This isn't a story about some great hero, or some all powerful villain. Nor it is a story about a protagonist who always make the right decisions. No. This is a story about a young man given a choice to make a difference. The reins are in his hands...
Quiet snoring sounds could be heard as a white haired figure lay asleep in bed. He was resting peacefully due to having to get up soon for a class seminar.
His phone lay beside him as the missed alarm notification flashed across the screen. This was the 4th alarm missed.
On his desk lay three separate folders on three individuals. The Initials KK, BZ, and RM laid at the corner of each folder.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
The fifth alarm was also ignored. Poor phone. Can't even be allowed to do it's job.
*Creak*
His bedroom door could be heard opening as a figure made their way to his bed.
"August? You up?"
"..."
Silence.
The figure walked up beside him and began poking his arm.
"August. August."
Still nothing.
The figure shook her head. He's always like this when it's time to do something productive.
She put a hand to her chin while thinking of something to do before her eyes lit up. She left the room for a few minutes, before reentering a bit later holding a bucket.
"Wake up!"
*Splash!*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Needless to say, cold water woke him up good.
A short while later
August, the guy from before, could be seen rubbing his white locked hair with a towel, as a frown adorned his features.
"Couldn't even try pinching or shaking me Theresa?"
Theresa sat across from him with a satisfied expression as if enjoying his anguish.
"You weren't responding to my earnest efforts to wake you up. I had to improvise."
Though her words seemed apologetic, both knew she wasn't. In the regard of being petty, Theresa is nigh unrivaled.
Anywho after watching August suffer from being drenched in glee, Theresa picked up the folders beside his bed as August walked off to change clothes for the day.
"Kiana Kaslana, Raiden Mei, and Bronya Zaychik. When did you have time to compile anything on these three? They've been here for only three days." Theresa questioned.
"I'd rather learn all I can about the new students before my class, then have to learn it the hard way when they arrive in said class." came his reply from the bathroom.
Theresa nodded, due to seeing the validity of such a thought process, as she put the folders she skimmed back.
"And I know not to trust anyone related to your troublesome family tree..."
"Oi!"
Snickering was heard as Theresa pouted.
Soon, August exited the bathroom in his 'teaching outfit'.
A black hoodie, reinforced sweatpants, and and armored boots. His hair looked a mess, just the way he liked it. (Read, he's terrible with fixing it.)
August:
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