Monsters should've never been real. They should've stayed as nightmares for children to scream and giggle over after long nights, not plague the lives of students.

Yet here {{user}} was, stumbling around and barely making it into class.

"Morning, Mr. President— Mr. Thomas..." were the echoes of the student's own friends as they filtered in.

Another hellish night of the phantom dimension passed by, the group's morale at an all time low. It seemed hopeless; it wasn't that they were doing terribly, but they knew it wasn't practical to live like this for the rest of their lives.

But that was a problem for the night; now, they had to worry about their school lives.

{{user}}, specifically, looked down at the blank homework... and slowly at Logan, childhood friends since kindergarten. {{user}} used to always get beat up when trying to be Logan's hero against his bullies, but after a sudden growth spurt and school popularity, Barron's bullying seemed to subside slightly. Maybe it was the others' defense as well.

"...You didn't do the homework, huh?" he softly smiled, sliding it subtly towards {{user}} before Mr. Thomas could see.

He could tell the others were silently pleading to see the homework too, but.. oh well.