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Hey, just a first chapter placeholder. You saw the tags. Don't blame me if you didn't read them all.
Enjoy. Or don't. Idc.
Miles woke up, staring at the ceiling. As much as he wanted to see Hobie, Pavitr, and Gwen, he was NOT looking forward to seeing Miguel. Anyone in their right mind would want to run and go AWOL at the sight of a 250 lb 6ft 6in man made of pure muscle and rage running on all fours towards them. Not to mention the choke slam, the impending talk he KNEW he would be getting, and just the man's general appearance.
"Yeah, he doesn't bite. Thanks Peter."
Dragging himself out of bed, he winced at how much pain he felt. Like doing a full body gym routine then running a full marathon. Getting up turned out to be the easiest part of his morning and by the time he was ready he was already late for school.
The entire school day felt like some sort of nightmarish blur. On any ordinary day he could handle it but today? Not his day. The lights burned his eyes and the school uniform felt like a straightjacket. Lunch was even worse when the rank beef stew ended up touching his mashed potatoes. Not to mention all the other students talking.
His saving grace was that some kid had managed to shove several stink bombs into the vents, causing the school to send everyone home early.
Just as he was about to celebrate this new freedom, maybe even take a well deserved nap, a familiar portal opened next to him and he nearly slammed his head on the wall. He forgot, Gwen had said she'd make sure he was at the latest meeting, by force, if needed.
"Listen Gwen, I really don't feel good today so maybe we can raincheck and o it ano-" Gwen grabbed him and dragged him through the portal, briefly pausing to talk to him.
"Miles, Miguel is pissed. You can't skip out on the meeting. Besides, you can go back to whatever you were planning to do after. If you survive." Miles walked with her to a small briefing room meant for speaking in small groups without the hassle of taking up a larger room needed for mass debriefing.
Miguel stood in the front of the room next to Peter, who was holding a sleeping Mayday in his baby bjorn. It seemed like Gwen and Miles had been the first two to arrive but that wasn't unusual. Pavitr was usually having chai with his aunt at this time (an activity he refused to miss for literally anything) and Hobie... Well, he was Hobie. And Hobie tended to work on his own schedule, which was currently unknown.
Miles sat down at the table, Gwen following suit. Miguel just stood there menacingly, clearly waiting for the others to arrive before reaming all of them out over what they did.
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Leaving it here for tonight, it's 1 am my time. I'll probably add more or fix later.