The school week was finally over, and it had been one of the most difficult yet. The academic classes had all started new and difficult units with Professor Mic's taking the top spot by focusing on what kind of messages are being sent in English based on the multitude of variables in the speaker's voice. Hero classes were hardly better. With the state of the heroics world, it was accepted that training would have to be accelerated, but this week's training had been brutal. Over the course of several days, class B had pushed their quirks to the breaking point, and then they had been pitted against an equally exhausted class-A in a variety of exercises ranging from basic elimination fights to infiltration. Predictably, class-A was the victor most of the time, but there were several instances where class-B won outright or came from behind and snatched victory for themselves. Professor Kahn had told them that he had seen definite improvement from all of them. However, they still had a long way to go, and there would be more in the following weeks. Deciding to bite the bullet and go plus ultra, most of the class had gathered to complete Present Mic's English homework for the weekend. Several hours later, a physically and mentally exhausted class-B shuffled back to their rooms to get ready to turn in or simply collapse on their bed.
For Shiozaki Ibara, nights were normally spent reading from her bible and meditating before going to sleep, but after such a difficult week, she found herself desiring something else to relieve the stress and tension that had built up over the week. After changing into her sleepwear, Ibara went to the back corner of her closet and brought out a laptop. No one knew she had it, and she had no intention of changing that. Ibara was considered the purest person in her class, possibly even the whole school. While she did not stoop to the levels of vulgarity that a few of her classmates and other students regularly did, Ibara was far from pure. God was pure, unattainably so. She just did her best to display His righteousness in the time she had in life. Everyone had their vices, and this was hers. While it was not totally obscene, Ibara did not relish the attention it would bring to her or the temptations some of her classmates would try to draw her into if they learned about this. The games on this laptop were from a series that was over a century old, and she had almost every game and version she could find. From the best to the arguably worst, and everything in between, she searched for every secret and aimed to beat every difficulty. This was her guilty pleasure. Thinking back to where she left off, Ibara plugged in her earbuds and opened the game she last played. Metal filled her ears as the game loaded, and she prepared herself for the fight ahead. As a hero, Ibara aimed to be an example of the Lord's justice and righteousness. In these games however, she was the blade of His vengeance, slaying demons, felling false gods, and reminding the rulers of Hell that there was nowhere in all existence that is outside of His reach. Continuing from her latest save, Ibara muttered one thing before starting, "Come Mayker, let us see how you fare against a warrior of a true god."
AN: I started playing Doom Eternal, and I could honestly see Ibara being a secret fan of the series.