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Euphoric Tendencies

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Denki Kaminari was having a bad day. His clothes were soaked through with rain, his hair was in one horrific blonde knot, his bus was running late, and his girlfriend of two years had just dumped him.

Clearly, the odds weren’t in his favor.

He sighs, crouching under the the tiny bit of shelter given by the bus stops covering, shivering as a particularly hard gust of wind chilled his already freezing body. His phone chimes just as lightning shoots across the cloudy sky, thunder crackling as his golden eyes scan the message.

“Geez, I’m sorry man.”

Sero, his best friend, had responded to his retelling of his break up with his now Ex girlfriend, Aoi Chikashi, who he had been with since his second year of high school. Aoi was smart, beautiful, and had amazing taste in music- she was the perfect package in Kaminari’s eyes, and he had honestly thought the two of them would be getting married in a few years time.

Clearly, she hadn’t thought the same.

Kaminari pulls his jacket tighter around his body and peers past the bus stops advertising, searching for his bus. He squints passed the rain, but it’s still no where in sight. Frustrated, he collapses onto the bench. His phone chimes again.

“Did she really dump you for being dumb?”

Kaminari winces, remembering the conversation between him and Aoi, she’d been accepted into Harvard law school, all the way in America, and Kaminari had been so proud of her- it’d been her dream since he met the girl to go to Harvard law, and to have her finally reach this dream had excited Kaminari to no end.

That is, until, she broke up with him. Stating that she couldn’t be with someone like Kaminari if she was going to go to Harvard. She needed someone of “Harvard level standard.”

Basically, she needed someone as smart as her, which she didn’t believe Kaminari to be. Which, admittedly, hurt- Quite a lot, actually.

Chewing on his bottom lip, he answers Sero. “Yes.”

“Geez, What a shitty thing to do.”

Kaminari laughs a little, with only the slightest hint of bitterness.

“I’ll say. Sadly, since I can’t get into Harvard or Yale or some other smart American school, I’m no longer up to her standards.”

“Imagine the look on her face if you showed up to Harvard at the start of the semester.”

In the middle of typing out his response, Kaminari stops, gears beginning to turn in his head. He erases his original message and starts to type out a new one, his heart rate increasing with every word.

“What if I do get into Harvard? What if I prove to her I’m just as smart and serious as she is? Maybe she’d take me back.”

Sero takes a while to respond this time. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

“100%”

“Dude- do you know how hard it is to get into Harvard? Not to mention, even if you somehow do get in, you’ll have to move to another country, uproot your entire life- are you sure you want that? All for some girl who basically called you stupid less then an hour ago?”

Kaminari hesitates, And rereads Sero’s message once, then twice, and finally a third time. He was right, of course, this was crazy. Harvard? What was he thinking? Even if by the grace of god he did manage to get in, he’d never aspired to be a lawyer, this had never been his dream. Plus, the whole uprooting his life thing, he’d be moving to an entirely different country, he’d be all alone out there, with no friends or family. Was he really considering this? All for some girl?

He thinks it over for a long time, adrenaline pumping through his veins for a reason unknown to even him. With his heart in his throat, he messages Sero back, knowing that this is what he has to do.

“Yes.”

Sero doesn’t answer. He’s either preoccupied or thinks this is something Kaminari will forget about in a few days. Kaminari stands as his bus finally approaches, his heart still pounding in his ears as he finally heads back towards home. Somewhere deep down, he knows this isn’t some fleeting idea, he wants this. He wants Aoi back, and if it takes getting into Harvard so be it.

Leaning back into the seat, he lets out a shaky laugh, his mind reeling.

“I’m applying to Harvard law school.”

He feels Euphoric.