9 First Day Pt 1

I was currently walking to school. The excitement, mixed with a strange somberness I was currently feeling felt like my insides were filled with fireworks.

It was weird as it didn't feel as boiling hot as my excitement during a fight, but it was definitely above the stillness of the sadness I felt when I thought, or rather tried to think about my past life. It felt like I wad fluctuating up and down, never settling on either emotion.

Nevertheless, I forcibly settled down these feelings before picking up my pace, wanting to get to school as quick as I could so I could get through the first day.

On the way, I went over a few things I wanted to do when in school.

First, I wanted to gain some connections with budding teenage-Superheroes who I knew would be more powerful than others.

Second, I wanted to actually enjoy the experience of having a high school life. Part of my excitement came from the fact that high school seemed to be a fun place, a place to make friends and even more so to make memories. Whether they were dumb memories or not.

And last but not least, I wanted to test my powers against any of the teen superheroes I find. This was what made up the rest of my excitement. It seems my first take on myself was right, I am indeed a battle maniac. It doesn't make me a rage-filled berserker, however, no, instead it just means I enjoy the combat. I'm more likely to enjoy combat and fighting than let's say, dancing the tango.

But other than that, I won't go into a homicidal rage at the drop of a hat...or at least, I don't think I will?

You see! These are the kinds of things I wanna find out during my time at high school. I wanna try and find myself when among people who are of similar biological age to me.

By the time this line of thought had finished in my head, I arrived at the gate for my high school.

The gate was massive. Maybe about 3 meters tall from what I could see, and made from thick metal bars that even gave me a sense of daunting durability. On either side of the gate, there were two walls of a similar height to the gate, each of them going off to surround the school.

Taking my eyes away from the gate and the walls attached to it, I looked around me and saw multiple tired teenagers drudging their way through the gate. Some of the more awake ones looked at me with curious eyes and the even more awake ones gawked at me, fully taking in my handsomeness.

Where did I get my certainty? Because I knew I was handsome. I was reminded of this every time I went out in public, or when I spoke with women and certain men.

Anyway, I guess red hair, red eyes, and bronze tan skin is quite the exotic look, huh? I say this because I know it's true. But when I brought it up to Natasha she shrugged it off, saying nobody would really be bothered with it.

...I'd like to disagree.

As I walked through the dense crowd, I got quite a few looks. Some of fear because of my height and robust body, some of lust because of my overall attractiveness, and even some of anger and annoyance. The last ones were probably coming from those who saw their girlfriends or people they like, look at me with such blatant lust.

But what could I do about it? Wear a sack over my head? Hell no! So, I just ignored the looks to the best of my ability before walking into the school.

I'd already memorized a school map Natasha had given me, plus most of the material we'd be learning this year, so I was pretty lax when it came to getting to class.

Seeing as I had some time, I explored a little before wandering off to meet my first teacher for the day who would help me get settled in.

Half-way through my walk to the teacher's lounge, I had to cut off my Sage Force powers because the absolute filth I was seeing in some of these kids' heads. Goddamn.

I'd taken to the habit of keeping my Sage Force telekinesis and telepathy surrounding me in a 2m round bubble. Mainly so I could see who was coming by me at all angles, and whether or not they came at me with murderous intent, which is why I let the bubble dabble in surface level and slightly below in terms of the people's minds around me.

But when the people around you are horny teenagers, some of them who are even horny for you, seeing anything in their heads is a bit disturbing.

Not that I'm some kind of straight-laced, no sexual fantasy type of guy. I just think everyone should try and keep their lustful thoughts to themselves. Because I really didn't wanna see 'em.

So I kept the Sage Force bubble inside my head and would only release it if needed...and preferably when I'm not around my fellow teenagers.

Anyway, as I was walking, I found that everyone was slowly leaving the hallway and into the classrooms near them and before I knew it, I was one of the only people in the corridor. Clicking my tongue, I picked up the pace and did a slow jog.

Luckily, I learned how to hide my superhuman weight with the gravity powers from the Strength Force, otherwise, I'd definitely be making a lot of noise.

Didn't I mention my weight? Well, a quick rundown would be that because the tissue in my body is so dense, it both contributes to my strength but also to my weight. My tissue is about 8 or 9 times denser than Human Tissue which puts me around 8 or 9 times the weight of someone with my height and build which puts me around...1980lbs or so? Or 898kg which is seriously heavy.

For reference, even Thor is lighter than me. Even motorcycles are lighter than me. I have a theory that I'm so physically dense because of both the Strength Force and also the fact I have to withstand the Holy Fire which flows through each and every cell in my body.

I always knew I was heavy but I didn't really find out how heavy until I put my foot through the bottom of a car. It was quite hard to explain. Luckily, Natasha already seemed to know and only didn't tell me because she was a bit of a teasing older-sister type and wanted something to tease me on.

Anyway, my way past embarrassing situations like that is to use Gravity Manipulation to lessen the burden on the ground underneath me by spreading the pressure across a larger area. Kind of like the area surrounding the place I walk on supports the ground I am walking on. It's pretty simple, I guess.

As I was jogging my way to the meeting place, I noticed there was a teenager also running to the same place as me. But he was so caught up in whatever was in his head, he apparently didn't know he was about to run into a locker.

I saw his face when looking down the hallway, and smiled thinking how this was a good opportunity.

I sped up, reaching Olympic-athlete levels of sprinting - which was quite a light jog for me - and caught up with him, putting a hand on his backpack and stopping him from being incredibly intimate with the metal in front of him.

"Wah!" but, almost comically, his legs carried on running and they simply carried on until he slipped. Obviously, I was still holding his bag which kept him floating in mid-air.

He curiously looked back at me before nervously laughing, "Uhh...what are you doing?"

"How about you look in front of you and what you were gonna hit?" I smirked at him, mirth in my eyes. It was already gonna be fun if I could be friends with this kid. A good stepping point into the world of teen-superheroes anyway.

The kid's brown eyes looked at me suspiciously before turning back to look in front of him.

I almost laughed myself to death when I saw the realization kick in and he looked back at me with such a flustered face.

I put him back down on his feet and let him get back his bearings. After a while, he apologetically smiled before scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry about that how stand-offish I was just...I'm pretty tense from just transferring to this school...Anyway!" he stood up straight, his height seeming almost childish to mine, "You're the first person I've met at this school who seems to give a damn about other people! So, wanna be friends or something?" he looked at me with expectant eyes which caused me to laugh.

"Yeah, sure dude, the name's Michael Fortis," I put my hand out for a handshake which he hurriedly returned.

"You mean like the Latin for strong, Fortis?" seeing me nod he chuckled, "Damn, dude, that's a pretty odd name...Not to say that in a mean way or anything--" I held up my hand.

"It's alright, dude, no harm by it," I slapped his shoulder, getting the bad habit from Thor, "So, you gonna introduce yourself or do I have to call you Dude and Bro all the time?"

Hearing what I said, laughed nervously before speaking, "Ah, yeah, sorry about that. My name's Miles Morales, nice to meet you!"

"Good to meet you too. Anyway, I guess we're both heading to the Teacher's lounge, right? We're both new transfers after all," I looked around, seeing even fewer people in the corridors than before. Rough translation - we were pretty late.

Before Miles could burst in the excitement that he'd made friends with another newly transferred kid, we heard a voice behind us.

"You guys are my new students, right? You're pretty late..." both Miles and I turned to see a brown-haired man who seemed to be in his early 30s. His hazel eyes looked at the two of us with slight annoyance but also a certain fondness, as if being late was something he did a lot as a kid.

"Well, anyway, my name's Mr. Parker and I'm both your science teacher and your student guidance officer, so let's get this show on the road...we're all a bit late for my first period after all..." he showed us a wry smile before walking ahead of us.

Miles quickly followed him but seeing me in a daze he hurried whispered at me, "Michael, come on, what're you in a daze for, dude?!" which brought me out of my daze.

We both followed him and kept quiet, Miles obviously a bit shy to open up his shell around a teacher.

And I was quiet because of one reason.

My science teacher was Peter Parker or better known as; Spider-Man!

{A/N - Man, Miles Morales...what a dude. Loved him in Spider-verse and I decided I want him to be Michael's first friend. Obviously because he'll instill some fun into Michael and also because I didn't want him first friend being a normal person he'd have to hide his powers from.

Next chapter will introduce some more superpowered teens and then I'll introduce the special class only those teens can go to~}