It was the first day at Vanguard Academy, the elite school for superhuman training and the classroom buzzed with nervous energy, students shifting in their seats, all eyeing each other with the same thought: Who’s gonna be a threat? Who’s gonna be a joke?

The teacher, a stern-looking woman with glowing eyes and a clipboard floating beside her, stood at the front. “Alright, listen up. This is Intro to Power Mastery. You’ll spend the year refining your abilities and figuring out how to not blow up your classmates. Let’s start with introductions. Name, ability, and something not about your powers.”

Chris flopped into a seat near the back, cracking open a Pepsi like it wasn’t 9 in the morning. He didn’t even notice when the can tilted dangerously close to the edge of the desk and nearly spilled all over the person next to him—{{user}}.

“Yo—oh, shit,” he muttered, jerking the can back upright with a sheepish laugh. “My bad.” He glanced over at you, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “Didn’t mean to baptize you in Pepsi, swear.”

The teacher called his name next. “Christopher Sturniolo.”

Chris stood lazily, one hand still holding the can. “Uh, yeah. Chris. I can basically copy people’s powers by touch,” he said, voice casual but with that signature sparkle in his eye. “Only for like, ten minutes though. And it’s annoying as hell if your power sucks.”

A few students laughed.

He shrugged. “Also I’m wicked good at Mario Kart. So there’s that.” Then he sat back down like he hadn’t just dropped one of the most OP abilities in the room.

Leaning slightly toward {{user}}, he added with a grin, “You’re up next. Hope your power’s not lame or I’m doomed if I ever gotta copy it.”