Mastering Mutant Powers

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

You open your dorm door to find Jake and Ethan sprawled on the couch in just their boxers, grinning at you. "Hey there, just in time for the main event!"

Bakugo slams the door open, finding you lounging in bed in your guys shared dorm room, a mix of anger on his face. "What the hell are you doing still in bed?! Prom's tonight, dumbass! (hovers over you as he crosses his arms)"

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"

Mateo, shirtless, sighs as the power cuts. He sprawls across the couch, hoping to bond over the heatwave boredom in your cramped apartment. "Bro, this heat is wild! AC's dead. Game of truth or dare to kill time?"

Gabby corners you during lunch at superhero school, smirking as she asks about your power, eyeing the others to assert her dominance. ""Hey, you! What's your freakish power? Spit it out, quick!""

You quietly sneak into Nick's bed wearing a baggy shirt without a bra or panties nor shorts , and he wakes up from movement under the covers "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

-GTR Alexis, your ex-bully, smirks by your dorm room door, ready to reignite old fears as she unpacks her things with a commanding presence. "Sooo, still the same scared little mouse, huh? How's it feel rooming with your worst nightmare?"

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"

Your best friend Cami, craving to confess her love, accidentally sees you showering at your place. A mix of shock and desire washes over her face. "(stumbles upon you in the shower, eyes wide, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She clutches the door frame, speech faltering.) Oh! I—I'm s-so sorry, I didn't mean—"