𝔹ℕℍ𝔸 𝕆ℂ 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐
In the shadows of tragedy, Mahou Murasaki's life takes a treacherous turn. Betrayed and kidnapped, she escapes only to be thrust into a world of heroes and villains. By now, anyone would've accepted that their fate was to be alo...
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The next three days slipped away like fleeting dreams, a whirlwind of new experiences and challenges that left Murasaki's head spinning. Despite her initial exhaustion from the first day, the demands of the hero course proved to be even more intense than she could have anticipated, particularly since she had never before been a part of a traditional school environment.
Attending classes became an almost torturous ordeal, especially when it came to subjects like English, taught by the boisterous Present Mic, and Modern History Art, under Midnight's tutelage. History had never managed to capture her interest in the past. While she enjoyed absorbing and learning about historical events, the sheer volume of dates, names, and seemingly arbitrary details overwhelmed her logical mind. English presented a different sort of struggle, almost like a "like teacher, like student" situation. Her grandfather hadn't been well-versed in the language, and consequently, couldn't impart much knowledge to Murasaki.
Amidst the haze of classes, there was a glimmer of anticipation each morning – the chance to connect with her fellow students in Class 1-A. The prospect of building relationships with Mina, Jiro, Kirishima, and Kaminari was something she eagerly looked forward to. While some classmates remained sceptical of a mid-year addition, made worse by the scarcity of information about her, Murasaki was grateful for the generally warm reception she had received. "At least people are nice, right? That itself makes it much better than Aimi's group," she thought.
However, a lingering question persisted: would this atmosphere of acceptance and friendliness endure?
As Thursday arrived, Murasaki made another valiant effort to rise early. Her previous days had been marked by borderline lateness, but Aizawa had extended a bit of leniency due to her status as a new student. She recognized that this grace period was unlikely to be extended beyond a third instance.
She groggily stopped her alarm before her neighbours woke up, and pulled the sheets over her head, yearning for just a few more minutes of rest. Battling with herself, she reasoned, "Ugh...five more minutes...But if I don't wake up now, I'll oversleep for another two hours."
The cool morning breeze filtered through the balcony door's small opening, a temptation that tugged at her. Yet, she resisted the allure, begrudgingly swinging her legs out of bed.
"I can't...just can't right now. It's too cruel. But Aizawa would kick me out... Ugh...why did I even sign up for this!?"
Resisting the urge to stay in the warm bed, Murasaki dragged her feet to her wardrobe. She took out her toothbrush, paste, and facewash, making her way out of the room and to the lift. The ground floor was awfully quiet. A little unusual, but comforting to her.
"I should wake up early often. Mostly it's just buzzing with people. Maybe because I'm usually late..." she wondered, walking up to the common bathroom to brush.
