The everyday life of a not so super hero

"What's got you so worked up squirt? You usually aren't quite this quiet." The grayish blonde haired person asks gently.

"Oh, lighten up Tats. Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean something is necessarily wrong." The smaller one snaps.

The blondish one gives her a knowing look, they know for a fact that it does, indeed, mean that.

The brown haired one sighs in frustration. "I just wish sometimes that life was more fair..." The Blondish haired person gestures for her to continue.

"Everyone puts specific quirks up on a pedestal that you couldn't reach with ten stepladders, and anything that doesn't quite fit that description is forgotten and left behind. I guess I'm just sick of it... What can I do, I guess..." She mutters, upset.

She finishes off the end of the rant angrily, and the tall one sighs sadly. "Nothing we can do about it, squirt. Best we can do is move forward. Leave the hero work to the special ones, ok?

The group talks outside the gate for a few more minutes, and starts picking up their things that they set down so they could watch the students' commute, and set out on their own way.

After all, not everybody can be some huge protagonist in an epic adventure.

The brown haired girl laughs at something the dark pink haired girl says, and replies with a witty comment of her own, sending the entire group into a fit of giggles.

But sometimes, you just get lucky I guess.

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