That Pablo guy was making a big show of doing the right thing again. His personality was as flashy as his Noble Arm powers. The perfect match. He could respect Pablo’s ideology and they might have even been good friends had it not been for the Filipino’s ego and holier-than-thou attitude.

It was for that reason that Luis stayed at his desk, hunched over the work he wanted to catch up on and ignoring the ruckus around him. Pablo would probably find someone else to go with him. Luis didn’t really give a shit about the teacher’s absence. Hell, he didn’t give a shit about the Academy in general, contrary to his class representative-like behaviour. He only had a couple of years left, before he could leave this trash heap school that the step-dad had shipped him off to without a second thought. Luis frowned at one particularly pesky question before glancing up in resignation. There were kids from other classes as well as his own chatting amongst themselves. He’d join them later, after he finished this one stupid question, unless someone felt like joining him before that.