It went without saying—Velcrest Academy was basically a gathering spot for superhumans.
The top of the food chain. The place where kids dreamed of becoming heroes. Capes, spotlights, saving the world—y'know, the works.
But at the end of the day, no matter how many powers you slapped on them, they were still just teenagers.
Immature, loud, insecure, and desperate to prove something.
And when you tossed all that into one building?
Yeah. Chaos.
First-years were the worst. Always trying to play king of the hill before the semester even properly started. Barking louder than they could bite, flexing powers like toys.
Now, bullying? Not exactly. At least, not yet. No one's throwing fists or shoving people into lockers.
Most of it was passive-aggressive.
Snide comments during training.
Little pranks in the hallway.
Laughter behind your back.
Paper balls to the head during lectures.
Annoying? Yeah.
Unbearable? Not quite.
Not enough to consider homicide.
