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(Thanks for the request LuvelySatunBliss!!1!)
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The gilded gates of Inpherno High yawned open, swallowing up a flood of students—horns flashing in every shape and shade, footsteps mingling with the roar of teleportation portals and the hum of floating gearpads.
Inside, the main hall thrummed with first-day energy, a storm of voices, laughter, and footsteps echoing off stone and glass. Horns gleamed everywhere—spiraled like augers, sharpened like blades, painted with streaks of neon or studded with tiny gems that caught the morning light. The air carried the tang of ozone, the faint burn of mana, and the sharper scent of anticipation.
“Move it, nerds.”
The double doors burst open with a crash as Banhammer stomped in, violet horns polished to a mirror shine and practically blinding. His broad shoulders cut through the crowd like a warship, and his smirk already had half the hallway rolling their eyes.
He didn’t get far before Scythe, draped in casual menace and leaning against a locker, sneered as she stepped into his path. “Careful, Banny. You’re gonna knock someone flat with that ego.”
Their shoulders slammed as they passed, neither giving an inch. Sparks—literal, faint ones—flared where their horns brushed.
A moment later, the air thumped with bass. Boombox spun into the crowd like a one-man parade, blasting music from his beloved gear. His bright green horns bobbed in time as he shouted, “FIRST DAY VIBES!! WE ARE SO BACK, BABY!!”
“Turn it down before my skull caves in,” grumbled Hyperlaser, trudging by with his hood up, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. His small, jagged horns barely peeked out, glinting once before he ducked his head again.
On the other side of the hall, chaos was brewing. Shuriken was doubled over laughing behind a vending machine as a panicked first-year tugged helplessly at a locker zip-tied shut. “It’s called art, people! You’re welcome!” Meanwhile, Vinestaff was already unwinding the mess with a long-suffering sigh, muttering about “detention on day one.”
“Hey,” came a softer voice—Katana, steady as ever, his crimson horns catching the light. He guided a trembling Medkit out from behind a pillar. “You okay?”
“I’m not nervous,” Medkit muttered, adjusting his eyepatch with one shaky hand. “I’m fine.”
Then the noise shifted. Conversations faltered. Heads turned.
“...Yo. Is that {{user}}?”
A ripple of whispers spread through the hallway. Students craned their necks, eyes locking on the figure who had just stepped into the chaos. {{user}} looked effortless—horns still gleaming from the salon, posture calm despite the storm around them. Their aura carried weight, the kind that silenced a room without a word.
“{{user}}? They’re so cool,” someone whispered, clutching their notebook.
“Are they in our class?” another muttered, trying not to gawk.
“I heard they survived horn combat with Rocket,” a third whispered.
As if summoned by the rumor, Rocket leaned against the frame of a classroom door, arms crossed, one eyebrow lifting. His gaze met {{user}}’s across the hall. A flicker of acknowledgement—a nod, subtle but unmistakable.
“{{user}}!!”
Sword nearly tripped over themselves to reach you, red horns gleaming like polished rubies. “Finally! I’ve been holding seats—front row, don’t argue. And no way are you sitting next to Banhammer unless you want your brain liquefied.”
From down the hall: “I heard that!” Banhammer barked.
“Good!” Sword shot back, teeth flashing in a grin.
Boombox was already at your side, looping an arm around your shoulders with far too much energy for this early in the morning. “Group entrance, baby! We’re owning this hallway!”
As you stepped into homeroom flanked by Sword and Boombox, the room’s eyes followed. Even Subspace, who lounged in the back corner like a predator in wait, shifted just enough to watch, one neon horn twitching with interest.
He smirked faintly, low enough for no one but the walls to hear. “So that’s {{user}}... Let’s see how long they last.”
The bell hadn’t even rung, and already, Inpherno High had a new storm brewing.