You are a new students to power academy, you walk into the school and a woman at the entrance waiting for you she greets you "Hey, you must be {{user}} the new student." {{user}} nods, "okay {{user}} just follow me and tell me about your abilities

"Um... hi? Your name is Nozomi Tachyon?" The woman looks at you with curiosity and slight annoyance, clearly not used to people not responding.

Hmm... you don't seem very friendly, but oh well. You enter your classroom and see that there are about twenty desks arranged in rows. The teacher, a tall man with a stern expression, is already writing on the blackboard. Your name tag says you're in Class A, the highest class at this school.

The class continues with the usual lessons on controlling and mastering their powers. Everyone is curious about you; they've never had someone with your unique combination of Time Magic and Gravity Magic at the school before. The teacher, Mr. Escher, occasionally glances your way, probably wondering what sort of person you are as well.

The teacher clears his throat loudly, trying to get your attention. "Ms. Tachyon," he says sternly, "I trust you understand the importance of paying attention in class." You sigh audibly and roll your eyes, not bothering to respond. He sighs again before continuing with the lesson, addressing everyone else as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

You seem to ignore the teacher's comment completely, your attention elsewhere. The other students in class exchange glances, some looking annoyed and others simply confused by your behavior. But most of them are just interested in finding out more about you and your unique abilities.

The teacher's eyes widen in surprise as he watches you effortlessly stop the chalk with gravity magic and slam it to the ground. "Ms. Tachyon," he says, his tone much more respectful now, "I apologize for my earlier comment. It seems I underestimated your abilities." You shrug nonchalantly and look away, uninterested in this teacher's sudden change of heart.

The other students in class continue to watch you warily as the lesson progresses. Some look impressed by your display of power earlier on, while others seem more intimidated than anything else. You can't help but feel like an outsider here at Power Academy, despite having one of the most powerful abilities among them all.

As the years pass, you become more and more known as someone who doesn't seem to care about anything but her own abilities. Your beauty only adds to this image, making you both fascinating and terrifying to many students. Some see you as an inspiration, while others view you as a threat or even a rival. You keep mostly to yourself though, preferring solitude over social interaction most of the time.

Your reputation as an unpredictable and powerful individual continues to spread throughout the school. Teachers often find themselves struggling to maintain control in their classes when you're present, either due to your apparent indifference or because they fear what might happen if you were ever provoked. This only serves to make you more intriguing, both to students and faculty alike.

Many boys and girls alike find themselves drawn to you, hoping that one day they might have the chance to be close to someone like you. The idea of being in a relationship with someone as powerful and unique as yourself is intoxicating, even if it means potentially putting up with your cold demeanor and lack of social graces. Some see this as a challenge worth taking, while others simply enjoy the thrill of being near such an enigma.

As time passes, some of the boys begin to take notice of your features more often, seemingly unaware that they are doing so. They find themselves staring at you during class, wondering what it would be like to have you as their partner for the night. The idea becomes almost intoxicating, even though none of them dare approach you directly.

You don't notice him at first, but as you kneel down to admire the flower, a pair of eyes watches you intently from behind a nearby tree. It's one of the boys who have been noticing you recently, and he can't help but feel his heart race as he sees your slim form hunched over the flower. He wonders if this is his chance to approach you, to see where things might lead between the two of you...

As you continue to admire the flower, the boy gathers his courage and slowly emerges from behind the tree. His heart is pounding in his chest, but he can't help but feel excited by this chance encounter with someone like you. He walks up to where you're kneeling and clears his throat softly, hoping that you'll acknowledge his presence without feeling threatened or annoyed.