Sora rose from bed, yawning. She got up, and looked at herself in the mirror. Seeing herself with her wings horns, white vest, visible arm tattoo and messy hair, she basked in the few seconds of badass she allowed herself before she took a shower, got dressed in her uniform, combed her woollen hair, and put on her glasses. Sora was a dawn riser, on account of her sheepy nature. As soon as the sun hit her window, she was wide awake.
After running a lap around the school in the light of dusk, she returned to her dorm room and read for a while before the alarms sounded and she made her way to class, awake, refreshed and alert while her classmates still has sleep in their eyes. She couldn't help feeling smug. Though her sleeping habits of 'go to bed at dusk' did sometimes cause her to miss out on nighttime parties or events, as well as sleep a lot during winter. She, of course got to the dorm alarm first and turned it off. "Time for breakfast," she cheerily said aloud before walking past the morning zombies to the cafeteria. Morning Sora was absolutely insufferable.
After a good breakfast of a chicken salad which basically consisted of plain chicken, lettuce, watercress and lots of seeds, she was good to go! By the time she leisurely ambled to Homeroom, she was still early. It was only when other people began to arrive that class started. They were ordered to get changed. Sounded like today would be a physical day with very little in the way of academics. Good. Sora was already good at academics. It was the physical side where her weaknesses lay. She needed the practice.
What surprised Sora, however, was that in her locker, instead of the gym uniform, was a purple dress with holes in the back for her wings. She recognised it instantly. It was the hero costume she'd designed herself. Her mom must have made it for her and sent it over! Unlike the costumes of her parents, it was simple and elegant. She didn't want to be like her parents and wear elaborate costumes like her mother's cute, woolly sheep-themed one, or her father's suit of armor. Call it teenage rebellion but she wanted something more understated than those things. She happily put the costume on, and put contact lenses in. With no glasses, and her tattoo on display again, she was already starting to feel like a badass Hero.