Twenty years ago, there was a huge upscaled battle between good and evil in the country of Gardenia. To combat the situation at hand, an elite group of superheroes known as the The Alliance had banded together to defeat the villains. After two long years of battle, the Hero Force finally won.
To make sure that such a thing would never happen again and to ensure the protection of the country, an elite school was founded by the Hero Force and the Gardenian government. It was known as the Gardenian Advanced Training Academy. Till now, the school still stands, where it searches for children with unique powers or combat abilities and prowess in the hopes of training them to become the country and the world's future heroes.
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After reading the pamphlet and the origin of how the school had come about, a young boy who seemed to be about 16 or 17 years old had sluggishly put it into his backpack and zipped it.
The young boy in question had silky long raven-black hair that stopped at his mid-back length (surprisingly long for a guy), and sparkling light icy crystal-blue eyes that seemed to be able to capture the souls of anyone he looked at. He had long curly lashes, ruby-red lips, a chiseled, well-defined and sculpted face, and almond-shaped eyes giving him that sleepy-eyed look. Broad shoulders and a well-toned, lean body perfect for a fighter.
He was dressed in an all-black school uniform with a black tie. Judging from his attire and the crest of a rose garden on the left side of his chest, one could tell that he was a student at the elite Gardenian Advanced Training Academy. The black uniform complemented his black hair and blue eyes and made his already pale skin even paler, giving him that look of an ethereal vampire.
He calmly looked down at his wristwatch to check the time. Seeing he was about to be late for his first day of school, his eyes nearly popped from their eye sockets as he bolted like the wind in an attempt to make it on time.
Luckily, he made it in time—three minutes before the bell had rung for the gatherings to welcome the new students. Although he ran a few blocks, he still seemed normal; he wasn't panting heavily or anything, not even sweating. The only thing that could signify his sprint just now was his messy hair that made him look even more attractive. Without paying much attention to his hair (because he felt it looked better that way), he walked into his assigned classroom.
A/N: The thing about this school is that they didn't make classes based on A–D; instead, all in the same year would be in the same class but split into groups of five as a hero team, of course.
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Immediately he set foot into the room, the once noisy room became quiet almost instantly. Everyone, especially the girls, was captivated by his looks. He, not paying much attention to the gawkers since he was obviously used to such stares of admiration, calmly and slowly walked to his assigned seat, which, luckily for him, was at the back of the class. Fishing out a book from his bag, he started reading it.
Immediately as soon as he sat down, two cute and beautiful girls strutted into the class. One with light silky pink hair reaching her shoulders and violet-colored eyes, giving her that cute-girl look, and the other with snow-white hair reaching her waist length and smoky grey eyes, giving her that cool-beauty look. Both girls had pale skin and were about the same height, had good figures, robust breasts and tight-ass cheeks. With how short and revealing the school uniform skirts were, it really left little to the imagination; they were a sight for the boys.
The girls, paying no attention, simply looked around then randomly sat where they wanted—together. Coincidentally, they both sat on either side of the handsome boy with blue eyes and black hair.
The pink-haired girl, being a friendly type, looked at the boy and tapped his shoulder, trying to get his attention. Being momentarily disturbed from his peace, he looked up from the book he was reading and looked at her questioningly with his long, thick right eyebrow raised elegantly, giving her his full attention, and asked her with one word:
"Yes?"
The girl soon finds herself momentarily zoned out from his looks and voice but quickly snaps out of it.
"Hi, my name's Amelia Rionen. Nice to meet you," she says cheerfully while extending her hand for a handshake.
Seeing the girl introducing herself and the extended hand, he complied and introduced himself as well.
"I'm Takeshi Kasugano. A pleasure to meet you," he said, then extended his hand to give her a light handshake, feeling her soft hand before retracting it.
She felt a little sad when his big, cold hand left her touch, but only for a split second, before turning her head to her friend on the other side of Takeshi's seat.
"Hey Ciara, why don't you introduce yourself?" she said with a cute grin that made every boy in the class feel even more attracted towards her—all except Takeshi.
Normally Amelia was the kind of girl that any normal guy would fall head over heels for. Unfortunately, Takeshi was no normal guy and didn't give two shits about women, but he did find them somewhat attractive.
Hearing what Amelia said, Takeshi turned his head to face Ciara. Ciara, on the other hand, stared daggers at her friend before composing herself, hoping to get this over with, then said while looking at Takeshi:
"Hello, I'm Ciara Gardenia. I'm the last-born princess of the Gardenian royal family."
She said it looking bored, expecting him to start fawning over her just like the others after finding out her identity. But instead she got an expressionless face from him as he calmly said:
"Oh, ok. I'm Takeshi."
With a stoic expression, he then went back to his book while thinking to himself: *(From the look in her eyes, I'm guessing she expected me to try to get close to her like the others, I presume.)*
Feeling intrigued by this guy, Ciara wanted to ask him a question, but right as she was about to tap him, a man broke right through the ceiling and landed on the ground with perfect precision. While scanning the room, he said:
"Hello everyone, I'm Jake Paul, but you guys can call me Mr. Paul, and I'll be your form teacher for the rest of the school year."
He briefly paused before he continued:
"Welcome to your new beginnings at the Gardenian Advanced Training Academy."