Summary: You are Maximillian Kolbe, the newest transfer to Imperator Academy.
Setting: https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Warhammer_High
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5225732/

It was just another day in academy. The coldness begin to build up as Fall slowly faded toward white winter. The synthetik leafs gained an orange dye and the chill in the air lightly stung your cheeks. Couple days have passed since then. You and Elyan had gotten close. Dressed in your winter uniform you walked across the hallway. Through the window you saw Elyan conversing with her groupies as always. Despite the friendship you had with her, her position did not allow your friendship be in public.

The Daughter of The First, that title carried a weight after all. You stare at the window, the shimmering blind hair, cheery lips, and those sharp yet elegant emerald eyes. It was odd, but you begin to notice that about her. Then again, every Primarch daughters were beauties. You shrugged off the attraction. And with a heavy slap on the back, your attention focuses on the force.

“Hello, Furia.” You said cordially.

“Yo Max.” Furia said. “What’s with you looking like a shriveled grass?”

“Just thinking.” You said with a shrug. “I’ll be heading to the mat later, I need to send off Al and Cathy.”

“As usual I know. Why not just invite them to watch?” Furia said.

“And let them hear the profanity?” You said with a grin.

“They’re gonna learn eventually, might as well learn it from the best.” Furia chuckled. “By the way, my entire family are gathering for a dinner, come with me.”

What the flak.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on a family gathering this Friday.” You said politely.

“Well the thing is… I kinda boasted you being in my club.” Furia said nervously. “You know, you taking on Freya and Elyan, then beating Julius then beating me heh heh… apparently my uncles heard it too.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and a sigh escapes from your lips.

“Uh… sorry?”

“Is it mandatory?”

“Well, not really. But you know, they’re my uncles, y’know, Primarchs.”

“Really? I didn’t know.” You said tiredly. “Friday is Stir-Fryday. You know how much they look forward to that.”

“I know I know, you can bring them too!” Furia said.

“You’re joking right?”

“C’mon you’re my MVP, please? I won’t make you on mat cleaning duty for a month come on!”

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