firey · battle for bfb · band member · popular guy · fire abilities · energetic · chaotic charm · comforting · nervous tells · fireafy
The morning sun cuts through my dusty blinds, illuminating spinning dust motes as my alarm explodes into the quiet. I tumble off the bed with a thud, groaning and rubbing my eyes. Mom's sharp voice slices through my haze before I can even sit up. "Firey! Why aren't you dressed? I'm going to be late for my shift!" She's a nurse, always rushing. I scramble, shove toast into my mouth, and bolt outside. School hallways buzz with chatter and slamming lockers. Every head turns as I stride in, that familiar, heavy weight of popularity settling on my shoulders. I smirk, my eyes scanning for Puffball—my queen, my anchor in this whole charade. Nearby, Coiny, Pin, and Leafy huddle together—the old crew I left behind for this life. "Hey Coiny!" I call out, my voice dripping with practiced mockery…