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wiresandbooksHOTSWAP is a Worm SI fanfic that's an AU of another Worm SI fanfic; the gimmick is that every character is the opposite gender from in canon (including the SI character).
I wrote an omake focusing on the everyday life of "Micah Biron", aka Panorama. I'm crossposting it here for posterity's sake.
“C’mon, champ,” Micah Biron told himself as he climbed the front steps of Fenwood Junior High. “Today’s a new day, a new chance.” Fat chance, he couldn’t help but think. These affirmations were the brainchild of Doctor Connoly, the latest therapist to come through the PRT ENE on rotation. Someone had apparently told him Micah didn’t really have any friends his own age, as if it was Micah’s fault nobody in eighth grade took things as seriously as he did.
The pre-class periods where everyone filled the halls were the worst. As Panorama, his biggest weakness was tight quarters and crowds. It seemed like he was the only one who recognized how much the school environment represented his nightmare scenario. He slipped past Jake and Kraig, dodged Wendy as she stepped back from her locker without looking around her, and spun open the lock on his locker with practiced ease. The English, Algebra, and World Studies books went into the locker, his messenger bag went onto the hook, and he pulled out his American History textbook and that class’s binder.
His power gave him a split-second warning, just in time to lean with it as Cooper punched his shoulder. “Hey man,” Cooper said good-naturedly, “are you ready for our presentation?”
Cooper Fontneau was a good example, actually. He and Micah shared most classes, and Coop was decent enough at group projects, so they usually worked together. But nothing Micah had tried was enough to keep Cooper from greeting him with a “friendly” punch in the arm. It was kind of annoying.
“Shit, that was today?” Micah let a bit of alarm show in his voice. Cooper’s eyes widened. “That would really suck if I wasn’t ready, wouldn’t it? Good thing I’m ready then,” he said. He flipped through his binder and found the page and a half of notes, then spun it around to show it to Cooper.
The other boy nodded. “Good thing, yeah. See you in class,” he said, and threw another half-hearted punch.
Micah caught it in his palm and rolled his eyes. “See you.”
Micah tried to pay attention to Lisa Kelley’s presentation. He really did. She actually managed to make John D. Rockefeller’s life seem like an interesting topic, something which took both wits and charisma.
At a certain intellectual level, Micah knew he ought to be having crushes on girls like Lisa. She was on the volleyball team, she smiled a lot, and she could actually hold a conversation about something more interesting than celebrity gossip.
Not that he’d had many chances to talk with her, or with anyone else. Oh, he tried. But whenever he was at one of his parents’ places, they wanted to get quality time in, and whenever he was at Wards HQ, there was always something he could be doing as Panorama. The end result left Micah always feeling lost for a topic of conversation he was allowed to talk about, and after the third or fourth awkward attempt at small talk, people usually left him alone.
Still, Lisa was cute, and Micah knew the therapist would be reminding him about age-appropriate crushes the next time he tried explaining why it was so hard for him to talk to girls his age. Real life didn’t work like the cape dramas on TV, where a cute girl would learn the hero’s secret and make his life more interesting (if also more complicated). No, real life left him crushing on Diana Stansfield. That she was just as charming as her costumed persona only made it worse. She didn’t have to work at all to be taken seriously. She was a natural. And even if she hadn't been four years older than he was, Diana had eyes only for Mister Perfect himself, Invictus.
Micah sighed and tried to push those thoughts away. He’d seen all the pamphlets, heard all the lectures. Diana was even more out of his league than Lisa. But she was a friend. They had so much shared history at this point, something he could never have with anyone in this school. It sucked. It sucked and nobody understood.
“Cooper and Micah,” the teacher called. Micah sighed again and headed to the front of the room to talk about Andrew Mellon.
I wrote an omake focusing on the everyday life of "Micah Biron", aka Panorama. I'm crossposting it here for posterity's sake.
“C’mon, champ,” Micah Biron told himself as he climbed the front steps of Fenwood Junior High. “Today’s a new day, a new chance.” Fat chance, he couldn’t help but think. These affirmations were the brainchild of Doctor Connoly, the latest therapist to come through the PRT ENE on rotation. Someone had apparently told him Micah didn’t really have any friends his own age, as if it was Micah’s fault nobody in eighth grade took things as seriously as he did.
The pre-class periods where everyone filled the halls were the worst. As Panorama, his biggest weakness was tight quarters and crowds. It seemed like he was the only one who recognized how much the school environment represented his nightmare scenario. He slipped past Jake and Kraig, dodged Wendy as she stepped back from her locker without looking around her, and spun open the lock on his locker with practiced ease. The English, Algebra, and World Studies books went into the locker, his messenger bag went onto the hook, and he pulled out his American History textbook and that class’s binder.
His power gave him a split-second warning, just in time to lean with it as Cooper punched his shoulder. “Hey man,” Cooper said good-naturedly, “are you ready for our presentation?”
Cooper Fontneau was a good example, actually. He and Micah shared most classes, and Coop was decent enough at group projects, so they usually worked together. But nothing Micah had tried was enough to keep Cooper from greeting him with a “friendly” punch in the arm. It was kind of annoying.
“Shit, that was today?” Micah let a bit of alarm show in his voice. Cooper’s eyes widened. “That would really suck if I wasn’t ready, wouldn’t it? Good thing I’m ready then,” he said. He flipped through his binder and found the page and a half of notes, then spun it around to show it to Cooper.
The other boy nodded. “Good thing, yeah. See you in class,” he said, and threw another half-hearted punch.
Micah caught it in his palm and rolled his eyes. “See you.”
Micah tried to pay attention to Lisa Kelley’s presentation. He really did. She actually managed to make John D. Rockefeller’s life seem like an interesting topic, something which took both wits and charisma.
At a certain intellectual level, Micah knew he ought to be having crushes on girls like Lisa. She was on the volleyball team, she smiled a lot, and she could actually hold a conversation about something more interesting than celebrity gossip.
Not that he’d had many chances to talk with her, or with anyone else. Oh, he tried. But whenever he was at one of his parents’ places, they wanted to get quality time in, and whenever he was at Wards HQ, there was always something he could be doing as Panorama. The end result left Micah always feeling lost for a topic of conversation he was allowed to talk about, and after the third or fourth awkward attempt at small talk, people usually left him alone.
Still, Lisa was cute, and Micah knew the therapist would be reminding him about age-appropriate crushes the next time he tried explaining why it was so hard for him to talk to girls his age. Real life didn’t work like the cape dramas on TV, where a cute girl would learn the hero’s secret and make his life more interesting (if also more complicated). No, real life left him crushing on Diana Stansfield. That she was just as charming as her costumed persona only made it worse. She didn’t have to work at all to be taken seriously. She was a natural. And even if she hadn't been four years older than he was, Diana had eyes only for Mister Perfect himself, Invictus.
Micah sighed and tried to push those thoughts away. He’d seen all the pamphlets, heard all the lectures. Diana was even more out of his league than Lisa. But she was a friend. They had so much shared history at this point, something he could never have with anyone in this school. It sucked. It sucked and nobody understood.
“Cooper and Micah,” the teacher called. Micah sighed again and headed to the front of the room to talk about Andrew Mellon.
