as these words directed towards him. He let it slide, deciding to think it was just the regular's attitude. Midoriya slid a cup of coffee towards Bakugou, who took it and slammed a few coins on the counter.
"Keep the change," he said, as he went to the corner of the room. His usual seat was in the corner of the room, by the window. He went there everyday, and never sat in any other seat. If his seat was occupied, he would scare them away, or simply sit with them, until they feel weird and leave. He knew people wouldn't want to become his friend anyway, so he didn't bother being kind and take another seat.
Sitting on his unoccupied seat, he set down the boiling cup of coffee, and took out the laptop from his bag. Logging in, he opened a Word document, and looked at his essay question. In the the middle of planning his answer, he found his eyes trailing away from his laptop, to the counter, where he saw the ruby-eyed boy smiling while he talked to Midoriya.
He felt something familiar in his eyes, but unable to put his finger on it, he looked outside.
The field was huge, and colourful, filled with flowers, he guessed. He ignored his parents' comments, telling him to look at the view on the other side. He watched the horizon of the field, and then, he felt his eyes travel up, to where he saw the once bright, yellow sun, now red and fiery sun.
The sun was blinding, reflecting a red light, it looked like the light was passing through a ruby, as the red light went everywhere. Onto the mountain, his hands, the sky, the field.
He sat down, his eyes never leaving the sun. He knew he might get temporary blind if he continued, but he couldn't stop looking, the colour of the sun was beautiful, and he couldn't get enough of the colour. He didn't want it to end, but he had to look away, as a hand was placed on his shoulder, forcing him to look away, and follow his parents to the opposite view.
The ruby sun, was too beautiful for him to forget. He didn't want to forget it.