TWEET!

[Brawly Kiyasu]

Brawly paced back and forth, ready for the day's class to start. He was waiting on the students to finished getting changed for gym class so they could start. Hopefully, the class would have a good turnout, and there would be a lot of students to push to the limit. Brawly smiled. Today was gonna be a great day.

He stood confidently, whistle hanging around his neck, ready to hear the students come running out of those locker rooms at any moment. It was just about time for them to be finished changing, anyway...

[May "mayday" Parker]

Pulling your hair through an elastic, you exit the girl's locker room, a slight pitter-patter in your heart as you walk through the door and into the gym. The vast space, high cielings....even the tight work-out clothes now clinging to your body....all remind you of your days as a super-heroine. Of the open skies of new york, leaping from building to building, and web-swinging across others.

At times like these, you really miss your webs.

"Morning, coach." You say, nodding your head in greeting towards the aqua-headed man. An unusual hair color (much less style) to be sure....but it's not like you haven't encountered stranger things since arriving.