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An extremely tall, young Noirette teen stood outside a traditional Japanese styled home, his hands carrying three different cardboard boxes stacked on top each other and a moving truck behind him.
/ Craig Tucker! Age: 15. Quirk: Celestial Overdrive - He calls upon the celestial forces of OUTER SPACE to grant him super strength and totally cool laser eyes with night vision! /
“Craig! What are you doing just standing there gaywad?! You’re blocking my way into the house!” A young fiery redhead shrieked from behind the protagonist.
Craig whipped his head around, a sharp glare present on his face, light blue braces present on his slightly crooked scowl. The handsome Peruvian teen heartthrob nearly dropped the boxes, as he instinctively flipped off his obnoxious jezebel of a little sister.
/ Tricia Tucker! Age: 11. Quirk: Alien Tech - This pre-teen knows how all technology works and how to improve it or replicate it to the exact screw! She can also CONTROL TECHNOLOGY that’s in her field of vision and use some SUPER SICK eye lasers to levitate objects around her and bring them to her or scan for nearby tech. /
“God damnit Tricia, I just wanted to look at our new house, chill!” Craig retorted, scrambling to balance the heavy cargo he nearly dropped.
“Well, you can look later fucker! We gotta get these boxes in and then go see our cousins and get the truck and groceries. So, hurry up!” Tricia rambled, stomping her foot impatiently. The doorbell of their new abode began ringing violently causing the young girl to blush a bright crimson, she had not yet perfected even the basics of her complicated quirk.
Craig blinked, attempting to process the idea of seeing his cousin, after four years without in person contact whatsoever, though his attempt was mostly in vain as even for the smartest of folks thinking over the loud beeping of the ring doorbell and occasional “Someone’s at your door!” chiming in would be a challenging feat. Unfortunately, unlike Craig’s sister, who was currently vigorously trying to get the repetitive loud ringing to stop, his father was not as passive.
“Move son.” The bulkier, yet shorter redheaded man firmly, yet gently pushed his ganglier darkhaired son to the side.
/ Thomas Tucker! Age: 48. Quirk: Night Dweller - He has night vision and super strength at night. The more stars visible the stronger, no matter the size. Though this ABSOLUTE HULK of a dad is still slightly stronger than the average male during the day due to the bright star we call the sun. /
“Don’t you push him Thomas!” A blonde woman with black roots hollered, one giant suitcase in each of her hands, and giant pearls dangling from her neck and ears.
/ Laura Tucker! Age: 46. Quirk: Laser Vision - This SMOKIN’ HOT mamacita shoots lasers out of her eyes to deal minor shock damage or scan surroundings! /
“It was barely a push, Honey!” Craig’s father called back, “He’s still as manly as he was before he became gay, he can take it!”
Craig cringed, to the outside it may seem like his dad was homophobic, but Craig knew his oldtimey father truly meant well with that statement and was trying to be supportive of his only son, who just so happened to have come out to the family a week prior.
“Dad, I didn’t ‘become’ gay, I’ve always been gay.” Craig sighed, pinching his nose in second hand embarrassment for his “super ally” of a father.
“Yes, son. I know, and that’s fine with both me and your mother! In fact this whole family likes Gay Craig and loves you!”
Tricia, who had finally managed to stop the alarm’s song, burst into a fit of annoying, high pitched, hyena cackles.
“Yes, Craig! We love gay you!” she mocked, earning the middle finger from both Craig and their father.
“Thomas! Get your ass into that house with the boxes or you’re sleeping on the couch.”
“Dear, we don’t have a couch yet.”
“Then the floor!”
Craig was sure he’d never seen his father move so quickly before in his entire fourteen years of life. The bulky six foot four middle aged man whom Craig had come to know as lazy was moving his legs at twenty miles per hour it seemed. Though, for the rest of their moving he and his family refrained from talking to one another in order to appease their house matriarch, a six foot Peruvian woman, with a painful glare. Craig was in the middle of moving one of the last few boxes when a chubby brunette who was at least a foot shorter than the six foot eight skyscraper of a fourteen year old approached him, adorned in a blood red varsity jacket.
/ Clyde Donovan! Age: 14. Quirk: Lionheart - This jock can transform into a RAVENOUS BEAST of a lion-human hybrid and gain the strength and speed of a true lion, the more raw meat he eats the stronger his transformation gets! This TOTAL CARNIVORE can smell blood within a 10 mile radius of himself and accurately predict blood types. /
“Clyde Donovan, I’m fourteen! Nice to meet ya O-negative!” The somewhat chubby teen screamed, he was looking up at Craig as if he assumed the giant of a teen would not hear him from down where he was.
“O-negative?” the noirette questioned
“Your blood type!” The brunette smiled, as if knowing his new neighbor’s blood type was a completely normal thing and not creepy at all.
Craig grimaced, “How in the fuck did you know that?”
The other teen tilted his head, “It’s my quirk!” he flashed a toothy, charmingly crooked smile to Craig, who didn’t reply. They stood like that in a deadlock for nearly a minute straight, Craig had counted. The other boy, Clyde, then awkwardly began speaking again, his confidence having dwindled visibly.
“Sooo, what’s your name, new neighbor anddd how old are you?” The now more timid teen questioned, kicking dirt with his right foot, hands behind his back, eyes focused down.
Craig only noted this ‘Clyde’ fellow was right footed and therefore also, likely right handed.
“Craig. Craig Tucker. I’m also fourteen.”
“What’s your quirk? Mine’s called Lionheart. I can, like, transform into a super cool lion-human hybrid and get power ups from red meat! That’s why I could smell your blood type.”
Nice to know he’s not Toga 2.0.
“Celestial Overdrive, I have super strength and laser eyes and in the dark my eyes glow even greener and get night vision.”
“That’s so cool dude! Are you gonna try out for UA? Preliminaries are in like three months, my friends and I have been training together! We’re so getting in dude!”
“Yes, I am actually, that’s partially the reason I moved up here.”
“Oh! Sooo where’d ya come from?”
Craig blinked, the latino had not been expecting a blatantly racist white dude in his new home in suburban Japan, though he wasn’t opposed to getting a work out from beating this bigot if necessary. He hesitated before doing this as his old “therapist,” who was really just the school chef, had told him not to throw impulsive punches before gaining a better understanding of the situation, unless he wanted to be a wanted felon for murder. Craig had then blamed his lack of social awareness and skills on his autism diagnosis, it had been easier to process getting diagnosed with the mental disability at eight that everyone and their mother had used as a derogatory term, by blaming every one of his faults on it, though even today Craig attributes some of the blame to his lackluster social life on his autism.
“Excuse me?”
“Like which town! Tokyo, Hiroshima-”
Oh. So this dude isn’t racist, just a moron. Got it.
Craig mentally noted that Clyde Donovan was also an idiot.
“No, Peru.”
“Peru? Where’s that.” Craig’s mentally challenged company seemed to be genuinely perplexed by the name of Craig’s home country.
Is he fucking with me?
“Like which part of Japan, rural, urban, other suburbs?”
He’s fucking serious.
Craig mentally updated that this Clyde Donovan person was in fact, a major idiot.
“Peru, as in the country in South America..?”
“Oh! Sick dude! Is that why you sound like that?” The brunette dude asked, a wide smile still present on his ever cheerful complexion.
“Sound like what?” Craig snarled, it seemed the other teen did not pick up on Craig’s on edge behavior though, as he was far too caught up in his own endless rambling.
“All nasally n’ stuff! I mean I’ve never heard a Peruvian accent before so I was wondering if that was it and, like, anywho me and my gang are hanging later today around eightish, at my place, the one to the left of yours with the two garden gnomes on the porch, you should definitely come bro! We’re gonna look at dirty magazines and-”
I suppose mom did tell me to at least attempt to make friends…
“ gonna have popcorn-”
This guy seems friendly enough. So, why not?
“It will be so totally epic dude! I-”
“Would you like to be best friends?”
“-can’t wait.. WAIT WHAT?”
I wonder if he is hard of hearing, noted.
“Would you like to be best friends?” Craig reiterated, making sure to stretch out the syllables.
(It took Craig a month to confirm Clyde had perfectly normal hearing.)
“YES! Dude I finally have a best friend, this is sick! Suck it Jimmy and Tolkien! Here, type in your number Craig, dude, we’re gonna be best bros for life!”
Clyde promptly shoved his sticky, cracked, radical red glitter phone case adorned, overpriced apple tech square in Craig’s face, much to the latter’s utter disgust and annoyance. Craig, for a moment, wondered why people would spend a good thousand on an electronic box, only to infect it with germs and grime, but then remembered not everybody has a sister who can look at the image of an iPhone and replicate its technology to the exact coding using materials from the local Home Depot in an hour and then proceed to hack the apple servers and connect it to the apple app. So, he reluctantly and with much hesitance set down the box he had been holding and took the hazardous iPhone from Clyde typing in his personal number.
“Sick! Now we can-”
“CRAIG TUCKER!” An elderly woman’s shaking voice shrieked, the wheels of her electric wheel chair, the high-tech, super advanced one Tricia made for her eightieth birthday, squeaking along their new flooring.
Craig froze.
/ Rosita “Abuelita” Tucker! Age: 83. Quirk: Lasso - This FEISTY cougar can throw a magical lasso and snatch just about anyone up, without even busting her back or leaving her wheel chair, what a woman! /
“STOP YOUR LITTLE GAY DILLY DALLYING THIS INSTANT AND BRING THAT BOX IN HERE RIGHT NOW OR I’LL LASSO YOUR SMART ASS OVER HERE!”
Well shit.
“Coming, Abuelita!”
“Wait what-”
“Sorry Clyde, gotta go!” Craig shoved the warning sign of a phone back into the other teen’s hand and grabbed the box, before sprinting towards the door.
“I’ll text you!” The still minorly confused teen called, hands cupped around his mouth, eyebrows furrowing above his amber eyes.
“I’ll text you back!” The noirette responded, before shutting the door with his free hand.
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“So, who was that young man you were chit chatting with?” Laura grinned, grabbing the box from Craig’s arms, a grin proudly displayed on her still flawless tanned skin, from years of self laser treatments in front of the mirror.
“Our next door neighbor, Clyde, he’s my new best friend.” Craig shrugged, opening his phone to see if their current topic of interest had texted him.
“The two of you clicked that fast, son? Is he one of your fellow…” Thomas hesitated, as he usually did when he was trying to find the least homophobic way to say what he wanted to, Craig mentally prepared himself for his dad’s next words “Queer folk?”
“Laura, sigo sin entender por qué te casaste con este patán americano. Tenías un montón de caballeros peruanos despampanantes detrás de ti y en vez de eso te casaste con el gordo calvo.” (Laura, I still don't understand why you married this American jerk. You had a bunch of gorgeous Peruvian gentlemen after you, and instead you married that fat bald guy.)
“¡Mamá! No puedes decir eso. Thomas entiende español.” (Mom! You can't say that. Thomas understands Spanish now.)
“Nice to know that’s the only reason she can’t say that, mi amor.” Thomas chuckled.
Laura, blushed crimson, “Honey, you know I-”
“Yes I know, mi vida.”
“Ay dios mio,” Abuelita groaned, turning towards Craig “Gordo, let me know when those two get a grip and are ready to head over to your cousin’s.” She sighed, rolling out onto the porch.
“I’m going on the porch too, I really would rather not see our parents act all lovey dovey and shit.” Tricia gestured toward their parents who were fussing over each other and Craig groaned as she exited.
“Má, Dad, let’s go. Uncle Skeets is seriously gonna throw a fit if we’re late.”
“Ay, coming miho!” Laura called back scrambling to grab her purse, Thomas sighed, handing it to his wife of twenty years, receiving a sigh of relief in return as she sprinted outside.
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As the family walked (and rolled) down the block, Craig wondered if he’d ever have such a love as the one his parents had. To Craig it seemed like their love was a match made in the stars, but he figured he was probably slightly biased, them being his parents and all. He was known to be very awkward and was obviously neurodivergent, which already would make it hard to get a partner, but on top of that him being gay and all probably would make it sooo much harder.
Craig sighed, shaking his head and the worries away as he looked ahead at the walk sign, which proudly displayed a red palm.
Great, I gotta stand here and wait awkwardly.
Craig shoved his hands in his sweatpants’ pockets and tapped his left foot on the floor. Thomas whistled, head pointed up and towards the road, occasionally checking his watch for the time. Laura had her right hand shoved down her handbag fidgeting for her lipstick. Abuelita stared down the cars on the road as if daring them to continue driving. And Tricia repeatedly slammed her hands into the crossway button trying to get her quirk to activate and let us walk.
Craig groaned.
Eventually the light turned yellow, then red and the walk sign displayed a white person walking, and so the Tucker family continued walking onwards with three more blocks ahead of them.
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The family walked onto the McArthur’s front porch, Craig took note of the small garden of fresh baby’s breath and a small sign with a picture of his cousin at the age of two or three maybe with her father and late mother and a small message on the bottom which he didn’t bother to read.
“Hey Tommy! Long time no see brother.”
/ Skeeter “Uncle Skeets” McArthur! Age: 51. Quirk: This VERY PROUD ally of a bar owner creates alien goop that ranges in abilities. He puts these in his drinks for some VERY UNIQUE flavoring you’ll NEVER taste anywhere else, but Skeeter’s! /
“Oh hush Skeets we FaceTime every week.”
Craig blinked, eyes widening in shock as his uncle, who had equally as red of hair as his own father and was a renowned redhead stepped onto the porch wearing a black t-shirt that proudly displayed a pride flag which was stretched out by the fifty year old’s beer belly and the words “PROUD ALLY” in a large blocky white font above it. Craig turned to look at his family, all but his father and mother seemed surprised about this. Craig and Tricia made eye contact in a mutual agreement to just not say anything.
“Ay dios mio! What in the actual mierda is he wearing?! I thought he was one of those moron gay haters!”
Well it seems someone didn’t get the memo.
“Homophobes, Mamá.” Laura supplied his grandmother with the proper term for “those moron gay haters.”
“Not anymore!” Skeeter chuckled, Craig noted that his uncle chose not to clarify why he had the sudden one eighty change in his whole personality, but he chose not to pry as he figured it was easier for his uncle to accept him if he was now a major ally.
“Mijo, why don’t you go see your cousin Red upstairs. You two used to be very close.” Laura suggested as the group entered the McArthur family household.
We still are close, we just talk… Over discord… But, of course you wouldn’t know that because you probably have never heard of discord.
Craig was about to make a comment, but receiving a harsh glare from Abuelita he resigned making his way upstairs to have a “jolly old reunion” with his “estranged” cousin, or so his father would say.
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The hallway upstairs was filled with pastels and the walls adorned with floral wallpaper, he assumed his late aunt had enjoyed this design, as he knew Red was very much grunge in her style and Skeeter was very much the average middle aged man in his, so he gathered they were like trying to keep her memory alive. Craig found this hypothesis to be wholesome on its own.
The overly tall teen approached the door which had a sign that said in numerous dark colored sharpies “DO NOT ENTER CONFORMISTS,” he assumed Red’s best friend, Henrietta, had made this for her and smiled at the thought of his cousin, who didn’t have many friends due to her quirk, had someone who cared so much about her to create a sign to keep the judgemental people at bay. Though, he wondered how effective this warning sign truly was as it didn’t seem very threatening even with the crappily done skull and blood drawn on it. Nevertheless, Craig knocked on the door despite the obvious sign displayed on the front.
“What do you want, Dad?! I told you that If I’m in here, leave me alone!” An obviously girlish voice called out, Craig scoffed knocking again fishing for a bigger reaction. His efforts were not in vain as his cousin swung the door open revealing her large bug eyes and fanged over bite. Her already large light blue eyes began glowing green as they widened in surprise “Craig?!”
/ Rebecca “Red” McArthur! Age: 14. Quirk: Alienate - This ABSOLUTE SKINNY LEGEND appears to be a true pinterest board insect-alien from the DEPTHS OF OUTER SPACE, with her many miniature butterfly wings, four antennae, and mantis legs! She can use many special ability spores to ‘alienate’ those around her with different effects! The most potent spore mind controls those with a lower IQ than this COMPLETE KILLER QUEEN, so to the terrific audience members reading with an IQ lower than 125, which is most of you since you're all reading fanfiction right now, watch out! /
“Hi, Red.” Craig smiled, a true toothy smile formed on his face and bent down to accept his cousin’s hug without even trying to cover his braces.
“I thought you were coming tomorrow dude!” Red yelled into Craig’s Star Trek t-shirt, her antennae glowing a bright green showing her strong emotion at seeing her cousin and starcrossed best friend, the taller patted his cousins back in comfort.
“Nah, the plan’s always been to come today.” he chuckled as she backed away from the hug.
“Well, come on in then, don’t be shy!”
And before Craig could even get a response out, the cherry red haired, alien-like girl grabbed his wrist and dragged him into her room. It had pitch black walls and floors with random paint-pen doodles everywhere and neon led lights covering every corner. Craig thought this was very on brand for his grunge cousin and figured Henrietta and the other goths must have drawn some of the doodles, especially the one that said “die conformists die” in bright red with a stick figure hanging on the cross.
Craig began to speak, “Sooooo, how are you preparing for preliminaries in three months?”
“Oh, I was having Henri and the gang help me train with their quirks.” She paused for a minute, tapping a long nail on her chin. “Though, Firkle almost stabbed Michael with one of his arrow heads, so Michael banned him from training with us. You?”
Craig scoffed, “Fair enough, back home I was just beating up the gym’s punching bags until they stopped resupplying them after they broke, so then I just did push ups and shit like that.”
Red rolled her eyes, “Craig! You seriously can’t use the gym equipment you know you’re way to fucking strong for that.” She punched his arm playfully, the extremely firm bicep that met her knuckles proving her point as she gave him a disapproving look.
“Gym’s fault for not accommodating all the super strength quirks out there.” Craig shrugged.
“Craig! You know they do, it’s just that your superstrength is like One For All level superstrength!” Red smacked his arm.
“Okay, yes it’s slightly higher than the average super strength quirk, but it’s not One For All level strength!”
Red flashed him a deadpanned stare, her large pale blue eyes staring into his soul.
“Okay, not yet.” He corrected, slightly cowering under his cousin’s gaze.
“I’ll take it.” Red sighed, twirling her hair. “But, seriously Craig you can’t do that here they have actual cameras in the gym.”
“And I have a future support course sister, what about it?” Craig smirked, Tricia would and could easily hack those systems if her brother really needed it. Despite their constant arguing the two Tucker children truly did love each other and tended to indulge in each other’s schemes or cover for the other whenever, they were in it together when it came to their family.
“Craig!” Red hissed, her two larger antennae pointing angrily to the side and her eyes glowing a harsh neon green.
“I’m kidding!”
At those words Red visibly calmed down, her antennae returning to their normal curved position and eyes to their normal blue hue. “Don’t scare me like that dude! You know I can’t read your sarcasm when you’re always speaking monotone Spaceman!” Red huffed pushing at Craig with both hands.
“Okay! Okay! Chill, Red!” Craig laughed, blocking his face with his hands. As the two playfully pushed at each other, his phone rang in his pocket, the Red Racer jingle playing softly. He picked up his phone tapping on the screen, an image of him and Stripe III appearing on the screen with a notification from an unknown number which read “Yo bro it’s me!”
Craig furrowed his brows in confusion.
Another ping.
“By me I mean Clyde!”
Oh.
Craig quickly saved the contact to his device as “Clyde Donovan (best friend)” and responded saying he was at his cousin’s house and would text him more later.
“Soooo, who was that?” Red pried trying to lean over Craig’s shoulder and look at the mysterious figure who her antisocial, autistic dork of a cousin could have been texting.
“Oh, my new best friend and next door neighbor.” Craig blinked at Red who was still suggestively smirking at him.
“Sooo, not a hot girl?” She pried.
Craig flinched internally, he had completely forgotten he had not come out to Red yet. He originally was worried she shared the same bigoted beliefs as her father, but wondered if she originally was like that if she switched it around like Skeeter had. Craig shuttered at the thought of his uncle in that cringey pride shirt that only elderly “woke” folks wore. He vigorously shook his head, clearing his brain of the disgusting thoughts centering his newly pride-ified uncle’s likely new wardrobe that plagued his mind. He figured thoughts that caused him the grimace outwardly were a waste of perfectly good brain space and shoved those thoughts back into the depths of his mind with his other bad memories, like the one of losing his hundred dollars to a group of four irrelevant nobodies, of whom he didn’t even remember the names of or their appearances, Craig was honestly quite sure they weren’t even from Peru and took the money with them after scamming a ten year old Craig for his money, the thought made Craig scowl. He shook his head more to shove these thoughts back before looking up at his cousin, who seemed to be looking at him with an expectant, yet not cruel or judgemental gaze.
“No,” he began speaking, “Just this Clyde Donovan dude, he’s our age, have you met him before?”
Red frowned, “No.”
Craig felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, recalling his cousin had no friends outside the goths who she met when they were smoking outside her dad’s bar. After she was bullied for her appearance, due to her quirk, by some fat kid with a fucking tail, Craig honestly thought having a tail was pretty lame and the kid had no room to judge his totally awesome cousin, she began being homeschooled to avoid the persistent bullying. He hoped she wasn’t too hurt by his ignorant statement, but he felt she’d be more upset if he apologized so carried on with telling her about how he and Clyde met.
“Oh, well this Clyde dude ran up to me when I was almost done moving the last box into the house and distracted me to introduce himself. He is kind of stupid though, he asked me where I came from-”
“Is he racist?!” Red’s eyes glowed a vibrant green as they narrowed in disapproval.
“No, just an idiot. He meant which part of Japan and when I said I’m from Peru thought it was part of rural Japan. But, he’s nice, besides his whole lack of an IQ issue and he wants me to come over and meet his friends later, so I think I’ll give him a shot.” Craig mused, as Red snorted.
“So, my skyscraper cousin, who, may I say, has an IQ of 153’s new best friend is a moron.” She slapped her knee while laughing so hard her antennae started glowing a bright green.
“Well, someone has to lower the average.” He replied, causing his cousin to keel over even further, laughing hysterically.
“Dude, that’s so funny! You usually can’t stand dumb people!”
“Correction, I can’t stand dumb people with politically incorrect beliefs.” He stuck up his pointer finger in mock snark.
Oh shit, she might be a bigot.
“STOP! That’s so real.” Red laughed even more, Craig’s stiffened posture let loose as he exhaled.
Few.
“Well, anyways-”
“CRAIGGGGGG!” The shrill voice of a harpy hollered.
Craig would recognize that obnoxious gremlin voice anywhere, Tricia.
His strawberry haired sister barged into Red’s room with complete disregard for the ‘DO NOT ENTER CONFORMISTS’ sign and hollered her high pitched banshee shriek once more, “Get your gay ass off the floor and down the stairs Dad’s got the keys and Mom’s got the groceries packed in the truck, we’re leaving gaywad!” His traitor of a sister ran back down the stairs, slamming the door behind her as if she didn’t just out her older brother as gay to their possibly bigoted cousin.
Craig froze, he had never wanted to murder his little sister more in his entire fourteen years of life on this F-tier, hellhole of a planet they call Earth. He slowly turned to Red who didn’t seem to care much until she noticed Craig’s obviously panicked expression and widened olive eyes.
“I get from this whole situation that you’re gay?” She questioned, Craig had never really been all too good with emotions, but from his perspective she seemed to genuinely not care about this revelation.
So, he hesitantly began to nod without making eye contact.
“Cool, I’m bi.” His cousin shrugged, as his eyes widened in shock. Craig supposed the whole switch up between Skeeter made sense then, despite his uncle being easily influenced by the folks around him, and how he grew up in a household of old fashioned rednecks in Colorado, the same one his own father had, and again just like his father he cared more about his child than his beliefs caring enough to go out of his way to accept them for who they were. After all, Red was the only family besides them his uncle had left.
Still the autistic teen only replied with a simple, “Oh.”
“Yeah.” The alien queen continued “So, is this Clyde dude hot and gay or something then-”
“NO!” Craig turned a bright crimson, horrified that two people had already asked if he had a crush on his new best friend, who didn’t even know Craig swung that way.
“Jeese, I was just asking-”
“Ay! Craig, dios mio get down here or we’ll leave without you!” Abuelita’s scream echoed through the halls, causing both teens to flinch.
“Well, I guess that’s my cue to go.” He stood up, tucking his phone back in his pocket.
“I suppose it is, Spaceman. See you soon!” She smiled, waving her cousin off, as the taller bent below the door frame and hurried down the stairs and out the door.
Craig smiled at the thought of being able to see Red everyday in person now.
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On the drive home Craig looked out the window of the truck, his gaze fixed on the other houses in the small Japanese town known as South Park, he wondered what kind of people would be living out here, the town being the closest to UA, the entire reason they moved out here and not in the next town over where Red lived. He allowed himself to sit on the thought of other gay teens he could meet and if he’d meet someone he could possibly love. He thought finding someone for him was a pleasant thought, though his fantasies of a future in a hero agency, co-run by him and his future mystery boyfriend, were interrupted by another notification.
Clyde
Hangout is at 8 dude, meet me in front of my house at like 7:30 and we can walk there.
Craig smiled at this message, it gave him hope that maybe life in Japan wouldn’t be so hard to adjust to after all. He had friends.
A feeling of belonging spread warmly throughout Craig’s system, as he smiled out the window.
Yeah, Craig could get behind Japan.