The Life of a Normal High School Student [Open]

[fantasykiller]

Who: Everybody!
What: Double Prompts
When: July 15 - 16
Where: See Prompts
Warnings: Unnecessary studying and possible violence

Library - July 15

Completely dejected, Touma laid his head on the table in defeat. He stared at one of the books piled on the table next to his head. The title read 'In Search of Schrödinger's Cat'. It was one of many books about quantum mechanics he managed to find within the library. His goal was simple; he was planning on capitalizing on his free time to study and prevent himself falling even further behind in school. Back home, his responsibilities and general misfortune made doing any schoolwork impossible. This was not the case here. Since coming here, his free time has skyrocketed. It would be waste to let such a golden opportunity slip by.

Or at least, that was what he thought when he first began. Unfortunately, quantum mechanics was not the easiest subject to learn. It has only been about ten minutes and his brain has already burned itself out trying to comprehend what he was reading. Not even the notes he wrote seemed to help. It was like trying to read a foreign language. Touma rubbed his head in frustration.

“... Maybe I should give up for now.”

 

Fight Club - July 16

“Man, this place sure has gathered up a lot of monsters.”

Out of curiosity, he decided to give the 'Fight Club' a visit. Touma himself had no desire to participate in any of the mock battles taking place. He was perfectly content with spectating from the safety of the refreshment table. It felt misleading to label the fights going on as simple spar matches. The amount of flashy magic and impossible physical feats on display made him feel he was watching an action movie with way too much CGI. He found it both amazing and utterly terrifying how powerful everybody seemed to be. If he were to actually challenge anyone here, he doubted he would last very long.

 

Touma calmly nursed his completely non-alcoholic drink as the sparring matches begin to intensify. The spiky-haired teen didn't plan on staying long. He just wanted to see what his fellow peers were capable of. Knowing his luck, it was only matter of time before some hot-blooded guy tries to drag him off to a sparring match with them.

 

Misfortune, however, decided to subvert his expectations by bring the fight to him. A stray shot from one of the matches managed to miss its intended target and flew on a collation course towards the refreshment table. Touma started moving before he could comprehend what he was doing. He scrambled on top of the table, knocking over cups and spilling soda on anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby, to counter the incoming projectile. With a single horizontal swipe, his right hand smashed into the projectile mid-flight. The sound of shattering glass filled the air as the projectile exploded into a shower of harmless sparkles.

 

Touma stood onto of the table for a couple of seconds before realizing what he had done and awkwardly lowing himself back on the ground.

 

 

“That was pretty dangerous. Is everybody here alright?”