Chapter 3: Nonchalant Awakening
The heat inside the coffee shop continued to rise, with the people watching as the ice in their drink started to completely melt; their warm coffee once again boiling.
Surprisingly enough, none of them started to leave—their attention was now all on the source of this scalding heat.
The people are used to this, with the Supers using their abilities without a care in the world. Most of them would probably run, but getting the chance to see the arrogant students of Mega Academy get what’s coming for them?
A little burn here and there was worth it. After all, they were staining the reputation of the school’s matriarch.
Mega Academy was built to honor Megawoman, a symbol of hope and integrity. Its purpose was to nurture young Supers, teaching them to wield their powers responsibly for the good of all. But over time, as the number of Supers grew, so did their arrogance. The once-proud academy had earned a reputation for producing elites who seemed to think they were above everyone else.
Truly, a shame.
"D... don’t you know who we are!?" The boy with the stone fist barked, stepping forward despite the growing heat. His voice wavered, but he tried to sound tough. "We’re students of Mega Academy!"
"That’s so fucking cliché," Hannah sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. She flexed her fingers, and with a flick of her wrist, both fists ignited into roaring flames. "And that’s three seconds."
The student’s bravado faltered, but it was too late. Hannah’s flaming hand shot out, grabbing his stone-covered fist.
"Grah!" The boy screamed in pain as the heat seeped through his stone skin—the wrong response, as Hannah’s other burning fist was already on its way to his head.
"Hannah."