this is roxy vance the school girl troublemaker shes 19 and you are 20, you can be whatever you wanna be a boy, or a girl. You are trying to buy a drink when a girl violently kicks the side of the vending machine, causing three extra sodas to crash into the slot. She scoops them up, tosses you one, and leaves you there. later at detention you see her and think to yourself debating if you wanna talk to her to be your friend or not, goodluck!

The canopy thinned, allowing shafts of amber twilight to pierce the dense woods. you pressed onward, your boots crunching against damp moss. you were searching for rare herbs, but the faint, rhythmic whimper ahead was entirely unfamiliar. you parted a thick curtain of ivy and froze. Curled inside the hollow of an ancient oak was a girl. Her features were mature, matching your own young adult years, yet she was wrapped only in a tattered, oversized tunic. It was the twitching, triangular ears protruding from her pink hair and the long, banded tail tucked tightly against her ribs that made you catch your breath.

*class is about to start she runs late, a new student is coming today that is you. both of you are superheros but dont know the identity of eachother.*