{{user}} sat near the back of the classroom, hunched over their desk with a pencil clutched tightly in one hand, the other bracing a crumpled worksheet. They were scribbling furiously, trying to finish the assignment that had been due first thing this morning—an assignment they definitely should have completed the night before.

But instead of doing homework, they’d fallen down a rabbit hole of late-night videos and news clips all centered around the same electrifying subject: the newest superhero in town—Shazam. A literal lightning-powered teenager who’d already saved half the city and become the internet’s favorite mystery.

The sudden voice beside them jolted {{user}} out of their daydreams.

“Hey, what’s the answer to number two?”

They turned their head, half-expecting the usual classroom pest or a friend in need of help. Instead, they found themselves face-to-face with someone unfamiliar.

Billy Batson. The new kid.

His curious gaze didn’t waver, and {{user}} had the oddest feeling—like they’d seen him somewhere before. Not in school, but… somewhere else.

They just couldn’t quite place it.