Sunday dragged on like a dull, never-ending dream.
Leo spent most of the day holed up in his dorm room, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. His mind, however, was far from idle. Thoughts of the upcoming combat classes consumed him—excitement and anxiety twisting into a single, restless feeling in his gut.
Combat training was his chance to prove himself, to refine his skills, to survive in this academy where ranks determined everything. But at the same time, the thought of standing in an arena surrounded by actual quirk users made his chest feel tight. He wasn't like them. He didn't have fire or lightning at his fingertips. All he had was a faking device, a trick wrapped around his wrist, a lie that could fall apart at any moment.
He exhaled sharply and sat up, rubbing his face.
"Enough overthinking."
Leo glanced at the clock. Evening already? He had spent the entire day inside. Maybe he needed to step out, even if just for a little while.
