The Academy City
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You could call them a robust gang. A strange bunch who had just been plucked from a garden and put together to be a sort of team that protects what they want to protect. They could be what society needed in order to survive. Ten or more people who were more than capable with their blessed strengths and ability to create a strong team. The ones who can right all the wrongs that existed within the world they lived in. Heavy expectations loaded onto the shoulders of the youth for the sins of the father.
At first, it was just a gathering of expendables to accomplish an impossible goal, but as it went on, it grew into a essential existence.
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A lot of pairs in this one. A lot of present and a lot of past relationships to tag. There might be a poly pair too, because I have strange ships and I didn't want to bother with love triangles.
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