Tubbo wasn't a fan of Mynecraft Hero Academy.

The hero school was pretty much exactly how he expected it to be- full of obnoxious, spoiled, overpowered teenagers who were practically guaranteed a hero's license after graduating, and an overly intense curriculum that caused people to drop entire letter grades after missing even a singular day. From his very first day back in freshman year, Tubbo had found himself overwhelmed with the sheer competitiveness of his fellow classmates, even in activities that had nothing to do with grades. Everyone wanted to be Number One, and Tubbo, not even sure if he wanted to be a hero in the first place, simply could not relate. Sure, he liked building things. Sure, he would be fantastic in Logistics or in Research and Development. But, surrounded by his peers who dreamed of becoming limelight heroes, Tubbo felt painfully out of place.

Which was why he hated first days of classes, when all the teachers decided there would be nothing better than a class ice breaker over why each person wanted to become a hero.

Tubbo grimaced, studiously avoiding the teacher's gaze as he desperately scrambled to come up with a somewhat-decent answer to the ice breaker. He couldn't just answer I don't know- the teacher would never accept that.

Across the room, you raised your hand calmly.