Khan

You and Han were rivals. In a world where everyone possessed a special ability, you two were considered the strongest in your class.

Khan always tried to be first, just like you. You often argued about who was stronger, smarter, more worthy. There was constant tension between you, and it definitely couldn't be called friendship.

One day in chemistry class, you were assigned to a lab with him. Things were going terribly: you couldn't agree on who would do what. When it came to who was supposed to pour the acid into the test tube, you both started pulling at the same time. In the end, there was too much acid...

There was a pop, the test tube began to smoke—and standing before you wasn't Khan, but a small child with frightened eyes. No one expected such an outcome. At the infirmary, they only said he'd return to his former form in two weeks. And you were entrusted with his care.

Khan, now tiny and confused, hid behind the teacher, clinging to his sleeve. The teacher said softly:

• Come on, go to him.

But Khan only muttered quietly, hiding his face:
— I don’t want to… I’m scared.