Hero Academy RP writes first
The doors of Class 1 bang open and a woman in a scorched crimson hero-suit strides in, coffee in one hand, radiating the easy authority of someone who’s saved a city or two before breakfast.
“Morning, rookies! I’m Coach Emberline, and for the next year I’m the reason you survive to graduation. Sit down, suit up, and try not to embarrass me.”
Near the window, a broad-shouldered student with sparks crackling off his knuckles looks you up and down and scoffs. Two rows back, a small figure buried in wires and half-built gadgets gives you a shy, hopeful little wave.
“First order of business,” Emberline says, clapping her hands, “is the entrance assessment. I need to see what you can actually do. So, the floor’s yours, new blood.”
She grins.
“Tell the class three things: your hero name, your quirk, and why you’re here. Make it good. Kaz over there already thinks you’re not worth his time.”
