𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 || Orihara Izaya

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I knew Kishitani Shinra as an older student at my elementary school. I was in first grade when I had any interaction with the said male. Neither of us had any plans to talk to each other, but with the help of a teacher and a certain close friend of mine, our acquaintanceship was made possible.

I suffered from dyslexia as a child, which was the main reason my reading skills are below average for my level. Dyslexia is known to be a condition in the brain wherein it a person has difficulty in reading, writing, and spelling. In other terms, it's a processing disability when it comes to language due to the lack of proficiency to read, spell, or write.

I can tell that being dyslexic has brought me a couple of inconveniences, especially in the majority of school work since it involves a lot of written activities or oral reading. I didn't really mind if I continue failing every test I handle, given my six-year-old mind that I cared more for my entertainment than in learning. It would have stayed that way if my best friend didn't force me consult a teacher about it.

Fukao Reira was a quiet boy; he was the type to let things happen, the type to stay calm, the type that almost never gets angry. That was the main reason I befriended him as I was never fond of noise; befriending a quiet short boy was a good choice. I honestly didn't expect him to be so determined, angry even, when I kept rejecting his suggestion to ask help from the teacher.

"No." I answered for the nth time this hour as I poked a slimy green frog, chasing it once it hops away.

It was already after class but I remained behind the school building – something I would often do since I wasn't fond staying inside the house and get bored to death with only the television as entertainment. Reira was the complete opposite; he would always go home right after the school bell rings. He wasn't the type of boy that was fond of the outside and the wonders of nature, seeing as he wasn't allowed to go out much on account of his frequent asthma attacks.

On the contrary, look at him now. Begging me to have my dyslexia fixed while I poked frogs and bug to my amusement, beside the small pond behind our school building.

"But... if you don't get it checked, you won't be able to graduate from grade school." The short haired brunette reasoned, his large black orbs watery seeming like he was on the verge of crying. "If you don't graduate, you will be left out and we won't be together anymore."

At his last statement, I paused to ponder. Perhaps he didn't know the effect it would have on me. I have no clue if he has any sort of attachment towards me. But, knowing myself better than others, I know a huge attachment grew on the small course of time spent with this innocent-looking child. That attachment just happened to be strong, too strong in fact.

Finally giving up to his one month pleading, I let out a quiet "fine"; deciding to let go of the frog, I used my stick to draw on the soil instead.

"Really?" His round eyes grew larger from excitement as he bounced up and down in front of me before grabbing my arm. "Let's go then!"

I kept my position still on the ground, while he attempted to drag me. Despite being male, he was of smaller stature compared to me, which resulted to us not moving an inch.

"Tomorrow," I stated, not exactly in the mood to go back to the building that's the epitome of children torture. "We'll go tomorrow if..."

At the mention of the last word, Reira grew a bit disappointed which led him to give me those highly compelling puppy eyes. I had a soft spot for this boy; he using those eyes could trap me in a spell to follow his every command.

"Don't look at me like that now." I sighed, looking at anything but those innocent baby eyes. "Like I said, I'll only go if you stop being such a wimp."