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trustfell Fanfiction
SINGLE PERSON FICS
Byakuren Hijiri
Ashley Williams
Luna
Morty Smith
Rakka
Dio Brando
Sukuyo Mankanshoku (gift)
Logan
SHIPPING FICS
Giovanni/Rick Sanchez
Cabanela/Giovanni
Tabby Smith/Dio Brando
Logan/Youko
Cabanela/Logan
Rick Sanchez/Dio Brando
Long high school AU under cut
"It is seven o' clock. Students, please prepare for your classes." The voice of the headmaster came through the intercomm. All the students of Graceside Academy for Talented Youth woke up, some looking forward to a new day and some hating to go back to class.
Dio Brando, sophomore, got up bright and early. His father always told him that hard work was necessary to becoming a lawyer, and he followed that advice by locking himself in the library to study and do homework, and when he wasn't, he was at the gym, punching the punching bag or lifting weights. He was going to be the most physically fit and cleverest lawyer in history!
He sat down in his usual seat in the cafeteria. Oatmeal, lots of fruit, and a whole ton of bacon is what he needed. He was about to bite into his apple in total serious silence when someone unwanted leaped into the seat across of him. The chair slide a foot to the side, the other student's jacket fluttering behind him, and he struck a pose as it came to a stop.
"Hey, Diooo," Cabanela stuck a leg out and slid his fingers through his well-greased hair. "How's that biology paper you're working ooon?"
Dio rolled his eyes. He must not show any reaction to the dancing student. He was to be a serious man. No smiling. He gripped the apple and chomped a huge chunk out of it. Cabanela, noticing that his appearance did nothing, got up, pushed the chair back to its original position, and sat back down, only this time, he lied with his back against the bottom of the seat and his legs dangling over the back of the seat.
Dio narrowed his eyes. "You will die like that." He stuffed the spoon into his oatmeal, ripped it out with a lump of mushy oats on it, and put it in his mouth without ever looking away.
Cabanela sighed. There was no point in starting a conversation with this guy. He swore that if he ever got Dio to chat, he'd...do something. Ask someone out on a date. Join the dance marathon. Seriously consider becoming a detective. That would be great. "Whatever suits you." He wiggled so that his hands touched the floor, then slid out of the chair and danced over to his regular table.
There, he rejoined his buddies Susan, the gloomy girl who sat in the back of the room, and Sol, the spirited hall monitor. He took a chair, turned it around, and sat on it, arms on what is supposed to be used as the back support.
Susan poked at her cereal. "Use that seat the way you're supposed to."
"No." Cabanela picked up a grape and tossed it into his mouth. He could still eat like this!
Sol stifled a giggle. "She's right. Besides, it's my job to tell you to follow the rules, and if that means I need to force you to use chairs the right way..." She stood up and grabbed the seat of the chair, which was behind Cabanela because of all this backwardsness. "Then I'm f****** doing it!!" She pulled the chair with all heir strength. Cabanela nearly fell out from the sudden acceleration, and now he was facing the rest of the cafeteria, watching Dio munch on the rest of his apple like it was an exam.
Susan couldn't help but smile. "I'm done," she said and picked up her tray.
"Huh? But you didn't finish eating! You're supposed to eat a healthy breakfast every day!" Sol scolded with her hands on her hips.
"I'll eat during class," she replied and left, ignoring Sol's protests that eating in classrooms was frowned upon. Staying in the cafeteria without any food was boring, and she had better things to do, like go over homework with her classmates.
In the classroom, several other students were there going over next period's math homework. Most were comparing answers, some were lying their heads on their desks in despair. Susan met up with Ashley, who needed a lot of help with math. She wanted to be a writer, and with all the time she spent on English essays and books, she had little time to study more than what was necessary for this class.
"O-Oh!" She looked up from her book. "Good morning!" She greeted her friend, the piano player.
Susan nodded in response. No need to say anything if silence could answer. "Did you finish?"
"Y-yeah. Um...I had some trouble with the last question, though..." She took out a sheet of paper and started to redraw the graph when a shadow appeared over her from behind her.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Before Ashley could react, Undyne snatched her unfinished homework off her desk and turned around to show it to Rick and Reaver, accompanied by Logan, the newest recruit to the gang of bullies. "Pffft, look, she can't even do math!" The four of them laughed while Ashley covered her face in embarrassment.
Susan, her face unchanging, stood up. "Stop that."
The bullies stopped laughing, and Undyne gave Susan a glare in return. "Or else what?"
Susan was unmoving. Ashley looked at her friend, than at Undyne, then back at Susan. Neither party moved until the bell rang and class had begun. It turned into a battle of who would go to their desks first, and the loser would get in trouble.
"Everyone, please take your seats!" Professor Dorika said. Undyne dropped Ashley's homework on the floor and turned away. Rick stuck his tongue out at them before leaving.
"Now, I would like to introduce to you a new student! They transferred here from Lowside Academy this week. Please, Sukuyo, you may enter the classroom."
A smiling girl with brown hair tied into a bun walked to the front of the glass, and with her hands politely folded in front of her, she stood with her head high, addressing all of her future classmates. She came from a poor neighborhood, and she was excited to get to live in such a prestigious school like Graceside. Thanks to her scholarship, she could finally become a doctor!
"Hello, everyone! My name is Sukuyo Mankanshoku! I came here last week, but I'm really excited to meet all of you! My hobbies include cooking, but I want to become a doctor!" She waved at all of them, and Rick responded with a groan. "Yay~"
She was received by a round of half-hearted applause. She sat down, and Professor Dorika instructed them to open their textbooks and called on Hibiki to read to the class. While the teacher's pet recited the page, Rick grew bored and fell asleep at his desk, drool covering his notebook. Susan glared at the student with matted hair from the corner of her eye, and she was tempted to be a decent classmate and wake him up, but decided that having Professor Dorika lecture him was the preferable option. Ashley, on the other hand, thought that doing something nice for him would put Rick under onus to her and began poking him with her mechanical pencil.
Poke poke. He snorted in his sleep and started to snore. Everyone else in the room was either focused on Hibiki or their books or staring into space, and even the professor didn't seem to notice. Ashley took to poking him even harder against his neck.
That got him to snap up to attention with a scream and clutching his neck. "AAAAH! THEY'RE EATING ME!!"
Undyne and Reaver snickered while all eyes turned to him.
"Sanchez, what are you talking about?" asked Professor Dorika.
"Th-th-they-" he looked around. This wasn't Mercury. This was his classroom, and got in trouble again.
"Sanchez, see me after class. We have to talk about this problem of yours," Professor Dorika scolded. Rick was the honestly the only student she had a problem with.
Rick sulked and Ashley felt a bit bad for it. "Don't worry, he was going to get caught anyway," Susan assured her.
Class went on without any further interruptions. Undyne and Reaver did toss a few papers Ashley's way, but after two minutes, they got bored. Logan would have done so, but his grade was more important. Evil could come later.
Next was math class. Ashley was nervous about her homework, but her friend Marty was there, and he was better at math and physics than she was, although the question of whether he'd arrive to class on time was a big question. He preferred to spend his time with one of the physics professors, who loved talking about the topic of time travel.
Her shoulders slumped when Marty wasn't at his desk. Who else could she turn to? Asuka was her next best guess, but she was on the opposite side of the building in Ancient Literature class. All hope seemed lost when Marty came barreling down the hall and tripped into the classroom.
"Am I late?!" His head, hair disheveled, whipped up and looked around. None of the other students were reading their notes, but he couldn't be sure.
Elise laughed from the back of the room.
Ashley smiled, ignoring her. "No, you're actually early!" She held out a hand which Marty grabbed. "I was hoping you'd be here so you could explain the last problem of our homework."
A blank stare. "..........we had homework?!"
"Oh my god, you didn't know?!" Ashley clasped her hands over her mouth. "I'm so screwed!" Sure, it was only one problem, but what if it severely lowered her grade! She was trying to be one of the top students in school!
Marty put his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, don't worry. It's easy for me, and I'll do the problems with you." Without waiting for an answer, he walked to his desk and tore a sheet of paper out of his notebook and began scribbling on it. Ashley watched in amazement and he went through the problems one by one, solving each in a few minutes. She pulled her chair over and took out her paper in preparation for copying his work for the last question.
"Why did you use that equation?" She asked.
"Because that's what the book says," he replied, quickly finished up his graph. "Here, copy this down and I'll explain it."
Ashley nodded and copied them as fast as she could, never looking away from either paper the whole time. Tick tock. Tick tock. The clock hand moved closer to the start of class...
"Attention, students. Next period has begun." The headmaster's voice rang throughout the complex just as Ashley finished writing down the answer.
"Thanks, Marty." She whispered as she slid off to her side of the room. The class went on without any incidents until halfway through the lesson, when Tabby burst through the room, late again.
"Hey Teach." She blew a bubble with her gum and strode casually to her desk and sat on it with her legs resting on the neighboring chair, dropping her school bag on the floor beside her. Elise eyed that display with typical disgust and adjusted her perfectly folded bow. "What?" She cooly asked her wealthy classmate and flipped her hair.
No one knew how Tabby got accepted into Graceside Academy; she didn't seem to do well grade-wise, she preferred to ride around the nearby town on her motorcycle instead of study, and she was disrespectful towards the teacher. The theory that her parents were the school's wealthiest donors was defenestrated quickly, and most students assumed that it was because some of the teachers liked her too much to expel her. In actuality, while she did poorly on tests, she was amazing in the workshop and hands-on experiences. She could debate with the other students in Political Science class without looking at her notes. It was a gift to her. Still, that didn't excuse her behavior during class, but the professor only rolled his eyes at the interruption.
Once the lunch bell rang, she and Marty jumped out of their seats and ran outside and to the lab, respectively. By the bike rack, Katsuki was waiting for here, while the typical gang of bullies were sitting by their motorcycles on the other side of the quad.
"Took you long enough!" He raged and aggressively sat on his bike. Meaning that he forcefully dropped his butt on the seat and stamped his feet on the pedals. He was an impatient boy.
"Dude, stop being so mad. It's just a quick ride." Tabby laughed and got onto her motorcycle like a normal person. The two turned on their engines and drove out of the gates and around the surrounding roads. The wind in their hair relaxed them after a stressful day of class, and when their ride was over, the two returned to school happier and looking forward to English. Well, as happy as Katsuki could let himself look like. He had an image to maintain.
As they walked back, Katsuki joined his friends Jean and Rakka, the latter who was sitting on the bench watching Marty practice his skateboarding before classes began. Her hands were folded tightly on her lap, nervous about the fitness exam the three of them were about to have in the gym period in a few days. Jean was one of the best students, and Katsuki, while not pacing himself well enough to score a high grade but very energetic, could be intimidating, Rakka felt nervous. She wasn't always in the gym training like those two, so she hoped she would do alright.
The bell rang again, and the Headmaster's voice once again announced the start of the next period. Jean, Katsuki, and Rakka picked up their bags and went into the respective gendered changing rooms.
All of the stalls in the girls' room were taken, and class was to begin shortly. Rakka was too embarrassed to change in the middle of the room, even if the only other person there was Blue, who had absolutely no qualms about undressing in front of everyone. Who cares what people think of her? She was humming a song to herself as she pulled her gym shirt on, then checked her communicator for her progress on the latest pet simulation game. Her virtual pet was still well-fed, so she didn't have to worry about it during class.
Rakka gulped and slinked into the furthest corner away from Blue. Now what? Before she could do anything, Blue spotted the shy girl and skipped over to her noisily. Rakka panicked as the fearsome foe approached and stopped right in front of her.
"What're you doing here all by yourself?" Blue grinned. "Need any help?"
"No!" Rakka replied perhaps a bit too quickly. "I just need to change!"
Blue thought she heard her crying. It was kind of funny to see Rakka get all distressed over something that didn't matter, but crying was a bit too much. "Hey, you're not actually crying, are you?"
Rakka didn't say anything.
"Well, great." She sighed. "Here, I'll hold up my towel for you. Change, quick." She took out her swimming towel and held it by the long side as a makeshift curtain. "Class is starting soon."
Rakka looked back at the other girl. "...Thanks."
Blue smiled. "Hey, no problem. We gotta look after each other. Besides, gym class is awful, and if I'm not letting you stay in here while everyone else suffers."
The two weren't the last ones outside, but they slowly and cautiously joined the rest of the class as if they didn't want to be noticed by the teacher.
"Alright!" Stated Coach Lisbeth. "Today is the Presidential Fitness Test, and after warmups, we're going to divide into groups and start the tests!"
One long groan came from the whole class, masking the enthusiasm of Jean and Katsuki. The teacher yelled at everyone again, and apart from those two, they all slinked off in sullen despair. Not Jean. He stretched and did all the required warm-ups because he loved gym class. It was the period he looked forward to every day. He went though each set of stretches too quickly and was finished before the rest of the students.
"Hey, can I go first?"
"No, we're doing this in pairs. Have you got a partner to count for you?"
Jean pointed at Katsuki. "That's him." Katsuki grumbled incoherently.
Byakuren Hijiri
Ashley Williams
Luna
Morty Smith
Rakka
Dio Brando
Sukuyo Mankanshoku (gift)
Logan
SHIPPING FICS
Giovanni/Rick Sanchez
Cabanela/Giovanni
Tabby Smith/Dio Brando
Logan/Youko
Cabanela/Logan
Long high school AU under cut
"It is seven o' clock. Students, please prepare for your classes." The voice of the headmaster came through the intercomm. All the students of Graceside Academy for Talented Youth woke up, some looking forward to a new day and some hating to go back to class.
Dio Brando, sophomore, got up bright and early. His father always told him that hard work was necessary to becoming a lawyer, and he followed that advice by locking himself in the library to study and do homework, and when he wasn't, he was at the gym, punching the punching bag or lifting weights. He was going to be the most physically fit and cleverest lawyer in history!
He sat down in his usual seat in the cafeteria. Oatmeal, lots of fruit, and a whole ton of bacon is what he needed. He was about to bite into his apple in total serious silence when someone unwanted leaped into the seat across of him. The chair slide a foot to the side, the other student's jacket fluttering behind him, and he struck a pose as it came to a stop.
"Hey, Diooo," Cabanela stuck a leg out and slid his fingers through his well-greased hair. "How's that biology paper you're working ooon?"
Dio rolled his eyes. He must not show any reaction to the dancing student. He was to be a serious man. No smiling. He gripped the apple and chomped a huge chunk out of it. Cabanela, noticing that his appearance did nothing, got up, pushed the chair back to its original position, and sat back down, only this time, he lied with his back against the bottom of the seat and his legs dangling over the back of the seat.
Dio narrowed his eyes. "You will die like that." He stuffed the spoon into his oatmeal, ripped it out with a lump of mushy oats on it, and put it in his mouth without ever looking away.
Cabanela sighed. There was no point in starting a conversation with this guy. He swore that if he ever got Dio to chat, he'd...do something. Ask someone out on a date. Join the dance marathon. Seriously consider becoming a detective. That would be great. "Whatever suits you." He wiggled so that his hands touched the floor, then slid out of the chair and danced over to his regular table.
There, he rejoined his buddies Susan, the gloomy girl who sat in the back of the room, and Sol, the spirited hall monitor. He took a chair, turned it around, and sat on it, arms on what is supposed to be used as the back support.
Susan poked at her cereal. "Use that seat the way you're supposed to."
"No." Cabanela picked up a grape and tossed it into his mouth. He could still eat like this!
Sol stifled a giggle. "She's right. Besides, it's my job to tell you to follow the rules, and if that means I need to force you to use chairs the right way..." She stood up and grabbed the seat of the chair, which was behind Cabanela because of all this backwardsness. "Then I'm f****** doing it!!" She pulled the chair with all heir strength. Cabanela nearly fell out from the sudden acceleration, and now he was facing the rest of the cafeteria, watching Dio munch on the rest of his apple like it was an exam.
Susan couldn't help but smile. "I'm done," she said and picked up her tray.
"Huh? But you didn't finish eating! You're supposed to eat a healthy breakfast every day!" Sol scolded with her hands on her hips.
"I'll eat during class," she replied and left, ignoring Sol's protests that eating in classrooms was frowned upon. Staying in the cafeteria without any food was boring, and she had better things to do, like go over homework with her classmates.
In the classroom, several other students were there going over next period's math homework. Most were comparing answers, some were lying their heads on their desks in despair. Susan met up with Ashley, who needed a lot of help with math. She wanted to be a writer, and with all the time she spent on English essays and books, she had little time to study more than what was necessary for this class.
"O-Oh!" She looked up from her book. "Good morning!" She greeted her friend, the piano player.
Susan nodded in response. No need to say anything if silence could answer. "Did you finish?"
"Y-yeah. Um...I had some trouble with the last question, though..." She took out a sheet of paper and started to redraw the graph when a shadow appeared over her from behind her.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Before Ashley could react, Undyne snatched her unfinished homework off her desk and turned around to show it to Rick and Reaver, accompanied by Logan, the newest recruit to the gang of bullies. "Pffft, look, she can't even do math!" The four of them laughed while Ashley covered her face in embarrassment.
Susan, her face unchanging, stood up. "Stop that."
The bullies stopped laughing, and Undyne gave Susan a glare in return. "Or else what?"
Susan was unmoving. Ashley looked at her friend, than at Undyne, then back at Susan. Neither party moved until the bell rang and class had begun. It turned into a battle of who would go to their desks first, and the loser would get in trouble.
"Everyone, please take your seats!" Professor Dorika said. Undyne dropped Ashley's homework on the floor and turned away. Rick stuck his tongue out at them before leaving.
"Now, I would like to introduce to you a new student! They transferred here from Lowside Academy this week. Please, Sukuyo, you may enter the classroom."
A smiling girl with brown hair tied into a bun walked to the front of the glass, and with her hands politely folded in front of her, she stood with her head high, addressing all of her future classmates. She came from a poor neighborhood, and she was excited to get to live in such a prestigious school like Graceside. Thanks to her scholarship, she could finally become a doctor!
"Hello, everyone! My name is Sukuyo Mankanshoku! I came here last week, but I'm really excited to meet all of you! My hobbies include cooking, but I want to become a doctor!" She waved at all of them, and Rick responded with a groan. "Yay~"
She was received by a round of half-hearted applause. She sat down, and Professor Dorika instructed them to open their textbooks and called on Hibiki to read to the class. While the teacher's pet recited the page, Rick grew bored and fell asleep at his desk, drool covering his notebook. Susan glared at the student with matted hair from the corner of her eye, and she was tempted to be a decent classmate and wake him up, but decided that having Professor Dorika lecture him was the preferable option. Ashley, on the other hand, thought that doing something nice for him would put Rick under onus to her and began poking him with her mechanical pencil.
Poke poke. He snorted in his sleep and started to snore. Everyone else in the room was either focused on Hibiki or their books or staring into space, and even the professor didn't seem to notice. Ashley took to poking him even harder against his neck.
That got him to snap up to attention with a scream and clutching his neck. "AAAAH! THEY'RE EATING ME!!"
Undyne and Reaver snickered while all eyes turned to him.
"Sanchez, what are you talking about?" asked Professor Dorika.
"Th-th-they-" he looked around. This wasn't Mercury. This was his classroom, and got in trouble again.
"Sanchez, see me after class. We have to talk about this problem of yours," Professor Dorika scolded. Rick was the honestly the only student she had a problem with.
Rick sulked and Ashley felt a bit bad for it. "Don't worry, he was going to get caught anyway," Susan assured her.
Class went on without any further interruptions. Undyne and Reaver did toss a few papers Ashley's way, but after two minutes, they got bored. Logan would have done so, but his grade was more important. Evil could come later.
Next was math class. Ashley was nervous about her homework, but her friend Marty was there, and he was better at math and physics than she was, although the question of whether he'd arrive to class on time was a big question. He preferred to spend his time with one of the physics professors, who loved talking about the topic of time travel.
Her shoulders slumped when Marty wasn't at his desk. Who else could she turn to? Asuka was her next best guess, but she was on the opposite side of the building in Ancient Literature class. All hope seemed lost when Marty came barreling down the hall and tripped into the classroom.
"Am I late?!" His head, hair disheveled, whipped up and looked around. None of the other students were reading their notes, but he couldn't be sure.
Elise laughed from the back of the room.
Ashley smiled, ignoring her. "No, you're actually early!" She held out a hand which Marty grabbed. "I was hoping you'd be here so you could explain the last problem of our homework."
A blank stare. "..........we had homework?!"
"Oh my god, you didn't know?!" Ashley clasped her hands over her mouth. "I'm so screwed!" Sure, it was only one problem, but what if it severely lowered her grade! She was trying to be one of the top students in school!
Marty put his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, don't worry. It's easy for me, and I'll do the problems with you." Without waiting for an answer, he walked to his desk and tore a sheet of paper out of his notebook and began scribbling on it. Ashley watched in amazement and he went through the problems one by one, solving each in a few minutes. She pulled her chair over and took out her paper in preparation for copying his work for the last question.
"Why did you use that equation?" She asked.
"Because that's what the book says," he replied, quickly finished up his graph. "Here, copy this down and I'll explain it."
Ashley nodded and copied them as fast as she could, never looking away from either paper the whole time. Tick tock. Tick tock. The clock hand moved closer to the start of class...
"Attention, students. Next period has begun." The headmaster's voice rang throughout the complex just as Ashley finished writing down the answer.
"Thanks, Marty." She whispered as she slid off to her side of the room. The class went on without any incidents until halfway through the lesson, when Tabby burst through the room, late again.
"Hey Teach." She blew a bubble with her gum and strode casually to her desk and sat on it with her legs resting on the neighboring chair, dropping her school bag on the floor beside her. Elise eyed that display with typical disgust and adjusted her perfectly folded bow. "What?" She cooly asked her wealthy classmate and flipped her hair.
No one knew how Tabby got accepted into Graceside Academy; she didn't seem to do well grade-wise, she preferred to ride around the nearby town on her motorcycle instead of study, and she was disrespectful towards the teacher. The theory that her parents were the school's wealthiest donors was defenestrated quickly, and most students assumed that it was because some of the teachers liked her too much to expel her. In actuality, while she did poorly on tests, she was amazing in the workshop and hands-on experiences. She could debate with the other students in Political Science class without looking at her notes. It was a gift to her. Still, that didn't excuse her behavior during class, but the professor only rolled his eyes at the interruption.
Once the lunch bell rang, she and Marty jumped out of their seats and ran outside and to the lab, respectively. By the bike rack, Katsuki was waiting for here, while the typical gang of bullies were sitting by their motorcycles on the other side of the quad.
"Took you long enough!" He raged and aggressively sat on his bike. Meaning that he forcefully dropped his butt on the seat and stamped his feet on the pedals. He was an impatient boy.
"Dude, stop being so mad. It's just a quick ride." Tabby laughed and got onto her motorcycle like a normal person. The two turned on their engines and drove out of the gates and around the surrounding roads. The wind in their hair relaxed them after a stressful day of class, and when their ride was over, the two returned to school happier and looking forward to English. Well, as happy as Katsuki could let himself look like. He had an image to maintain.
As they walked back, Katsuki joined his friends Jean and Rakka, the latter who was sitting on the bench watching Marty practice his skateboarding before classes began. Her hands were folded tightly on her lap, nervous about the fitness exam the three of them were about to have in the gym period in a few days. Jean was one of the best students, and Katsuki, while not pacing himself well enough to score a high grade but very energetic, could be intimidating, Rakka felt nervous. She wasn't always in the gym training like those two, so she hoped she would do alright.
The bell rang again, and the Headmaster's voice once again announced the start of the next period. Jean, Katsuki, and Rakka picked up their bags and went into the respective gendered changing rooms.
All of the stalls in the girls' room were taken, and class was to begin shortly. Rakka was too embarrassed to change in the middle of the room, even if the only other person there was Blue, who had absolutely no qualms about undressing in front of everyone. Who cares what people think of her? She was humming a song to herself as she pulled her gym shirt on, then checked her communicator for her progress on the latest pet simulation game. Her virtual pet was still well-fed, so she didn't have to worry about it during class.
Rakka gulped and slinked into the furthest corner away from Blue. Now what? Before she could do anything, Blue spotted the shy girl and skipped over to her noisily. Rakka panicked as the fearsome foe approached and stopped right in front of her.
"What're you doing here all by yourself?" Blue grinned. "Need any help?"
"No!" Rakka replied perhaps a bit too quickly. "I just need to change!"
Blue thought she heard her crying. It was kind of funny to see Rakka get all distressed over something that didn't matter, but crying was a bit too much. "Hey, you're not actually crying, are you?"
Rakka didn't say anything.
"Well, great." She sighed. "Here, I'll hold up my towel for you. Change, quick." She took out her swimming towel and held it by the long side as a makeshift curtain. "Class is starting soon."
Rakka looked back at the other girl. "...Thanks."
Blue smiled. "Hey, no problem. We gotta look after each other. Besides, gym class is awful, and if I'm not letting you stay in here while everyone else suffers."
The two weren't the last ones outside, but they slowly and cautiously joined the rest of the class as if they didn't want to be noticed by the teacher.
"Alright!" Stated Coach Lisbeth. "Today is the Presidential Fitness Test, and after warmups, we're going to divide into groups and start the tests!"
One long groan came from the whole class, masking the enthusiasm of Jean and Katsuki. The teacher yelled at everyone again, and apart from those two, they all slinked off in sullen despair. Not Jean. He stretched and did all the required warm-ups because he loved gym class. It was the period he looked forward to every day. He went though each set of stretches too quickly and was finished before the rest of the students.
"Hey, can I go first?"
"No, we're doing this in pairs. Have you got a partner to count for you?"
Jean pointed at Katsuki. "That's him." Katsuki grumbled incoherently.
Morty's Story
A beeping sound came from his wrist phone. It was a call from the head of the police department. There was rogue murderer prowling the streets. It was the same one that killed his parents. Mort lifted his scarf over his mouth and leaped off the top of the building onto his personal flying saucer and sped into the night.
The wind roared past his ears, and his orange earmuffs kept the cold out. There was only one thing on his mind: to rid the city of the cold-blooded killer. He flew above the empty streets and drunk people stumbling home from nightclubs. He wished he could party like that, but:
1) He had a busy life.
2) He wasn't old enough to get anywhere without adult supervision.
Suddenly, he saw a hooded figure in the dark alleyway with a bloodied knife in its hand. That's him, Morty thought, and jumped off the flying saucer and did a roll as he hit the ground, then moved his head up really quickly.
"It's time to end this once and for all!" He stated as the robot fists he wore activated to maximum power.
The shadowed figure sneered at him and drew his gun, but Morty was faster. Thanks to his small frame, he easily ran circles around the large man and when he got behind him, struck him with all his might.
The shadowed man flew off into the sky screaming. Morty squinted upwards, trying to spot it but to no avail. The only thing that way was the ocean, and at that velocity, the criminal would not survive.
He pressed a button on his side to call for the flying saucer and radioed the police. "It's done. I'm going back now to do my homework."
While he couldn't tell, the voice on the opposite side of the phone smiled in approval. "Good job, grandson. You'll be a hero one day."
"No, granddad...I'm a vigilante. I only go after those that did something terrible and put and end to them." He clicked the communicator off and looked up into the sky. It was hard work, but someone had to do it.
He hopped onto his flying saucer and flew off, happy that there was one less dangerous person in the city, and reached his hideout before the sun came up. There, he took off his mask and hung it on the coat rack before running upstairs to go to sleep. He was lucky it was summer vacation, or else he'd be missing to much school by fighting crime.
As he walked up the stairs, he heard mysterious footsteps coming from his secret lair. "Sol?" His partner-in-crime usually waited for him in the lobby, so this was unusual. He drew out his knifegun and cautiously approached the entrance. There was no noise coming from the inside. Morty stood away from the door and pushes it open with one hand and jumped aside, awaiting any incoming violence.
There was nothing. Curious. The room was dark, and everything seemed to be in place, but then he noticed something new on the table. He approached it, glancing around for tripwires, and picked up the note that was laying on top of it. He read it out loud:
"To Morty, from--"
He was interrupted by the whizzing of knives flying at his face. Without a moment to spare, he clutched the box to his chest and ducked, rolling under a table.
"Ha hah!" A tall, musclebound man stepped out from the shadows. "You thought it was a present from your girlfriend, but it was from me, Dio!"
"I h-had n-no idea who it was even from in the first place!" Morty retorted and threw the box - which he just realized was empty - at Dio. It booped him in the face.
Dio scowled. "It will take more than that to defeat me!" He turned over a chemistry set to run at Morty to punch him.
"Hey! We were working with that!" Morty took out his knifegun, pushed the button that had it transform into a pistol, and shot Dio several times. The bullets hit his limbs only, but it caused him to stop and deal with the pain. While he was distracted, Morty put on his robot fits once more and punched him clean through the wall and onto the sidewalk twenty stories below.
He definitely died from that.
Morty smiled, then frowned. "Great. Now I have to call the superhero repairman." Disgruntled, he went to sleep. He deserved that.
THE END