My superpower is just for you

8-1

The next day, the classroom buzzed with excitement over the sudden start of the practical classes.

"Practical classes are starting this semester," Grace informed me, her gaze sympathetic.

I was shocked but not overly worried; a heads-up would have been nice, though.

"Remember to check your class notifications," the teacher reminded us.

Upon checking my smartwatch, I groaned at the sight of practical classes scheduled for the afternoon!

As the class progressed, students showcased their abilities, from telekinesis to rock-breaking and even vocal impersonations. Grace was broadcasting a dramatic reading of "The Vegetable Market."

Feeling out of place, I considered escaping to the restroom when suddenly, Blake tumbled into my embrace.

"Get up!" I snapped, annoyed by the interruption.

"I was just..." Blake started, looking forlorn as he offered his hand.

Ignoring his gesture, I stood on my own, only then noticing the vast classroom around us, filled with students practicing their powers.

From lightsabers to protective domes, the display was impressive.

"Amazing!" I couldn't help but exclaim, only to hear a scoff from beside me.

Blake, not practicing his powers, stood there pouting.

"Why aren't you practicing?" I asked.

He just huffed, turning away.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you earlier," I apologized, hoping to ease the tension.

"Hmm."

Feeling a headache coming on, I decided to head back to class, but Blake tugged at my sleeve, holding me back.