Prologue II

A/N: So I had originally planned on using this next chapter to introduce some of the characters I've accepted, but I got bored and tired of waiting so it turned into a world-building chapter instead because I just really wanted to write something lol. So here it is! Enjoy!

EDIT: A note that was brought to my attention: So in the second section, Riri has a friend named Mina. I won't lie, I completely forgot that Mina was Ashido's first name lol, and that's not what I was going for. Mina's just a random classmate; her full name is Kawasaki Mina! There's probably a lot of Mina's in the world (I was honestly going for one of the most generic names possible), so it wouldn't be unusual for them to have the same name, right? :P So that's not Ashido Mina, Ashido Mina doesn't really have a personality like that anyway!

"Miyabishi. You really won't consider applying to UA instead?"

At this point, it was taking everything in Riri not to roll her eyes at her guidance counselor. Pulling herself together quickly, she slipped on a natural, easy smile and answered in a slightly forced chipper tone, "I apologize, Sensei, but I won't. I've decided to go to Shinraikai Academy, and that's where I'm going to go."

The teacher looked dubious still, scanning over the form she had turned in listing her high school aspirations. And then he leaned back and sighed heavily, as if Riri was the one being unreasonable. "Shinraikai is a completely new hero school; in fact, this will be its first year of opening. If you're aiming to become a hero, I still feel that you should choose a safer path. You're strong, Miyabishi, I'm sure you could make it to UA if you tried—"

Good lord, this was never going to end, was it? She'd heard this at least seven times so far today, come on— Riri reigned her growing emotions in tightly, examining her perfectly manicured short nails as a distraction, frowning when she found a chip in the polish. Might have been from that little scuffle she had yesterday in the mall. Speaking of which—

The sudden silence caught her attention and she returned her gaze to her teacher's expectant one. Oh, was he done now? Great, no more dawdling; it was time to put an end to this conversation. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she said in a serious tone, "Sensei. While I appreciate your concern, this is regarding my own life and is, therefore, my decision to make, and I've already made it. Besides, who's to say Shinraikai won't become as great as UA one day?"

"Yes, but—"

"I won't apply to UA. Not even as a backup plan," Riri said firmly. "Now, is that all?"

The teacher gave another heavy sigh, longer this time. After an extended amount of silence, he finally said shortly, "Yes, Miyabishi, that's all. Please call Onamora in next."

Riri smiled genuinely this time, getting to her feet and bowing once before heading towards the door. "Of course! Thank you, Sensei!"

As she crossed the room, she heard him mutter loudly, "Kids these days. Really, what a waste of potential…"

Riri scowled sourly as the conversation played in her head again, biting into her popsicle harshly. The stinging cold on her tongue was a welcome distraction from her swirling thoughts. There was a loud crunch as she bit down on the ice, and then a second later her friend smacked her on the shoulder.

"Stop that, you heathen," Mina huffed. "You know I hate that. What are you thinking so hard about, anyway? Still the conversation you had with the guidance counselor?"

"Not even just that!" Riri exclaimed, pointing her half-eaten popsicle at Mina accusingly. "I had at least five teachers come up to me today to tell me that I should apply to UA! Even Shinohara-sensei said that to me, and I'm not even in her class! It's just so annoying, why are they all so obsessed over UA? It—I just—gwah!"

"Um," Mina said in thought. "To be honest, I'm pretty sure it's because having a student go to UA would look really good on their record, you know? We're such a small school, it's never happened before, and you could probably make UA if you tried."

"I don't want to though!"

"I know that! But the school doesn't understand that, because everyone wants to go to UA, you know?"

Riri blew out an irritated breath, watching her long bangs fly out in front of her. She did know, as a matter of fact; she'd been aware of that for some time now, really, but she'd been trying not to think about it. She hated the idea that the teachers that had supported her studies and her dreams for these past few years would just completely disregard her own feelings that way. Still pouting, she took another angry bite of her popsicle.

Honestly though, she probably should have expected the shove Mina gave her.

"Hey!" She protested as she stumbled to the side, swallowing and almost choking on the popsicle piece as she did. But as she flailed slightly, she spotted movement from behind her, and she anticipated the incoming collision moments before it happened—

Thud.

"Oof!"

Riri was able to regain her balance thanks to a hand from Mina, which (thankfully) prevented her from completely landing on top of the other girl. Riri had spun around in the next instant, reaching out with her not-sticky hand to help the girl up. "Oh! I'm so sorry, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

The girl looked up. The moment her grey eyes made contact with Riri's magenta ones, her expression immediately shuttered and went blank. It was fairly subtle, as the girl's face hadn't revealed much to begin with, but still, Riri noticed the change immediately, Regardless, she pretended not to, continuing to worriedly scan the girl over for any injuries. To her surprise, the other girl then ducked her head and, completely avoiding her outstretched hand, pulled herself to her feet without ever meeting Riri's eye. The mumbled "It's fine, I'm fine. I'm in a hurry, excuse me" was stiff, and then the girl was bolting down the street without another word.

Mina frowned, leaning over Riri's shoulder to comment, "Well, that was rude."

No, Riri thought to herself contemplatively as the silver-haired girl vanished into the crowd. She wasn't being rude. She was being defensive. That was a defensive mechanism.

But that wasn't her business, she reminded herself. That wasn't her business, and she couldn't get involved.

"Right now, I need you to understand that you're not a hero. You're just a student. It's not your job to save people. Train more, and then make it your job. But for now, live your own life, and stop trying to save everyone you meet because, to be frank, it's none of your business."

That was right. She wouldn't get involved.

"Riri-chan…?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" Riri put on a cheerful smile as she returned to Mina's side, pulling the brown-haired girl in the direction they had originally been walking again. "So what were talking about—oh fuck my popsicle! Aw, it's all over my hand now, that's gross—"

Mina giggled. "We were talking about not going to UA." When Riri groaned, she laughed a bit more fully and prodded, "All right, then tell me more about why you want to go to Shinraikai. You were trying to tell me yesterday, but you weren't making any sense."

"Okay, rude. But anyway, did you see Inazuma's interview on Hero News Weekly yesterday?"

"You know I don't really keep up with that stuff."

"Well, there was something that she said that really resonated with me—"

PRO HEROES INAZUMA AND TEMPEST TO OPEN A HERO SCHOOL?

"…it's important that we lead future heroes, the ones who will be the next to save this planet, down the right path," says Inazuma.

Pro Hero Inazuma, real name Renjou Haruko, held an interview with Hero News Weekly yesterday morning to reveal the much-anticipated details behind the opening of the brand new hero school, Shinraikai Academy.

Last week, Inazuma and her twin brother, pro hero Tempest, real name Renjou Hijiri, announced their decision to leave the hero force and instead open up a hero school instead. This announcement faced much criticism from the public, who claimed that the two had not been heroes for very long, having only made their debut five years prior, and are thus running away from the tough hero life. Neither heroes have responded to these claims.

To the surprise of the critics convinced that Shinraikai will sink in the first week, Inazuma has revealed their powerful sponsorship by the internationally renowned Data and IT corporation, Anzen'naie. She has also provided the names of some pro heroes who have agreed to serve as staff members, including the Nightlights Hero: Neon and the Puppet Hero: Marionna.

Inazuma ended the interview with a bold claim: "As long as you have the desire to listen to and answer the calls of the people, Shinraikai Academy welcomes you as your new home." Critics claim that this is a clear attack on today's hero society and…(continued on page 7).

"Are you still reading that rubbish?"

Haruko's gaze flickered upwards briefly before disregarding Hijiri's presence as unimportant and returning to the crinkling newspaper in her hands. Not bothering to delegate her brother's comment with a response, she simply turned the page, continuing to skim through it.

Hijiri snickered at her blatant annoyance, popping open the canned drink he held in his hand and leaning casually against her desk to read over her shoulder. Haruko only barely reigned in the anger she felt at having open drinks in her office after she'd repeatedly told him not to, only letting a mild eye roll slip through, and instead shifted slightly so that her brother could read the newspaper more clearly.

She pulled away again when she suspected Hijiri was about to pour his soda all over the paper.

"Honestly," He huffed irritably, the metal can crackling slightly in his grip, "I don't understand how you put up with that shit. Or how you're so old-fashioned either; for heaven's sake, use a computer, Haruko—yeah, you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna actually hit me. But I was saying, did you even read what they wrote?"

"Yes," Haruko said promptly, which earned her a sharp flick on the ear. She sighed. "I'm not sure what you're expecting, Hijiri. We're a new school, of course we're going to get criticism. And that's even without you pulling stupid shit—"

"I got it, I got it," Hijiri scowled. "Stop nagging me about it already, you're not my mom—"

"I certainly feel like I am sometimes. Also, I'm allowed to nag at you all I want after you let that boy come back with a near broken jaw—"

"Okay, you know what, I've already been angsting over this enough by myself, I don't need to hear this from you too, Mom. But Yoshino got him fixed up so he's fine now—"

"Maybe with some new and completely unnecessary trauma, yes—"

"That's—that's not even what we were talking about!" Hijiri redirected defensively. Good, he was aware that he wasn't going to win this argument then. "We're talking about this shitty article that made you look like an idiot. Not that you aren't, but I'm the only one who's allowed to say that about you."

Haruko swiveled around in her seat to give him a look.

"Don't look at me like that. Just because you're smarter than me doesn't mean you're not still an idiot."

Okay, that she was willing to concede to. "I appreciate it, but it's fine. I said a lot of things in that interview that I probably shouldn't have said, but I certainly don't regret it. We have to show them how serious we are about this, after all."

Hijiri took a gulp of his soda before saying, "Weren't you saying something yesterday about, oh I don't know, bad publicity?"

Haruko ignored the jab. "This and that are two completely different things. Telling the brutal truth isn't bad publicity, and if we want this to really succeed, we're going to need to attract the right students. I don't know about you Hijiri, but I'm not going to let this fail. I won't let Shinraikai fail. We can't let what…what happened happen again."

The silence that shrouded the two of them this time was a much more comfortable one, albeit sprinkled with sorrow and guilt. The rustling of the newspaper in her hands was shrill, and she bit the inside of her lip hesitantly. Perhaps…she shouldn't have said that. She shouldn't have brought it up again—

"Well, it could be worse," Hijiri said finally, reaching over and flipping the newspaper in her hands over entirely to display the article decorating the back cover. "We could be the ones dealing with this, you know?"

Haruko gave him the flattest, most unimpressed look she could manage.

BREAKING NEWS: SENKIAI INSTITUTION SHUT DOWN DUE TO CORRUPTION

Yesterday, the police conducted an impromptu press conference to formally announce the closing of the Senkiai Institution under the grounds of corruption and various illegal practices including but not limited to Quirk and human experimentation, drug development, and documentation fabrication.

The Senkiai Institution is one of the longest-standing government-approved long-term juvenile holding centers. All of the Institution's inmates are minors who have committed grave crimes and are considered a threat to society if not properly contained. Three years prior, they received an award for having the most humane treatment of their prisoners, but the police have revealed that the award was a cover-up conducted by the government. They have announced that all of the inmates currently being held at Senkiai will now be transferred to Minachigu Juvenile Center as soon as possible.

Additionally, through their investigation, the police found that one of the wardens at Senkiai was not a licensed warden at all but an infamous mad scientist captured in a raid led by the Number Ten Pro-Hero, Gang Orca almost seven years ago from today: Inoue Koumi, villain name Miss Genesis (aged 28). Inoue had ties to various politicians that have now been arrested, including…(continued on page 3)

"Sorry to call you out so suddenly like this, All Might. I know you just got here and all."

Tsukauchi Naomasa gently set a cup of tea in front of his friend, feeling the way his lips curved upwards slightly at the way All Might—or rather, Yagi Toshinori—smiled kindly and reassuringly at him, despite the heavy topic he was about to breach.

"No, it's no problem at all," Toshinori said, sipping his tea carefully. The fact that the empty police station office didn't bother him at all was rather telling of the number of times he'd been there as well as the trust he held in his friend."You mentioned something about Senkiai Institution over the phone?"

"Yes," Naomasa slid him the newspaper he had stored in his bag, pointing at the article on the front page. "You've read this, right?"

"Yes, I have," Toshinori nodded. "Principal Nedzu brought it to my attention yesterday, in fact. What about it?"

"Actually, I happen to be in charge of this case currently," Naomasa admitted, his grip on his own cup of tea tightening and then loosening again. "It's a temporary assignment; it'll be switched over to another department shortly, but there was something that caught my attention so I wanted to tell you while I was still cleared to do so."

"Yes…?" Toshinori said uncertainly. "What is it?"

Cutting right to the point, Naomasa pointed at the one of the profiles printed on the article. It was a headshot of a young woman with long, purple hair tied in a side ponytail, her amber eyes wide. Despite her prison uniform and her position, she still had an eerily wide, toothy smile stretching across her face. "This villain, Miss Genesis—have you heard of her?"

Toshinori stared for a few seconds to take her appearance in, blue eyes seeming to glow in the shadows of his face. Finally he answered, "No, I don't believe I have."

"I pulled up her record. She's the daughter of Politician Inoue Koushi, who has now been arrested for accepting bribes and other corrupt dealings. Inoue Koumi was arrested once at 19 under charges of kidnapping and suspected murder, although there was no surefire evidence, but she and another inmate succeeded in breaking out shortly after. She was arrested again at 21 by Gang Orca upon discovery of her dealings with the human trafficking market and what was essentially a human experimentation lab. She had presumably been taken to Tartarus, but, well. It turned out that was a coverup. More importantly—" Naomasa met Toshinori's gaze solemnly, making sure he held the hero's full attention for the next part.

"The reason I felt the need to tell you about her, All Might, is because there has been evidence to suggest that she has been attempting to find a way to extract and transfer Quirks."

Naomasa saw the way that Toshinori's blue eyes widened, and he knew immediately that the skeletal blond man knew what he was hinting at. Still, it was horror and slight fear that had Toshinori still muttering, "You can't mean…"

"Yes," Naomasa admitted reluctantly. "I'm afraid so. I'm not sure if she has directly taken inspiration from…him…or if it's a project entirely of her own doing, but regardless, the danger still remains."

"But she was arrested, wasn't she?" Toshinori said suddenly, pushing to his feet in a panic as he leaned across the table. "Wasn't she sent back to Tartarus?"

"…She escaped on the way."

Naomasa clenched his hand in a fist, hating the fact that he even had to say those words. How could they have let her escape? She had been right there…He couldn't help but look up at Toshinori's emaciated form again, his heart sinking into his stomach even more as he did. The heroes worked so hard to defeat the villains, and it was the police's job to make sure they stayed defeated. And they'd failed.

They'd failed those kids—

A series of images flashed through his mind at that thought, and he hurriedly pushed it aside, because this was not the time for that.

"What about the kids of the Institution?" Toshinori said finally, breaking the tense silence in a hushed, grave voice. "Are they safe? The article said that they're being transferred, is that right?"

"Actually," Naomasa corrected, grateful for the change in subject. "That's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. You're familiar with Inazuma and Tempest, right?"

"Ah, yes, I remember seeing their debut in the Kiyomi Ward attack. It was quite remarkable," Toshinori commented. Then a light bulb went off in his head and he added, "That's right, didn't they say they were opening a hero school?"

Naomasa nodded. "Shinraikai Academy. Now, what I'm about to tell you is top secret, but the government has granted you special clearance since you're the number one pro hero and I was the one requesting. Three weeks ago, Tempest filed a request for a prototype reform program for some of the kids that were being held there, and it went through."

"A reform program…?" Toshinori echoed involuntarily, taking another sip of his tea.

"Right," Naomasa said. "And they asked me to help out with the selection process, given that my Quirk is what it is."

"I see," Toshinori mused. Although he didn't say anything more on the subject, Naomasa could tell from his expression and his eyes that he was slightly doubtful but also fairly hopeful. Naomasa smiled at that, relieved that he and his close friend felt the same way on the topic. Although there was some residue fear and doubt, as would be expected, in the end, it was their job as heroes and as adults to help the next generation down the right path. That was undeniable, and it was something he rather admired Inazuma and Tempest for having the courage to try and trust where no one else did. Then Toshinori suddenly looked up again, frowning, "I don't mean to be rude, but why are you telling me this, Tsukauchi-kun?"

Naomasa started, stopped, gathered his thoughts again, and then ended up smiling a bit bitterly as he admitted, "Well, the official reason is that in case anything goes wrong, you're aware of it and can help with damage control. You're the number one hero, after all. But…I suppose I also just wanted some reassurance as well. Especially after…my meeting with that boy…"

When Naomasa trailed off, clearly lost in his swirling thoughts, Toshinori prompted gently, "Tsukauchi-kun?"

"Oh, sorry," Naomasa said quickly. "All Might, do you remember…seven years ago, the media panic caused by the case of Kannou Mitsuki?"

Toshinori's gaze was sorrowful as he stared out the window absently. "Of course. How could I forget…"

All Mitsuki had wanted was some water.

He hadn't been sure where his limitations were, so he'd cooped up in his room all day, not wanting to get in trouble for wandering when or where he wasn't supposed to be, curled up in the corner of the room and, with nothing better to do, absently picking at the loose fabric on the bottom hem of his pants. It wasn't until he almost choked from the dryness of his throat that he decided to risk sneaking down to the kitchen to get some water.

He'd had it all planned out, in fact. He'd be quiet, he wouldn't go outside, and he wouldn't go anywhere except the kitchen. He'd get a cup of water, drink it, wash the cup and put it back, and then he'd be back in his room like nothing happened. Hijiri had been nice to him so far (so far), so it…should've been fine.

But then noise had hit him just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, and he froze with one foot still in the air, clutching the railing tightly.

People? Were there people? There shouldn't have been any people. Who was it? Did someone break in? No, this wasn't break-in noises, he knew what those sounded like. This sounded more like…like casual chatter—

Tentatively, he stepped onto the very last stair step, making sure that it didn't make any noise, and peered cautiously around the corner to find the source of the noise. To his amazement, there were three—no, four other teenagers his age gathered around the couches in the lounge of the dormitory, talking casually amongst one another—well, no, it looked like two of them were fighting about something?

Curious, Mitsuki leaned closer, but flinched when the girl with midnight-black hair seated on the couches suddenly gave a side glance right at him. His gold eyes met her inky black ones, and in the next moment he had turned and taken off back up the stairs as fast as he could. A loud "who was that?" echoed after him, chasing him all the way down the long hallway back to the room Hijiri had said was his.

He could feel his heart thudding painfully against his chest as he carefully closed the door, hesitating a bit before clicking the lock in place. Even then, he winced at the sound, but resolutely turned and habitually curled himself up in the corner of the room. He wrapped his arms around himself protectively, doing his best to ignore his aching throat.

Those people in the lounge…He knew them. They had been at Senkiai Institution with him. He remembered seeing them, though he had never talked to them. (Obviously. It's not like they would have wanted to talk to him, anyway. With him being…who he was).

He just…hadn't thought he'd ever see them again.

Well, Hijiri had said that he was only the first, so he really should've expected it, but still…he'd probably blocked it out because he hadn't wanted to think about it, so that was entirely his own fault. But…he hadn't talked to people his age in so long. It wasn't like he wanted to, either.

…How was he supposed to do this, exactly? Any of this? He didn't even know how to function like a normal human being. Could he really do this? This…this whole hero thing…surely, Hijiri had made a mistake. And he'd realize it soon too, so…

But…

But to be a hero…to be a good person…Mitsuki wanted so, so badly to at least be able to do that much…

"Now, now, Mitsuki-kun. How many times do I have to tell you? You're not a human, you're a monster. All you ever do is hurt people. We don't want that now, do we? That's why you have to stay here, locked away, where people will be safe from you. Do you understand? Good, that's a good boy."

Mitsuki let his eyes flutter shut, the familiar sound of the woman's soft lilting voice echoing in his head endlessly. No, he didn't want to think about this anymore. He didn't want to think about anything anymore.

He tightened his arms around himself and leaned his head lightly against the wall, slowly letting the silence of the room lull him into a restless slumber.

"Do we…have to do this?" Mitsuki asked quietly, hating the way his voice still echoed in the uncomfortably empty room.

"I'm afraid so," Hijiri responded apologetically. "It's an order from the government. But don't worry so much and just answer these questions as truthfully as you can, okay?"

Mitsuki peeked up a bit to study the man's face without meeting his eyes and then nodded. He immediately cast his gaze back down at the table, however, carefully avoiding looking at the other man sitting right next to Hijiri. The unfamiliar man was fully decked in a uniform—a detective-style police uniform, he remembered from his studies—and he held himself in a manner that made Mitsuki incredibly anxious. The way he was staring, too, as if he were seeing through Mitsuki's protective layer entirely and staring instead at the disgusting, messy monster that made up his soul, and Mitsuki really wished he would stop because no one should have to see that—

"Mitsuki?" Hijiri prompted, jolting him back to reality.

"I-I'm sorry—"

"No, it's all right," The man interrupted, and Mitsuki flinched again and immediately clamped his mouth shut, training his gaze carefully on the table again. "Sorry about that. My name is Tsukauchi Naomasa. My Quirk is one that allows me to tell if people are lying, so I'll be conducting this interview with you today. Is that okay?"

Well, what else could he say? Mitsuki bobbed his head in response.

"Could you give me a verbal response please?"

"S-Sorry, um, yes, that's fine."

"Thank you. Now, just as confirmation, could you tell me your full name and your date of birth?"

"Um, Kannou Mitsuki, and…I think I'm…14 this year? B-But I'm not sure when exactly my birthday is—s-sorry, it's written on my file though—"

"…All right, that's all right." (There was something about his tone of voice that Mitsuki couldn't place a finger on). "Then, can you tell me…"

The time passed slowly. Mitsuki resisted the urge to fidget, carefully keeping his eyes trained on the table as he spoke. The cold of the metal room was seeping through his thin clothes, but he refused to shiver. He wasn't quite sure what he was saying, but he was talking, and whatever he was saying seemed to be acceptable in the police detective's book. Every once in a while, he peered carefully through the long fringes of his black hair to observe the two men quietly, but neither gave anything away, and he became more and more tense as he continued to fish for the expected answers as best as he could.

"…all right, last question."

Mitsuki swallowed. There was a metaphorical burning in his throat that he couldn't get rid of, and he really, really didn't want to talk anymore. But what he wanted didn't matter, had never mattered, so he simply nodded.

"What do you hope to accomplish as a hero?"

"To help people?"

Mitsuki winced as soon as the response came out. It was likely the correct answer to the question, yes, so it had slipped out without his realizing it before it was too late, but…

"The truth, please," The police detective prodded in an even tone, not giving anything away. His rectangular eyes were piercing, sending the clear message of 'I know what you're doing.'

"S-Sorry, I…"

Mitsuki was…exhausted. He could feel his energy seeping out through his skin, the way he slumped in his seat. He was completely drained by this point; he just wanted all of this to be over with. Why were they asking him these things, anyway? He really didn't know what they were expecting from him. He didn't know what they wanted him to say, and he was just so, so tired—

The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them.

"I just…I know I probably…can't be an actual hero or anything, but I…I just want to be a good person. I…want to help people…if they'll let me. I'm just really…really tired…of hurting people all the time…of being a—a monster, of being…me, and…for once…I just want to know what it's like to be a good person. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore…"

"…I see." The police detective snapped his notebook shut without changing his expression, and Mitsuki immediately tensed. That had been the wrong thing to say, hadn't it? Why had he said that? He knew better than that— "Thank you for your cooperation, Kannou-kun. If you'll excuse me."

Startled, Mitsuki could only stare in bewilderment as the man smoothly stood and left the room without another word. He was only brought out of his confusion when Hijiri reached over and gently patted his back, carefully forcing himself to not jerk away from the touch. He glanced up at the brown-haired man, anxiety likely displayed all over his face, and was surprised by the gentle ruffle of his hair.

"You did well, Mitsuki. I knew you would. You'll be a great hero, I know it."

Ah, Mitsuki realized then as an unfamiliar but gentle warmth spread throughout him. This is…

He was a defect of society. A monster. He knew it, and society knew it. That was why they had kept him locked away. But…if Hijiri, his hero, his savior, believed in him…then, maybe…

But then the thought thinned, faltered, and faded like mist, disappearing from his mind entirely, as if it had never even been started at all. Mitsuki felt himself give a detached, robotic bob of his head, his gold eyes growing dark and dull, with no signs of understanding or hope at all.

A/N: And that's that~ So a few things!

Chapter Notes:

Hm, it ended up being shorter than I hoped, but also I got everything I wanted to say in there so I'm happy with it~ I hope you enjoyed this little world-building chapter with my two children (or four if you count the twins too I suppose), and Tsukauchi and All Might made a surprise appearance! I hope I did them justice!^^ Thanks for reading!

Submission Notes:

Submissions are still due March 10, and I'm sorry I haven't really been responding to PMs! I'll be honest, sometimes I just really don't know what to say so I end up not saying anything at all, and it's a bad habit that my introverted heart needs to break. But I do make sure to answer any and all questions I get so don't hesitate to reach out to me on that front!

Regarding the cast list, I'm still hovering between 15 and 16 characters per class, we'll have to see how my planning ends up. Lastly, as I've said, I won't be choosing my characters until after the deadline passes, because otherwise I'll get too excited and fill up spots too quickly lol. I am willing to offer extensions to the deadline as long as you notify me a few days before the deadline, along with a rough estimate of how long you think you'll need! I won't extend it too far since I am going on a week-long study abroad trip the week of March 14 and would like to finalize the list before I do! (And hopefully have a third chapter posted before then too~)

Until next time! Good luck and have fun creating~ For those of you also in midterm hell, we suffer together! XD

Chikage