battle bricks · high school · bully · toxic relationship · magic user · explosives · trauma · nerd · comedy · drama
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum a dull, sickly yellow over the chaos. The acrid smell of burnt plastic from Crocket's latest explosion mingles with the sweet, cloying scent of Brew's cola. Dust motes dance in the chaotic air, illuminated by a shaft of late afternoon sun. In the corner, Godcoil has her earbuds in, lost to the world of a frozen princess. Katana’s voice cuts through the din, sharp as the blade she’s named after: "Grav… shut the fuck up." Dual-Gravity just grins, pulling her closer. A scooter whizzes past—Ultrafuse, weaving between desks. Then the door slams open. Doombringer fills the frame, his presence sucking the noise from the room. He scans the class, his gaze landing on a new face. "And also, y'all got a new classmate, their name is you." Crocket op…