A Friend

It started to get windy, you looked at Momos inky hair that waved beautifully with every gust of wind that decided to come your way. You were sitting next to her on a sleek bench, laughs and exaggerated screams filled the air as children ran about the expansive playground. You saw her reaching for something in her pocket, her right hand shuffling around. You cursed as the inevitable happened, you flinched, it wasn't your fault this happened every once and a while it's just that Bakugo always had his hands shoved in his pockets. Ninety percent of the time when the pomeranian took his hands out of his pockets it was to abuse him in nearly every way possible, punches, jabs, pushes, right hooks, left hooks, everyone knew, but nobody cared, who would? you were nothing but an outlaw, a freak, and you had every right to be treated as such and soon your brain made the connection and the results? well... that should probably be left unsaid. You were glad it was Spring Break, no more beatings for you but sadly he or his lackeys always found you somehow.

You jumped when you felt a cold hand touch yours "hey are you ok? You jumped quite a bit." you didn't meet her gaze but you felt her staring at you "y-you don't have to worry about me" you shakily pulled your hand away from hers but she just held you tighter, preventing you from escape. This time you risked taking a glance at her, for no reason at all, just from experience you expected some type of anger on her face, a scowl or a frown, but instead, you observed a caring look on her face, like your mother...

Suddenly you felt calmer around her, you felt as if you could tell her anything and she would understand but somehow, why did you feel like you were being looked down on? "I can tell something is wrong with you" she grimaced slightly and reworded her sentence " sorry, it's just that you seem depressed?" you slightly nodded, " I noticed you jump a lot when I make movements with my hands... I know its not my place but have you been abused?" you tensed in her hand, unknowingly telling her all she needed to know. You shook your head "n-no" you lied, she gently nodded "are you free today?" you blushed "y-yes" her onyx eyes drifted to your sleeves for a second before looking away, an action completely unnoticed by you, "do you want to... Eh-erm come to my house, we can do art at together and I can get you a registration" you didn't speak but nodded "imma grab my phone ok?" you were confused "you don't have to ask me it's fine", she gently let go of your hand, the moment her hand disconnected from your skin, you found yourself missing her touch, you longed for it like a man on a cold snowy day, seeking warmth in his home, longing for a long summer that would never end.

You sat silently, the sound of Momo's phone mixing with the sounds of happy children -tap- -tap- -tap. You found yourself staring at a peculiar couple, two men of about sixteen to seventeen years of age were walking down the stone path hand in hand. What surprised you more was the boy on the left had antennas, you knew what they were called, although rare and unexplained some babies become genetically mutated after a year of birth creating all sorts of things, bug people, animal people, fish people, and more. After long years of slavery, war, and hatred, they finally were able to gain human rights, sadly however they were still treated like trash, "no Faunus or Mutants" were nearly everywhere around the world, bars, restaurants, stalls, busses. You watched as the mothers in the playground snatched their kids protectively, you hated when this happened they acted as if they would suddenly snatch their kids and run off in broad daylight nonetheless if onl-. You gasped "eh, you good?" Momo said, a hint of worry in her voice and a frown etching to her flawless face, "no its nothing, just thought of a new art idea, I'll tell you later" for once in your life you lied convincingly, you silently prayed in thanks before making the rulebook pop into your hands.

-"Old rule: Racism is looked down upon" you looked up at the couple, pencil still in hand, you looked at their entwined hands and then at Momo a bit of sweat rolled down your forehead -"seventy percent of woman will have male genitalia"-

Your hand clenched onto the pencil so hard that you thought it would break in two. You shakily looked up, sadly however the couple was now too far away but the playground was a different story, a sight that made you smile brightly and your heart clench, Mutants, Humans, and Faunus were all in the same area, most mothers were talking to each other as their children played happily. A girl with blonde hair, red eyes, a petite body and most importantly, a set of fluffy cat ears talked to a human, you couldn't hear it but it seemed they were gossiping, then you saw 'it', a five and a half-inch bulge was visible as the girl's black leggings clenched tightly to her curves and more importantly, her cock, it was impossible to miss but nobody seemed to care. You turned red in embarrassment "hey, my driver is here" she proceeded to stand up, but you caught a glimpse of a bulge in her pants. Your cock twitched.

You were bisexual after all, you bit your bottom lip and followed her silently to the parking lot. You stopped in your tracks at the car waiting before you, a sleek blue Ferrari F8. It vibrated the ground as the motor hummed -click- you watched as a buxom beauty with blonde hair stepped out of the car quietly smirking at Momo, "my lady" the blonde clutched the fabric of her black miniskirt and did a small curtsy Momo reddened in embarrassment. The color drained from your face as you spotted a flaccid penis being exposed for a split second before being covered by the skirt yet again, the blonde playfully punched Momos shoulder and made a small laugh at her expense, Momo cutely pouted, her arms crossed "you always do this to me Yang oughhhh" she groaned in defeat the blonde opened the back seat, beckoning with her hands for you to come inside.

You made the book disappear, you kindly let Momo scoot over before climbing in yourself, you paused for a second because you saw the driver eye you up and down, and not in the good way either, she looked like a lion eyeing up fresh prey, you were the prey. You slid in the backseat and saw the blonde go to close the door "it's okay I've got it" you watched as her eyes widened ever so slightly "it's my job sir" her hands were placed on her curvaceous hips, you shook your head "t-thanks for offering but I can do it on my own" you shut the door and began to fumble your hands around in an attempt to find the seatbelt, you heard another door close, the driver no doubt "here I've got it" surprisingly, instead of giving it to you she leaned over to fasten the seatbelt herself, her bulbous mounds of flesh covered your vision, too bad it ended fast as she finally aligned up the belt with the other side -click- she went back to her seat and sighed "sorry for that, these seatbelts are tricky".

Not a moment later the car started driving and thirty seconds later, it started pouring rain, its soft electric hum filling your eardrums, almost like a soft purring noise, "wait what about the paint cans?" you hoped that they somehow brought them "they are in the trunk. The car was silent save for the light pitter-patter of the rain, Momo decided to break the stillness "s-so have you guys heard about the aids thing?" it took you a moment to realize what she meant, the driver spoke "yeah, kind of crazy that everyone got cured, it's like it just disappeared" the conversation was forgotten as the car slowed down to a stop at a large elegant gate, "were here".

A/N Thanks for reading! Words 1,413.