"How many times must I tell you, Dante, no quirks in class?" The teacher scolded. I apologized, then took a seat. The teacher began the lesson. After a while of staring at the board with routine boredom, I let my mind wander. Whenever I did this, it never ended peacefully. My mind drifted to the world of imagination, and then my subconscious uncontrollably wandered to my family.
My mother was the kindest, sweetest person you could ever meet. She had a quirk that she could use to slice anything she touched with all five fingers. My father was a reliable, strong man with a bull quirk. He was a local pro hero named The Maverick. On a night just like any other, a man with a black suit came crashing into the building where my family and I lived. The room was stained a shade of red. Then there was a nauseating silence that flooded the night. My parents died on the spot.
Gasping awake, my ears rang, and my heart raced. My eyes widened only to see the beige walls of the monotone classroom that enclosed me. I let out a sigh.
"The last day of your middle school, and you're still sleeping in my class, Dante," the teacher scolded. Noticing the room was empty, I picked up my bag and decided I didn't want to walk home, so I activated my quirk.
"You want to go to UA, right, Dante?" Yes, that's right, sir.
"Alright then, good luck with your future endeavors, Dante. You were my favorite student. Don't forget that."The teacher yawned. If you need anything, call me. I raise my hand, waving him goodbye.
Yo what's up yall finals week is coming up so wish me luck ill see ya in the next one🫡