Kira stepped out of the shower and peered over her shoulder, eying herself in the bathroom mirror. She ran a hand over her left shoulder onto a few discoloured lines that were left over from her run-in with Garrison. Kira focused on her hand and she sighed. After a further medical exam it was discovered that Kira’s powers had developed to be able to accelerate the healing process. It wasn’t uncommon for people with abilities to not fully manifest their powers until adulthood, so it wasn’t unusual that it had only surfaced under extreme conditions. She had been badly burned by the violent explosions that she repeatedly generated, and while most of the damage had already healed, including her broken rib, her hands had not. The normal burn marks had faded away over the course of a week, revealing a strange patchwork of white lines that were slightly raised from her skin. The irregular hash pattern of scarring covered both her hands, and faded as they ran on to her wrists. The scars reminded her of the glowing energy that emanated from her when she engaged her ability, she just hoped she wouldn’t be left with more every time. Kira frowned, but after inspecting the rest of her short frame, she was glad to see the other areas with scarring had almost completely faded away, leaving only the faintest trace of the same white lines, most of which nobody would notice - she hoped.<br/>Her scarred hands had drawn unwanted attention from her classmates as soon as she returned to school, some of which had been benign and some of which had been more maliciously motivated. Kira sighed, trying not to think about the long day of school that lay ahead, instead focusing on the end of term that was so tantalisingly close, and wrapped a towel around herself before heading to her bedroom.<br/>Before her shower, Kira had just returned from a morning jog with Sam. Ever since her recovery he had insisted on starting a light fitness routine, which meant building up to three runs a week as well as some basic calisthenics workouts. Sam had been a powerlifter all through highschool, as well as being a fairly active amateur boxer up until their parents’ passed away, when he had to devote most of his time to work in order to provide for Kira.<br/>She had progressed nicely from hardly being able to run half a mile, to being able to run three miles without stopping, and he was impressed with her developing muscle endurance. They were both enjoying the exercise, Kira more so than she wanted to admit, after years of basically refusing to exercise. As for Sam, he used it as an excuse to get his cardio back up to scratch.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Breakfast’s on the table.”</span>Sam called from the kitchen as Kira emerged from her room wearing her school uniform. School was almost over for the year, and she couldn’t be happier about it.<span style="color: #0080FF">“Oh and by the way, the paperwork all went through for the Cadet Program, I don’t have a date but you should be starting soon.”</span>He said with a warm smile, picking up his bag and heading out the door.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Have a good day!”</span>Kira called after him, sitting down and demolishing the porridge he just prepared before leaving. She had always had a healthy appetite, but lately she was ravenous.<br/>A short time later Kira walked towards school, enjoying the warm, rising sun on her face as she blissfully listened to music through her earphones.