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~26: Tired Eyes~

Today marks the first full week back with the break from internships. Our young heroes are all excited and hyped from the lack of tiring work they have to put in for the first time in a while. Thankfully for the students of 1A, the school gives them a week every month to recover from the rough activities that they have to endure. Though in the end, they all know that the grueling hard work will eventually pay off. At least that's what anyone would hope.

"Can anyone tell me what the pythagorean theorem is?" HBomb asked the class, bright red dry erase marker in hand.

Crickets.

His sly eyes grazed over the classroom full of blank expressions, thinking faces, and a someone napping. The teacher quirked a curious eyebrow before walking over to the sleeping student.

He slammed a fist down on the desk as hard as he could, "Mr. Tails!" The fox shot his head up from the table, eyes dazed with sleep.

"Huh?"

"Care to answer the question?" HBomb's lips were laced with a playful smile.

His eyes tried to focus onto the board, "A squared plus..." Fundy squinted, "B squared equals C squared?"

The teacher slowly nodded before returning to the board. "If I catch you again, It'll be a much harsher punishment."

Fundy's ears were filled with giggles from peers. He rolled his eyes before resting his chin in his paw. Throughout the laughing, another student was drifting off slowly.

Ring.

Drista's attention shifted from the board to her notes, both of which didn't line up to each other. This didn't matter though because she was currently... preoccupied with other intrusive thoughts and self battles. The school offered her plenty of counseling to therapists but she couldn't bring herself to trust them. Part of her felt terrible for feeling the thoughts she felt or being the way she is. Then again, it's just like when she was younger.

Trauma, Pain, Therapy, Repeat.

"Drista! We got Bad's class next." Tommy shouted from the door.

Dammit. She was zoning out again.

"Coming!" Drista shouted back while shoving her papers of nonsense she called notes back into her bag.

Ever since the alleyway incident, her grades have been slipping. UA is extremely understanding, or more that they have to understand, so the only thing keeping her at the school is her brother and the taxing tuition.

The Boys plus Drista made their way down the very crowded halls together while getting to their next class. It took a bit of time due to the small hallways and the crowded groups of the students, but they made it eventually to their homeroom class.

Everyone was sat in their usual manner, some chatting and others typing away at their phones. The beloved homeroom teacher, was writing on a piece of paper. He had always loved writing haikus in his free time.

The bell finally rang again and the last class was brought to a start.

"Hello class! I hope today has treated you well!" He smiled at them while making his way to the other side of his desk. "Today... I have a little something planned for you guys..."

As if on queue, at least a dozen of little fourth graders ran through the door with such pure happiness that was almost exhausting to be around it. Following in after them was a teacher with extremely frizzy brown hair and very dark circles collected under her eyes.

"Hello Ms. Smith! Ahem. Today class, we will be teaching these students about being a hero and how to find your purpose with your quirks!" Bad said with a passive aggressive happiness, "Now this activity will not only help you guys deal with little kid fangirling over your higher ups or maybe even yourselves, it is also good for some of you to be around kids..."