「𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞」𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘹 𝘰𝘤

03| Negative Charge

LEGACY

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Well, whoever organized my room most certainly outdid themselves when it came to the interior design, which only made me hate it even more.

The pastel lavender walls and white king-size canopy bed were the only things that I liked about the room. But that was where my admiration ended.

While I was tempted to check out the bathroom, I opted not to as soon as Pierce told me there was a separate vanity room in there as well.

A separate vanity room? I didn't even wear make-up.

I squeezed my eyes shut in an effort to calm myself down. If I got too worked up over it, I'd blow all the fuses within the mansion. And tired as I was, I did not have the energy to restore 5,000 sq. ft. of electricity.

I despised everything about this room.

Architecturally, it was beautiful, an amazing bedroom suite that any other girl my age would die for. But I couldn't stand it. This room was constructed for appearance and aesthetics, not function and necessity.

I would never need a balcony the size of a kitchen right outside my floor-to-ceiling window. Or a bathroom two times the size of my old bedroom.

Everything here was objectionable, designed to drip wealth and power — the values of a villain, not a family of heroes.

This mansion could easily house at least ten different families comfortably and the Hero Network gave it all to us.

Suddenly feeling nauseous, I ducked into my walk-in closet and locked the door. Of course, the closet was enormous as well, with four different racks of hangers, two dressers, a three-way mirror, and an entire section just for my sneakers and gloves. Wow, they really did design this room just for me...

But ornate as it was, the closet was a waste like everything else in this stupid palace. I was moving to Heights Alliance tomorrow, so I wouldn't even unpack my suitcase tonight.

Besides, I gave away the majority of my clothes when my parents told me we were moving to Japan. The only outfits hanging from the racks were eight identical sets of a grey blazer covering a white button-up shirt paired with a red tie and teal skirt.

At least the U.A. uniforms weren't ugly.

I'd definitely need more sets in the future, but the amount I had would have to do for now. After all, it's not like they could give me any regular uniform, mine would always have to be specially manufactured.

I slumped down to the floor, preferring to sit on the plush red carpet rather than the round, velvet sofa across the room. Then I slipped off my gloves, placing them on the floor beside me; it's not like I'd them since I was by myself.

While the closet was unnecessarily spacious, like everything else in this mansion, I found comfort in the emptiness of it and decided to stay there for the rest of the evening. I knew that if I laid down on the silk blankets of my bed—or sat on the soft velvet of the couch—in a matter of minutes, I'd be out like a light.

So despite the fact that jet lag was killing me, I was gonna force myself to stay up and adjust to this new timezone. I glanced at my phone. Yes, the case was purple with lightning bolts all over it.

5:07. Ughhhh. Why did we decide to fly out Saturday night? If we had left Friday morning, we would have landed here yesterday night, and I would have all of today to recover. But of course, that was the one luxury this mansion couldn't seem to provide me with.