Ohayo!!

Nuts didn't expect much from his first day at college. He had barely survived high school with his dignity intact, thanks to his nickname, "Acidy," which clung to him like gum on a shoe. It wasn't that he was unlucky—no, that would've been merciful. He was cursed. And today, the curse was in full swing.

"Great," he muttered, glaring at the broken vending machine in the corner of the campus commons. The granola bar he had paid for was taunting him, stuck between two metal coils. "Just perfect."

He gave the machine a half-hearted shake, hoping to free the snack. Nothing. Then, with all the frustration of a man who'd just spilled coffee on himself that morning, he kicked it.

"Bold strategy," a voice said behind him. "But it won't work. These machines have souls, and they hate you."

Nuts turned to see a guy with curly hair and an easy grin leaning against the wall. The guy was average height but had the confidence of someone much taller. He was holding a joystick from what looked like a gaming console in one hand and a half-eaten chocolate bar in the other.

"I'm Toysi," the guy said, flashing a mischievous smile. "And you are... a vending machine whisperer?"

"Nuts," he replied hesitantly.

"Like... the snack?"

"Like my name."

Toysi chuckled. "Alright, Nuts. Why do people call you Acidy?"

Nuts sighed. "Because everything I touch turns into a disaster. You should probably keep your distance."

Toysi's grin widened. "Disasters, huh? Sounds fun. I think we're going to get along just fine."

Before Nuts could respond, the vending machine groaned ominously, and the granola bar shot out like a projectile, hitting Toysi square in the chest.

"See what I mean?" Nuts muttered.

Toysi picked up the bar, inspecting it like it was a prize. "If this is your version of bad luck, I'll take it. Free snacks!"

As they walked to their next class, Toysi kept talking, mostly about video games and how he planned to revolutionize the world of professional gaming. Nuts barely kept up, distracted by his surroundings and the looming sense that something would inevitably go wrong.

When they reached the lecture hall, Toysi pointed at a tall figure sitting in the back row, hunched over a notebook.

"That's Macber," Toysi said. "He's like a statue. Barely moves, barely talks. I tried to get him to play Mortal Kombat, and he just stared at me like I was speaking Martian."

Macber looked up then, his brown hair falling over his eyes. His gaze shifted between Toysi and Nuts, and for a moment, the silence was so heavy that Nuts felt like he should apologize for existing.

"What's his deal?" Nuts whispered.

"Macber!" Toysi called out, ignoring the question entirely. "Meet Acidy!"

Macber's expression didn't change. "Acidy?"

"It's a nickname," Nuts muttered. "I didn't choose it."

Macber shrugged and went back to his notebook.

"Friendly guy," Nuts said under his breath.

Toysi leaned in conspiratorially. "He's not unfriendly. Just... cautious. Like, ridiculously cautious. He won't even jaywalk. Says it's a 'calculated risk.'"

Nuts raised an eyebrow. "And you two are friends?"

"Of course! He balances me out. I'm chaos, he's order. And you," Toysi said, clapping Nuts on the shoulder, "are the wild card."

"Great," Nuts said dryly. "Just what I needed."

By the end of the day, the trio found themselves back in the commons, where Toysi had decided they needed to "bond" over a game of darts.

"This is a terrible idea," Macber said, eyeing the dartboard warily. "What if someone gets hurt?"

"It's darts, not a chainsaw," Toysi replied, handing Nuts a dart.

"I've never played," Nuts admitted.

"Even better!" Toysi declared. "Beginner's luck is real!"

It wasn't.

The first dart flew wide, nearly hitting a janitor. The second ricocheted off the board and landed in someone's sandwich. By the time Nuts threw the third dart, Macber had taken several steps back and was watching with his arms crossed, his face unreadable.

"This is why they call me Acidy," Nuts said, slumping onto a chair.

Toysi, to his credit, was laughing so hard he could barely stand. "You're... you're like a walking sitcom!"

Macber finally spoke up, his tone surprisingly gentle. "You just need to aim better."

"Thanks, Coach," Nuts muttered.

Macber stepped forward, grabbing a dart and taking a practiced stance. With a single flick of his wrist, the dart hit the bullseye.

"Show-off," Toysi said, though he looked impressed.

"How did you do that?" Nuts asked.

Macber shrugged. "It's just physics. Precision and control."

"Precision and control," Toysi repeated in a mock-serious tone. "Macber, you're a poet."

The three of them laughed, and for the first time all day, Nuts felt like maybe his bad luck wasn't so bad after all. Sure, he had accidentally created chaos at every turn, but these two—Toysi with his playful teasing and Macber with his quiet strength—made it bearable.

"Well," Nuts said, standing up, "at least no one got injured."

As if on cue, a dart fell from the board and landed point-first on Macber's shoe.

Macber froze, his face pale. "I hate this game."

Toysi howled with laughter as Macber gingerly removed the dart. Even Nuts couldn't help but chuckle.

"Welcome to my world," Nuts said, grinning.

To celebrate the day's "success," Toysi insisted they grab milkshakes from the campus café. As they sipped their drinks, Toysi challenged Macber to list all the ways Nuts might accidentally destroy something.

"Knocks over a milkshake," Macber said without hesitation.

"Trips on a sidewalk crack," Toysi added.

"Catches his shirt on fire," Macber continued.

"Wow," Nuts said, rolling his eyes. "Love the vote of confidence."

Toysi grinned. "We're just getting started. Face it, Acidy—you're one of us now."

And somehow, that didn't sound so bad and this is how ,

Our boy Nuts day go.