Having to return to the normal classes after the months of private crash lectures by almost all of the Star Light Power teachers really didn't do well with his brain, not even now. However, after reaching a conclusion that should have been fairly obvious from the start now that he thought about it (which was that with his powers he could never be a proper powers teacher, for as William had smartly said, they didn't really teach the students anything about themselves) he was forced, in a way, to return to his usual class and finish the rest of the curses which were required of him if he ever wished to be anything more than a student-teacher.
He still lived in a city now, though, having been given a small flat by the school with his 'teacher' position, and he couldn't wait to get their now, and simply lie on the floor for hours, possible with his wings spread around him. He never got much chance to stretch them nowadays, and the flat was just big enough to do that. Humming in agreement with his own idea, he quickly exited the room, imagining that he was already there.
This, unfortunately, didn't seem to be in the fate's plan for his day.
He still lived in a city now, though, having been given a small flat by the school with his 'teacher' position, and he couldn't wait to get their now, and simply lie on the floor for hours, possible with his wings spread around him. He never got much chance to stretch them nowadays, and the flat was just big enough to do that. Humming in agreement with his own idea, he quickly exited the room, imagining that he was already there.
This, unfortunately, didn't seem to be in the fate's plan for his day.