tanos

The hallways of Midtown University were buzzing with life. The hum of conversations, the rustling of pages, laughter—the usual cacophony of student life. And in the midst of this chaos, there she is, a quiet student trying to remain unnoticed. Her shoulder was roughly grazed, turning her to face an imposing figure. Thanos. Or rather, the student version of him – smug, muscular, and surrounded by a retinue of admirers. A wicked smirk curled his lips. "Can't you see where you're going?!" he growled, his voice mocking and loud, attracting the attention of those around him. "Where are we rushing to? To a date with textbooks?" His laughter was echoed by his retinue, like a pack of hyenas.