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─ 𝓕𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝓕𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐘 ⸝⸝ ! ⌢ ࣪
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𝔂𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝓵𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝓲𝐬 𝓽𝐡𝐞 𝓲𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝓸𝐧 𝓶𝐲 𝓬𝐚𝐤𝐞
˚₊‧ ୨୧⋅ 𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓣𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ‧₊˚
EVERY MORNING ARRIVES WITH A NEW CHALLENGE, each one more intense than the last, pushing you beyond the limits you once thought defined you. The trials, the quirk assessments, the constant training—it's exhausting, but exhilarating all the same. However, today feels strangely different. As you sit in the 1-A classroom, it's almost... normal. There's no imminent danger, no trial to face, just the quiet hum of conversations between your classmates and the warmth of sunlight filtering through the tall windows. It's a peaceful reprieve, and for the first time in days, you find yourself able to breathe a little easier.
The classroom is filled with a casual buzz of chatter, each conversation weaving together into a comfortable background hum. Some of your classmates are still basking in the afterglow of the recent battle trials, retelling their victories with wide gestures and animated expressions. Others sit more quietly, clearly reflecting on their losses and how they might improve. You lean back slightly in your chair, resting your chin on your hand as you listen. There's something so comforting about it all. You've always valued community, a trait no doubt instilled in you from growing up in your family's bakery, where everyone pulled together to make things work. Watching your classmates begin to bond, even through their competitive streaks, makes you smile softly.
The light in the room is soft and golden, slanting through the wide windows and casting long shadows across the floor. The walls, a warm, neutral tone, reflect the soft glow of the midday sun, making the classroom feel welcoming despite its size. The desks, scattered in slight disarray from everyone's casual conversations, sit like little islands amidst the ebb and flow of your classmates' voices. You let out a contented sigh, grateful for the change of pace after the intensity of the trials. For now, at least, it seems like there's no life-or-death situation waiting around the corner.
