TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
Nikolaus Kirchner
Nikolaus didn't like using his power to avoid people. Alright, correction, he did, but he didn't like that he liked to. When he had been younger, he had used it as often as he wanted, but as he had grown older, he had decided that not all problems could just be vanished away. So he tried to stay invisible in the theoretical sense instead.
Alright, so he had promised to his parents that he would make some actual friends, but... everyone was already paired or grouped up, and as much as Nikolaus wanted to defy it, he was intimidated. Not to mention the rioting group of people right outside of the school doors. That really gave him a boost of confidence.
He had said goodbye to his parents (as well as his brothers, who had actually taken the day off to bid him farewell), and waited for them to drive away before hesitating in front of the entrance. When he had heard about the Academy, all he had wanted to do was go, but now it was starting to seem like a really bad idea.
At least he was good at staying out of sight, powers or not.
He slipped by the crowd of protesters without much word from them (at least, not to him directly), and made it inside, running his fingers absentmindedly up and down the straps of his leather backpack. He kept his head low and tried to keep away from the hustle and bustle in the hallway, trying to find at least one other person who was by themselves. He really hoped he wasn't the only one.
After checking in and getting a room card, he decided to try exploring the school grounds a little, and see what there was to see. He wandered around on his own until he came across what seemed to have been the cafeteria, or mess hall, or lunchroom, or whatever you wanted to call it. The place with food.
Regardless of the room's formal title, everyone still seemed to be buddied up, and Nikolaus didn't want to be "that guy" who ate by himself on the first day. He wasn't even strikingly hungry to begin with, anyway.
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