Troy stood in the lobby blankly staring at the tiled floor for a few moments, letting the events that just happened sink into his head.
Those people wanted them dead. Why? Just because of their beliefs? His young mind couldn't understand. It was just like racism, or religionism. If that was even a thing.
"Excuse me. You shouldn't be standing there. If someone should arrive behind you, it could be fatal." Said the receptionist. She was a very petite Asian woman with pink hair and glasses.
Troy threw everything that happened recently to the back of his mind, and began blatantly flirting with the cute receptionist. She didn't resist at all. She kept giggling like a little girl. When she was done with verifying his identity and nullifying his suspension, she even gave him her number. She used her ring to touch his watch. That way, they could call each other with a thought, and it was like a holographic video call.
"See you later, Maki. Stay beautiful."
"Already calling me by my first name are we? Silver sama." In Japan, calling someone by their first name is a sign of familiarity.
"Hehehe." Troy winked at her as he vanished into the teleportation array that took him to his dorm.
He sighed. He just wanted to be alone. The last thing he wanted was to see–
"Troy? Oh my god! Eddie, Troy's back!" Patricia yelled as she sat in front of a mirror, applying lipstick.
Eddie came out of the bathroom, a towel barely hanging on his waist, with a nasty scar on his torso. It was as if a beast had tried to tear him to pieces. The scars were like claw marks.
"Hey man. What's up?"
Troy sighed. Why did he have to get stuck with two second years? His uncle was probably being pummeled right now, if not dead already. But there was no way he was going to tell them that. Although Uncle Chris didn't give him the order, his identity as a descendant of Goldstar was a secret. Very few people knew that Fury was Flamestar's son, as he was disowned at a very young age. He liked to keep things that way.
"I'm tired. I've been training almost nonstop. You?"
Eddie shrugged. "I couldn't go home, so I was stuck in my mom's office."
"I was lucky to call my dad in time. If not, my mom would have beaten me to an inch of death." Patricia shivered.
Eddie and Patricia sighed.
"You all should be grateful. Now if you excuse me. I have places to go." Troy said as he exited the room, slamming the door.
Eddie and Patricia looked at each other for a moment before they realized. Troy was an orphan! Sh!t!
Troy just wanted to get out of there. There were a lot of people to see, but so little time. He looked at his watch.
7:17.
Classes start by eight.
Pedal to the metal. He went to the room adjacent to his. Then he knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was just who he was looking for.
"Hey there, beautiful. How're ya?"
Paulina turned pink as she smiled. "I'm doing fine."
Troy went inside and made himself comfortable, on her bed. This room was almost identical to the rest. Each room had a wide space, a toilet, a bathroom and three beds. That was it. It was up to the cadets to decide how they wanted to paint their room, and the arrangements of the bed. This room was stark white, and the beds were placed in a straight line, horizontally. The only thing separating them being a bedside table on the right side of each.
Paulina sat down beside him.
"Thank you for saving my life Paulina."
She looked down towards the ground.
"It was nothing, Troy." She whispered.
"How's Paul?"
"He's cool." She finally mustered the courage to look him in the eye.
Troy was the first person she had met apart from her brother, who didn't oogle her, and looked at her with lust. Even her own father had attempted to rape her when she was younger. That experience had given her the ability to turn her ability on and off. Men and women all wanted to get laid with her, regardless of her age when she was younger. So she felt a connection with Troy. Even now, with her ability turned on to the max, he looked at her like he would look at any other girl.
"You're a beautiful girl, Paulina."
"Eh?"
"I'd hate to see anything happen to you. Please don't put yourself in danger again." Troy said as he took her hands in his.
Paulina melted. Was this love?
– Now that Uncle Chris isn't here, I might as well build some connections. Paulina's parents own the biggest costume designer agency in the galaxy. It's a start.--
"Give me your number. We don't want to be late for our first class of the trimester." Troy said, winking.
Paulina opened her eyes wide and turned beet red. She nodded meekly and placed her ring on his wristwatch.
Troy was gentlemanly enough to leave her. He exited the room and went to the teleportation array.
"Nurse's office."
Doctor Iris was sitting behind her desk, applying lipstick. Today, she wore her white lab coat over a blue gown that revealed her thighs. They looked delicious.
" Hey Doc."
"Hello Troy."
Troy sat on one of the two chairs in front of the desk. He looked at Doctor Iris with mild amusement.
At first, she tried to ignore him and continued applying her makeup, but she could still see him out of the corner of her eye. After trying and failing to suppress a smile, she put down her makeup and asked:
"What?"
"You're just so beautiful, Doc."
Doctor Iris shook her head.
"What's your angle, boy?" She made sure to put him in his place by addressing him that way.
But if Troy noticed, he didn't show it.
"I wanted to thank you for saving my friend's life, Doc. And also to plan a date."
The poor nurse almost choked. This guy had balls bigger than the moon! But even though she acted all bitchy, she had come to like him. Their age difference wasn't that wide. These types of relationships were frowned upon, but not uncommon.
She sighed. Her duty as a nurse of The Hero Academia had made her crave romance, because most of her company these days were made of old men, students, creepy heroes and stunning women. She was willing to give it a shot.
" I'll be free this evening." She replied, twirling her hair.
Troy raised his eyebrow. He was mildly surprised by her change of attitude.
They exchanged numbers.
As Troy exited the door, he was immediately transported back to the fifth floor. Without missing a beat, he gave the command, and the array teleported him to his class. Outside the door.
As he entered, he tapped his watch and a holographic picture of his schedule appeared. His first class was Controversial Studies.
As he made his way to an empty seat at the back of the class, he greeted everyone he came in contact with cheerfully. Complimenting the guys and mildly flirting with the girls. By the time he sat down, the whole class already knew who he was.
A few moments later, a man walked in. He wore all black and was slightly hunched, but his steps were silent, like an assassin. He pulled back his hood, revealing a scarred face with blue eyes and pale white skin.
"Hello cadets. I am your professor of Controversial Studies, Professor Nightwalker."