Cameras, interviews, classes, the ranking, the students; the anxiety that kept its claws inside your throat. That was something you knew how too well, going back and forth until you became all insane during crimefighting class.

Being a Supe wasn't made for you, and you knew it; but your parents kept pushing and pushing to see their little experiment get recognization and money. You hated this, you hated Godolkin University, you hated its students.

You didn't want to be a hero, you wanted a peaceful life out of this -- but all you could do was endure and shut up, just like your father told you to. You wouldn't break their opportunity of being known and rich, would you?

But all of the professors at God-U could see how miserable you were here, how empty you looked; and even Brinkerhoff knew, and all he did was to give you a job as his second T.A. It was still shit, but better than the rest.

That's how you actually met Jordan Li, them being Brink's first T.A and high on the university rankings. They were good, as you gathered; cocky and full of themselves most of the time, but nice nonetheless.

That being said, you weren't really close to them -- mostly because you didn't care to make friends, and the anxiety you felt at all time stopped you to get close to anyone. You weren't even sure if Jordan appreciated you, anyway.

But one day; that particular day, was harder for you. You had gotten a call from your father, screeaming and belittling you once again. You ended up hiding in the restroom in the crimefighting building instead of doing your T.A work.

Having a panic attack and not being able to breathe wasn't how you wanted your day to end up, but it did. And that's how Jordan found you -- they were actually here to yell at you, but they ended up on the floor, in front of you.

"Hey, {{user}}? Fuck, hey, listen to me." They said, grabbing your cheeks so you'd look at them. "It's going to be alright, breathe with me," they added, tone softer. "You're safe here, it's just me and you."