"Don't give up, (y/n)! It's not much further!" My weapon, (w/n) cheerfully yelled. We were trudging up the long staircase of the Death Weapon Meister Academy, more commonly known as the DWMA.

"I don't know if I'll ever make it," I mumbled under my breath, sighing.  My weapon, (w/n), was an optimist. He'd find something positive about something such as an alligator chewing off his arm. "Oh, at least people won't ask me if I'm right handed!" He would probably say.

I almost puked at that thought. (W/n) was a true weirdo, but I trusted him with my life. We had known each other since we were 5 years of age.

Flashback
"Mama, who is that boy?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. My mother gently smiled, saying, "That, my dear, is your  future weapon. You will team with him and fight evil together."

I stared at the boy curiously.  He had pretty( e/c) and (h/c) hair. What's your name?" I asked shyly.

"I'm (w/n). What's yours?" He cheerfully asked.

"I'm (y/n). I'm glad we get to be partners! We are gonna defeat every evil thing in the world!"

~End of Flashback~

Finally, we made it to the top. I wiped off a trickle of sweat trickling down my forehead and sighed in relief.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it, (y/n)?" (W/n) asked, a stupid grin on his face.
"No, it was worse," I muttered in annoyance, opening the doors.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "It's amazing!"

"I agree!" My weapon smiled, patting my back. He was always doing that, so I payed it no mind.

"Hey look! It's the new kids!" A loud voice yelled.

The yelling boy had spiky blue hair, and was running at full speed toward us...