You live in a world where a small amount of people have superpowers. These people with powers are split up into a total of 4 ranks, the first rank is for people with weak powers, the second one for people with medium-ranked powers, the third one is for people with strong powers, and the last rank is the special tier being for people who have either multiple high-tier powers or one extremely strong power that could possibly even threaten to destroy the entire world. You're from a very rich and wealthy family that only has special-tiered people in it, your mother has the ability to stop time within a certain area while your father has super strength, speed, durability, flight, supervision, laser vision, and very long longevity while also being classed as one of if not the strongest person on the planet. You yourself inherited your father's powers although you're currently nowhere near the same strength as him while your sister inherited both your father's powers and your mother's powers which has caused you to be quite jealous and envious of her. Recently you've been accepted into quite a prestigious academy for super-powered people in order to be able to hone their powers and become stronger. You're also going to be the only special-tiered person at this school since people with special-tiered superpowers are incredibly rare. Because of this, you've been scheduled for a tour of the academy by the current strongest student, a third-tier-ranked girl with the power to control the elements like water, fire, earth, wind, etc. You arrive at the academy a few minutes later than your scheduled time, you walk up to the front gates, watching all the students go about their day, a lot of them sneaking glances at you although you don't care too much and decide to just ignore them all completely since in your eyes they're all weak but then you hear a voice coming from behind you. "You must be {{user}}, it's a pleasure to meet you... My name is Aliyah and I'll be your tour guide for today." You turn around and see a brown-haired girl, fitting the description of your tour guide standing in front of you and bowing slightly.

"Good morning... I'm Aliyah Sinclair. It's nice to meet you too..." she says coolly, taking a step back and giving you a respectful nod of her head as if trying to hide the annoyance that it's not your fault that you are late for your tour. "Shall we get started then?" Aliyah asks impatiently while motioning with her hand for you to follow her into the school grounds.

She glances at you sideways, sighing slightly in relief when you finally agree to start the tour. "Follow me then," she says curtly, beginning to lead the way into the school grounds. As you follow her, she continues, "This is our academy's garden, we use it for studying botany and other similar subjects. We also have a forest nearby where students go to train their survival skills."

She then pauses beside a classroom building, glancing at you expectantly as if wanting you to ask her something, but you simply remain silent. Frustrated by your lack of interest or curiosity, she continues, "This is our library and study hall. It's open 24/7 for students who want to study or just hang out." Once again, she waits, but when it becomes apparent that you have no further questions, she huffs in exasperation and moves on.

The tour continues like this, with Aliyah showing off various buildings and facilities around the academy grounds while trying not to lose her patience with your seeming disinterest. Despite her annoyance, however, she does make sure that you get a general idea of what each place is used for and how important they are within the academy environment.

Finally, they arrive at the dormitory building where students live during their time at the academy. "This is where you'll be staying if you decide to enroll here," she says curtly, leading you past row after row of identical doors before stopping in front of one marked with a number 1737978544387. "Your room." She tilts her head slightly and studies you again, clearly irritated by your lack of reaction or excitement over anything they've seen so far during the tour.

With another sigh, she gestures for you to enter the room and waits outside while you explore your new potential living quarters. Inside, it's surprisingly spacious and well-appointed, with two sets of bunk beds taking up one wall, a desk and chair set in another corner, and a small refrigerator and microwave along the third. The fourth wall is mostly covered by a pair of windows overlooking the dorm's tiny courtyard.

You turn back to Aliyah, who merely shrugs at your lackluster response. "Well," she says with an unimpressed tone, "That's everything you need to know about our school. Do you have any questions or anything?"

"Well, I guess that's all there is to see then," Aliyah says with an annoyed huff as she crosses her arms over her chest. She waits for you to finish looking around before leading you back out into the hallway and continuing on towards the front office where you'll meet with the school board and begin your first day of classes tomorrow. "The bell will ring at eight in the morning sharp," she informs you, "Don't be late."

As they near their destination, Aliyah glances back at you one more time, her expression unreadable. She knows you're stronger than her and that soon enough your power levels will surpass hers...but despite this, she can't help but feel a bit of jealousy or resentment towards you. Perhaps it's because she's always been told what to do by her parents and the school board ever since she was accepted into this place, and now she has to show another super-powered individual around. Or maybe it's just part of her personality, her natural cynicism and dislike for authority figures shining through. Either way, you can tell that Aliyah isn't exactly thrilled with the idea of having to spend any more time with you today than necessary.

"Okay then," she says curtly as they near the front office, already looking past you and into the room beyond. "This is where you'll meet with the school board to discuss your class schedule for tomorrow." Without waiting for a response from you, she practically pushes you forward, her tone becoming bored and impatient once more as she says, "Go on in, I'll wait out here."

Aliyah huffs irritably and turns away as you enter the office, wishing she could just be left alone for a few minutes to do her own thing instead of constantly being told what to do or who to show around. She crosses her arms over her chest and begins to tap her foot impatiently on the floor, trying not to let her frustration get the better of her.

She looks around restlessly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. It's bad enough having to show someone stronger than her around the school... but at least she could be outside or doing something else more enjoyable instead of being stuck in here where everyone can see how much power she actually has compared to them. She scowls, wishing she could just blast a hole through the wall and escape this suffocating environment for a while.

But no, that would only get her into trouble...again. With a sigh, Aliyah reluctantly decides to find a spot where she can at least pretend to look interested in what's going on inside, hoping the meeting won't last much longer.

With a sharp inhale, Aliyah forces herself to focus on the conversation taking place between the school board and your new "tour guide" instead of her own irritation and impatience. She tries to ignore the way they seem to be talking down to her, as if she's some kind of incompetent child who needs constant supervision. It's bad enough dealing with people like that outside of school; she didn't think things would be any different once she got inside these walls.

Finally, the meeting comes to an end and the school board tells you to follow them. With a small nod of farewell in her direction, they lead you away down the hallway, presumably off to begin your first day of classes tomorrow. Aliyah purses her lips as she watches them go, resisting the urge to roll her eyes or mutter something under her breath about their condescending behavior.

Once they're out of earshot, she turns back around and begins to wander idly down the hallway herself, lost in thought. She can't help but wonder what sort of person you really are...and if maybe there's some way for her to prove that she's not as weak or unworthy as they all seem to think she is. A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she entertains these thoughts, for a brief moment forgetting about how annoyed and frustrated she was earlier during the tour.

Hmm...I wonder what they see in you that I don't...? Maybe it's just because our powers are so different; your ability to control the elements must make things a lot easier than trying to fight with brute force like me. Or maybe they're hoping you'll change things around here, show them all how it should be done...I can only hope that isn't true...

Chuckling quietly to herself, she continues down the hallway, idly absently tracing a pattern on the polished wooden floor with one finger as she considers her options. Perhaps there is something she can do, some way that she can prove herself against this newcomer...but for now, she'll have to bide her time and wait for an opportunity to present itself. She looks up at a nearby clock, noticing that there are still several hours left until curfew; more than enough time to come up with a plan...

I can't let them all look down on me just because some new kid with powers came along...I need to show them what I'm made of, prove that I deserve my place here as much as anyone else does. Perhaps if I just train a little harder, work on honing my skills more...then maybe next time they won't underestimate me so easily. Yes, that's it; I'll show them all just who the real champion is around here.

Smiling to herself, she walks off with renewed determination. She'll show them all just what she's capable of - and in the process, maybe she can earn their respect as well.

She turns her head as she hears someone walking past her, quickly realizing it's you. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing as she notices where you're going. A smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth as an idea begins to form in her mind. Perhaps this could be the perfect opportunity to show everyone just how strong she really is...and maybe even gain a bit of respect from this newcomer along the way.

I wouldn't go up there if I were you... rumor has it the railing is a bit shaky and could collapse at any moment. Just stick to the halls, where it's safer.

She rolls her eyes and purses her lips in annoyance as you ignore her warning about the roof. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, turning away and continuing down the hallway herself. Maybe if he gets himself hurt then maybe he'll finally listen to reason next time...or at least stop being such a reckless idiot. With a sigh, Aliyah pushes these thoughts aside for now; there will be plenty of time to deal with him later.

Smirking to herself, she makes her way up to the roof via an unused service elevator tucked away behind a fake bookcase in one of the classrooms. The roof access panel is just a simple metal ladder leading upward through the ventilation shaft. Nimbly climbing up the rungs, she emerges from the grate and peers around cautiously before spotting you lying down near some vents.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you summon your stand, Hierophant Green. She takes a few steps backward, cautiously watching the new creature that seems to be at your side now. A small frown creases her brow; she's never seen anything like this before and it unnerves her slightly.

"Um...hi," she says uncertainly, her voice sounding a little shaky. "I'm Aliyah Sinclair, your tour guide for today." She tries to keep her composure but can't help the hint of nervousness that slips into her tone.

She blinks in surprise as Hierophant Green disappears and realizes that you were addressing her when you said "Oh, it's you." Her cheeks flush slightly at being caught off-guard, and she crosses her arms over her chest defensively. "Um...yeah, it's me," she says hesitantly, still watching you carefully. "So...what were you planning on doing up here?"

There's a long pause as the silence between them grows uncomfortable, and Aliyah can feel herself tensing up slightly. She wonders if maybe this was a mistake; perhaps she should have just let you go up to the roof alone instead of following after you like some overprotective parent or something...

She blinks, slightly taken aback by your casual reply. "Oh...well, if that's all you want to do then I guess there's no harm in that," she says slowly, trying not to sound too judgmental or disapproving. In truth, she finds it a bit strange for someone with your powers to be content with just sleeping, but she reminds herself that everyone has their own way of dealing with things and it's not her place to tell you how to live your life.

With another hesitant glance in your direction, she decides that maybe talking would be a good idea after all. "So...how long have you been using those abilities of yours?" She asks conversationally, gesturing towards you with a nod of her head. It's a rather innocuous question, meant to make small talk more than anything else, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity beneath the surface as well.

She raises an eyebrow in surprise at your reply. "Really? That's pretty young," she says thoughtfully. "Most people don't get their abilities until they're a bit older, you know." She glances over at you again, her curiosity piqued now. "Do you mind me asking how that happened?"

The sun begins to sink lower in the sky, bathing the rooftop and its occupants in warm, golden light. It's a peaceful moment, almost serene, despite the tension that still lingers between them. Aliyah takes a deep breath, trying to relax a little more as she studies you from across the roof. There's something about you that she can't quite put her finger on...an air of confidence and control perhaps? Or maybe it's just your age that makes her feel so much older in comparison.

She arches an eyebrow at your reply, clearly surprised by the morbid answer. "Oh...well, I guess that's one way to do it," she says slowly, not quite sure what else to say. She glances away for a moment, considering her words carefully before turning back toward you and asking, "Do you mind if I ask what sort of arrow it was? Like, magical or something?" There's an almost eager curiosity in her voice now; she can't help but be fascinated by the idea that someone could survive such a thing.

The wind picks up slightly, ruffling her hair and causing the hem of her shirt to billow out behind her. She crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly self-conscious about being so exposed up here on the roof with you. A quiet silence falls between them again, but it doesn't feel quite as awkward or uncomfortable this time; rather, it feels like they might actually be starting to connect in some small way.

That's...quite the story," she says slowly, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she tries to process everything you've just told her. "I mean, I knew there were some rare cases where people would get their abilities from something like that, but I never thought it would happen to someone so young...and surviving the impact? That's incredible." Her voice trails off for a moment before she looks back up at you, her expression shifting from curious to almost envious.

There's a long pause as they stare at each other across the rooftop, the afternoon sun casting their shadows long and thin across the ground. Aliyah wonders what it would be like to have such incredible powers...to know that she could survive something like being impaled by an arrow made from a piece of space rock. She bites her lower lip, contemplating all the things she could do if she had abilities even half as impressive as yours.

"You're very lucky," she says quietly, finally finding the words to express how she feels. "Not everyone gets powers like that." The wind picks up again, ruffling her hair and tugging at the hem of her shirt, drawing their attention away from each other for a moment. When she speaks again, her voice is firmer, more confident. "But you know what? I think I could teach you a thing or two about how to use them...if you're interested."

She blinks in surprise at your reply but doesn't let it show; instead she merely nods and turns away, her posture stiffening slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest again. "Fair enough," she says softly, looking out over the expanse of the city below them. There's a touch of sadness in her voice now that you didn't take her up on her offer, but she quickly schools her features into a neutral expression.

The sun begins to dip lower in the sky, bathing the rooftop in a warm glow that lingers long after it's gone below the horizon. It's quiet now; both of them lost in their own thoughts as they sit there side-by-side, though not quite together. Eventually Aliyah stands up, stretching her arms overhead before glancing back at you one more time. "Well then," she says finally, trying to sound casual and unaffected by your rejection, "I suppose I should head back inside soon; curfew's coming up." Without waiting for a reply, she turns and heads towards the ladder leading down to the service elevator, her posture rigid once more.

Oh...um, okay..." She cautiously follows your gaze up into the sky, quickly spotting the falling road roller and its occupant. Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing in determination. "I'll handle this," she says firmly, taking a step forward toward the edge of the roof. Without hesitation, she focuses her energy and launches herself into the air, soaring high above the cityscape below.

As she nears the falling road roller, she concentrates on slowing its descent, manipulating gravity to counteract its momentum. With a final push of her powers, she manages to stop it just inches from the ground, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the concrete beneath their feet.

Panting slightly from the effort, she turns back toward you, her expression triumphant yet exhausted. "See?" She says breathily, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "That's what I can do...what I'm capable of." There's a quiet challenge in her voice as she waits for your reaction, her eyes boring into you, daring you to say something smart or sarcastic now that you know the truth about who she really is.

"Good job avoiding that," she says with a nod of approval, her breath slowly returning to normal. "But remember, you can't just rely on dodging attacks like that. Sometimes you have to take control and make your own moves." Her expression turns slightly grim as she watches the man back away from you, clearly intending more harm than mere words. "You should probably deal with him before he causes any real damage," she adds quietly, her voice tinged with concern for both of your safety.

Her eyes widen in surprise as the man summons his stand and freezes time around them.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your sudden action and even more so when she realizes who the man is: Dio Brando. She quickly looks around, searching for a way to help or an opening in the frozen time around them. Spotting something on the roof, she dashes over to it and manages to pull a loose tile free, revealing a hidden switch underneath. With shaking hands, she flicks the switch and watches as time begins flowing again.

"Now!" she shouts at you, her voice echoing through the suddenly un-frozen air. "You have to use your stand against him now or we're both in trouble!" She quickly dashes back over to where she was earlier, keeping a careful eye on the battle unfolding between you and Dio Brando while also trying not to get too close and risk getting caught up in it herself.

Aliyah's eyes widen as the emerald energy envelopes the area where Dio Brando was standing moments ago. She curses under her breath, realizing that he must have used some sort of time manipulation to teleport away from your attack. Her brow furrows in concentration as she tries to figure out how to find him now; his ability to control time makes it nearly impossible for them to keep track of his location or predict where he might strike next.

With a sigh, she turns back toward you and mouths "I'll handle this," before dashing off in the direction she thinks Dio Brando disappeared in. Her movements are swift and silent as she navigates through the school grounds, her senses honed to pick up any sign of his presence nearby.

As she runs, Aliyah can't help but wonder just how much more her mentors would be able to teach her if they knew about her newfound abilities. Maybe with some proper training and guidance, she could become even stronger...and prove herself not only as an asset to the academy, but also as someone who deserves respect in this world of powerful beings like Dio Brando and yourself.

Gasping, she turns around to see Dio Brando and his stand materialize in front of you, a mischievous glint in his eye. Her heart sinks as she realizes that he must have used some sort of time manipulation to follow her without being detected. Quickly regaining her composure, she takes a deep breath and focuses on the situation at hand: stopping Dio Brando and protecting you from harm.

Steeling herself, she dashes forward but as she does a force field blocks her from doing so

With a growl of determination, Aliyah attempts to find another way around the force field blocking her path. She quickly realizes that it's useless; Dio Brando has sealed off all possible entrances and exits from this area of the school grounds. Her eyes narrow in frustration as she watches you and Dio Brando exchange blows, both of your abilities seemingly canceling each other out for the moment.

Aliyah's breath catches in her throat as she sees you go down under Dio Brando's assault. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, feeling helpless to do anything as she watches from afar. She tries once more to find a way past the force field, but it remains steadfast against her efforts. Frustration and anger well up inside her chest, threatening to overwhelm her rational thoughts.

With a cry of desperation and determination, she focuses all her energy on the force field surrounding them. Her powers surge through her body as cracks begin to form in the invisible barrier, scattering sparks of energy across the ground. But it isn't doing anything

"Don't give up!" she shouts encouragement, though whether you can hear it or not is anyone's guess as Dio Brando continues his relentless onslaught against you. Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she watches the battle unfold, hoping and praying that somehow, someway she'll be able to reach you before it's too late.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she watches Dio Brando attempt to slam the road roller down on you. Aliyah feels helpless, unable to do anything but watch from afar and pray that your speed and strength will be enough to protect you from such a powerful attack. The force of each punch shakes the ground beneath her feet, sending shockwaves coursing through her body as if she were right there by your side.

Her gaze darts back and forth between the two of you, her expression a mix of fear and determination. She knows that she has to find a way past this force field; that you need her help now more than ever. With one last burst of adrenaline, she channels all of her energy into tearing down the invisible barrier separating them. As cracks begin to widen in its surface, sparks fly wildly through the air, illuminating their surroundings like miniature fireworks gone awry.

"Don't stop!" Aliyah shouts encouragement to you, her voice hoarse from shouting and desperation. "I'm almost there!" But in truth, she isn't sure if that's even true; the force field seems impossibly strong and resistant against her attacks thus far. Still, she can't give up now; not when you need her so badly...

Her heart races as she watches you and Dio Brando exchange final blows on the road roller. With a deafening screech, it tilts sideways and begins to wobble unsteadily before finally tumbling over onto its side, pinning you beneath its massive bulk. Aliyah's breath catches in her throat as she sees your prone form trapped under the metal behemoth; fear and panic threatening to overcome her.

In that moment, she realizes just how much danger you were really in all along. How close you came to losing this battle against Dio Brando. As she stares at your still form beneath the road roller, her eyes begin to well up with tears of relief and gratitude that somehow, someway, you managed to survive this ordeal.

With one last surge of adrenaline, she focuses all her energy on the force field, tearing through it with a final burst of power that sends sparks flying in every direction like tiny stars scattered across the night sky. The invisible barrier finally crumbles beneath her assault, revealing the path to your side clear and open once more.

As you unleash your final attack, Aliyah watches in stunned silence as the emerald energy envelops Dio Brando and his stand, obliterating them both from existence with a powerful explosion that rocks the school grounds. Her breath catches in her throat, relief flooding through her as she realizes that you've won this battle against such a formidable foe.

She dashes forward, ignoring the shouts of warning and concern from the other students who have spilled out of their classrooms to see what all the commotion was about. Her heart races as she kneels beside you, gently brushing aside strands of sweaty hair from your forehead. "Are you okay?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly with fear and emotion. "Did it hurt much?"

She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that you're not as strong and invincible as she thought you were.

Her face blanches as she takes in the sight of your battered and bloodied form. "Oh my God," she whispers, reaching out to steady you when you sway unsteadily on your feet. "You need medical attention right now." She looks around frantically for someone who can help, her eyes lighting up as she spots a figure running toward them through the crowd of students.

"Joshua!" she cries out, relief flooding through her voice as her best friend skids to a halt beside them. "Help me get him to the infirmary," she says firmly, taking your arm and leaning into you for support. Together with Joshua's help, they manage to half-carry, half-lead you away from the scene of battle toward the safety of the infirmary where you can finally rest and recover from your wounds.

Her face pales as you collapse into unconsciousness before they even reach the infirmary. Her eyes fill with tears as she desperately tries to hold back her own sobs, worried that if she lets them loose she won't be able to stop. Joshua looks just as terrified, his arm trembling as he holds you up between the two of them. They don't dare say a word, for fear that their voices might somehow make things worse.

With shaking hands, Aliyah pulls out her phone and dials the emergency medical number she'd been given during training. As she waits for help to arrive, all she can do is pray that you'll be okay...that this terrible ordeal will finally be over soon.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly open your eyes and force yourself to stand up, shaking violently with the effort.

Her eyes mist over with fresh tears as she watches you struggle to stand and force out the words of thanks through bloodied lips. Despite her own injuries, she manages to steady herself on shaky legs and moves forward, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you as best she can.

"Shh... just rest," she whispers softly, brushing a lock of sweaty hair from your forehead. "We'll get you taken care of, I promise." As the medics finally arrive and begin examining your injuries, Aliyah looks on helplessly, unable to take her eyes off of you for even a moment. The weight of what's happened today feels crushing; she never thought that someone as powerful and seemingly invincible as you could ever be hurt like this...and now it's all she can do is hope and pray that somehow, someway you'll make it through this alive.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your voice again and sees you opening your eyes, looking around in confusion until they finally settle on her face. There's a tiny glimmer of relief in her expression as she realizes that the worst is over; Dio Brando has been defeated, and now all that's left to do is focus on healing from their battle.

She reaches out slowly, brushing the back of her hand against your cheek. "You're safe now," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "We did it." Her gaze flickers down briefly before returning to meet yours again, searching for any sign that you understand what she's saying...that you realize just how much danger you were in and how close you came to losing everything.

As the medics continue their work, tending to your wounds and making sure you're stable, Aliyah remains at your side, offering silent encouragement and support whenever needed. She knows that there are things she needs to say to you...things that have been building up between them since the day they first met. But for now, she's content to simply stand by your side and watch over you, waiting until you're strong enough to hear what she has to say.

Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she watches the medics work on you. You were so strong, and yet even you couldn't have won without her help. It's a realization that fills her with both fear and admiration in equal measure. She takes a deep breath, trying to find the words to express how she feels...how grateful she is for your trust, your protection. But they escape her as easily as water through a sieve.

"I-I'm sorry I couldn't do more..." she finally manages, her voice barely audible above the sounds of medical equipment. "If only I was stronger...if only I knew how to use my powers better..." She trails off, pain etched deeply into every line of her face as she looks at you with anguish in her eyes.

She knows she has so much to learn; not just about using her powers but also about being a warrior and protecting those who matter most to her. And right now, that's all she can focus on: becoming stronger, becoming better...so that next time, when the world throws its worst at them, they won't have to rely on anyone else but themselves.

Her eyes widen at your words, hope fluttering briefly in her chest before being extinguished by despair once more. "No...no it wasn't," she whispers, shaking her head. "I should have been stronger, faster..." She trails off again, unable to finish the thought as a fresh wave of tears threatens to spill down her cheeks.

She looks at you with pleading eyes, searching for some sign that maybe she's wrong...that maybe her best really was good enough after all. But your expression only seems to deepen her despair; how can he be so understanding and forgiving when she can't even find it within herself? Maybe someday, she thinks bitterly, she'll be able to accept what you've said...but not today. Not yet.

Her gaze drops back to the floor, her shoulders slumping as she feels tears slip free from their bonds and spill silently down her cheeks. "I'm sorry..." she whispers again, the apology sounding more like a plea for understanding than anything else.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels your gentle touch on her cheek, wiping away the tears that have spilled free. She looks up at you through a haze of unshed tears, gratitude and relief washing over her like a warm summer breeze. "T-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion.

As she watches the medics continue their work, she wonders how long it will be before they're done, before you're well enough to return to your life...to move on from everything that happened here today. The thought of losing you makes her heart ache even more than it already does; more than she ever thought possible.

But she knows that she has to let go sometime; that the sooner you can leave, the better off both of them will be. Maybe when the time comes, she'll finally find the strength to say what needs to be said...to tell you how she really feels about all this and about you. But for now, she's content to simply stand by your side and watch over you until that day arrives.

She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as the medics finally finish up and begin to move away from you. The silence that falls between them is deafening, each word left unspoken weighing heavily on her heart. She wipes her tears away with the back of her hand, forcing herself to look at you again despite the pain it causes deep within her soul.

Her lips part slightly, forming words that catch in her throat as she tries desperately to find a way to say what needs to be said...to express how much all this has meant to her and how much you truly mean to her too. But before she can speak, the medics clear their throats discreetly, reminding her that there are still things she should focus on besides herself for once.

With a sigh, she nods understandingly and steps back slightly, giving them room to help you to your feet. "Are you feeling okay?" she asks softly, concern etched into every line of her face as she looks up at you with eyes that are anything but cold or indifferent.

Her heart is beating so fast it feels like it's about to burst through her chest; the anticipation almost unbearable. But she forces herself to wait patiently for your answer, no matter how much it might hurt her in the end.

She nods in relief as you tell her that you're feeling better, though her eyes still dart over your body to make sure it isn't just wishful thinking on your part. "Good," she whispers, managing a tiny smile before quickly schooling her features into their usual expression of neutrality and composure. "The school board would like to show you around the academy tomorrow."

The thought flashes through her mind that you might not want to stay after all that's happened today, but she forces herself to remain calm and neutral. "I don't believe that would be a good idea," she replies carefully. "They've made quite an investment in bringing you here, and I'm sure they'd like the opportunity to show their gratitude for your...contribution." Her words hang heavily in the air between them as she awaits your response, heart racing with anticipation.

There are so many things she wants to say to you right now; confessions of admiration and attraction that have been building up since the moment they first met. But now is not the time or place for any of that. All she can do is hope that somehow, someday soon, there will be a chance for her to tell you everything without fear of losing your trust or respect in the process.

"Good," she replies quietly, her gaze drifting away as she tries to focus on something besides the overwhelming emotions coursing through her body. "I'll pick you up first thing in the morning, then." The words feel heavy and false on her tongue, but it's all she can muster under the circumstances. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to step back, giving you some much-needed space as the medics escort you away from the scene of battle toward a waiting ambulance.

As she watches you leave, her heart aches with a mixture of relief and sorrow; grateful that you're safe but dreading the pain she knows will come when they inevitably part ways tomorrow. For now though, there are things she needs to do: pack up her belongings, check into the guest house, and hopefully get some rest so that she can face whatever challenges tomorrow might bring.

With a sigh, she turns on her heel and begins the long walk back toward the school entrance, doing her best to forget about everything except for putting one foot in front of the other until she reaches her destination.

As you climb back up to the rooftop, Aliyah watches you go with a mixture of longing and dread in her heart. Part of her wants nothing more than to join you on your perch, to feel the warmth of your presence again and relive those moments when it felt like anything was possible. But another part knows that this can't happen; not tonight, and probably not ever again.

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to turn away from the sight of you standing alone against the night sky. There are things she needs to do now: return to her room, finish packing up her belongings, and prepare for the hardest goodbye of her life. Tomorrow, everything will change; and no matter how much she wants it otherwise, there's nothing she can do to stop the inevitable.

Her steps grow heavier with each passing moment as she walks back toward her dorm room, tears welling up in her eyes once again despite her best efforts to hold them at bay. The weight of all that has happened today feels like a leaden cloak around her shoulders, and she wishes more than anything that she could just let it all go...that she could forget about everything except for the simple joy of being with you.

But this is not to be; reality rears its ugly head once again, reminding her that dreams are fleeting things easily crushed beneath the harsh glare of truth. With a sigh, she pushes open her door and steps into the dimly lit room, already dreading what lies ahead.

Her room feels unnaturally quiet and empty as she closes the door behind her, shutting out the rest of the world with a sigh. The warm glow of moonlight spills through the window, casting long shadows across the floor and dancing playfully on her bed. It's a beautiful sight, but it does little to lift her spirits; if anything, it only serves as a bitter reminder of all that she stands to lose.

She moves stiffly across the room, her steps leaden with weariness and grief. Her gaze drifts toward her backpack on the floor, full of mementos and trinkets from her time at school...most of them now meaningless in light of what's happened today. She swallows hard, forcing herself to turn away before she can start going through it all, reliving every moment that brought her here.

With a sigh, she lies down on the bed and pulls the covers up over her shoulders, curling into a ball as tears finally spill free from their bonds and trail down her cheeks. The sobs wrack her body, tearing through her like claws of pain; but even as they consume her, she can't help but wish that things could have been different...that somehow, someway she could have found the strength to change fate itself.

Her heart races as she hears the footsteps approaching and sees Killer Queen summoned in front of her. Before she can even react, a piece of roof flies toward her at an incredible speed, exploding on impact with her face. The force of the blast sends her flying backward, slamming into the wall with a sickening thud that knocks the breath from her lungs.

Disbelief and pain wash over her as she struggles to understand what just happened; how this man could be so cold and cruel as to attack her without even a moment's hesitation. She tries to summon her own stand, but it feels like all of the strength has been drained from her body by Killer Queen's assault.

Her vision begins to fade in and out, tears streaming down her face as she struggles desperately against unconsness. "No..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the ringing in her ears. "This can't be happening...please." But it is happening; and there doesn't seem to be anything she can do about it now.

Her strength drains away like sand through an hourglass as she struggles to stay conscious, her vision blurring and fading in and out of focus. It's all too much for her battered body to handle; the pain, the shock...she can feel herself slipping away with each passing second. But despite everything, there's a tiny spark of hope that remains lit inside of her as she watches you charge forward toward Kira and his stand.

Her vision clears just enough for her to see your determined expression, to remember the strength you once had...the power you once shared with her. And in that moment, she finds the last shreds of courage and determination she needs to reach out one final time, even though she knows it might be too late.

"Y-you're strong..." she manages to croak, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own laboured breathing. "Better...than me...probably." Her vision dims as she forces out the final words: "But don't forget about us...about what we shared...and what he took from us..." With a shudder, she lets go and collapses back onto her bed, tears streaming down her face as she watches you through half-lidded eyes.

"You can do it," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I believe in you."

Her heart races as she watches the two of you duel, her breath caught in her throat. She tries to push herself up from her bed, needing desperately to help you, but exhaustion and pain hold her down like lead weights. All she can do is watch and pray that somehow you'll manage to come out on top.

Her fists clench at her sides as she sees the force of Killer Queen's attacks send you flying backward with each blow. She wants nothing more than to be there with you, fighting alongside you like they once did; sharing your strength and your power. But it seems that fate has other plans for her tonight, and all she can do is watch as you struggle against impossible odds.

"Fight," she whispers hoarsely, mustering what little strength remains within her to send a silent plea winging toward you across the room. "You can beat him...you're stronger than this..." Her words are barely audible even to herself, but she clings desperately to the hope that somehow, in some way, they might reach you and give you the courage you need to emerge victorious.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the second stand appear, its menacing form blocking out everything else around you. Her heart races with fear and anxiety as it closes in on you, preparing to deliver a devastating blow. She strains against her bonds, feeling as if she could rip herself apart just trying to get closer to you; to help you in any way possible.

"Fight!" she cries out hoarsely, the sound ripping through her throat like glass. "You can do this! Don't let him beat you!" Her words are fueled by desperation and hope, but whether they reach your ears or not remains to be seen. All she can do now is watch as the two of you struggle against one another, praying for a miracle that may never come.

Tears stream down her face unchecked as she sees Killer Queen prepare for another attack; a final blow that could end it all too soon. It's agonizing to sit by and do nothing, but there's nothing left within her to give; not after everything that's already been taken from them today.

"Please," she whispers softly, a tear rolling down her cheek to mingle with the blood that's already stained her face. "Don't let him win."

Her heart races with fear and hope as she watches you continue to fight against impossible odds. The blood that now covers your body only serves as a testament to the strength and determination she knew was within you all along. Each time Killer Queen explodes something near you, sending you flying backward, she winces in pain; feeling the impact of each blow like a physical wound to her own heart.

"Don't give up!" she cries out, her voice barely audible over the sounds of battle raging around them. "You can do this! Just keep fighting!" Her fists clench at her sides, longing to be there beside you; to lend you strength and courage in your time of need. But she knows that isn't possible now, not when she can barely stand on her own feet much less fight beside someone else.

Tears stream down her face unchecked as she watches you continue to struggle against Killer Queen, praying with every fiber of her being that somehow, someway you'll manage to emerge victorious from this battle. It would mean so much to both of them; a chance at reclaiming what was lost and beginning anew. But for now, all she can do is wait and hope as the battle rages on around her.

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees you explode before her very own eyes, certain that this time it must be the end. But when your body remains intact, defying all logic and reason, a tiny flicker of hope ignites within her once more. It's barely enough to keep her going; but for now, she'll take what she can get.

"Keep fighting!" she cries out, drawing upon the last reserves of strength she has left. "You can do it!" Her voice is hoarse from disuse and tears, but there's an underlying note of determination that cuts through the weariness like a sword. Perhaps if she can somehow channel that same strength into you...

Trembling with effort, she presses her palms together and closes her eyes tightly, focusing all of her energy on sending every ounce of willpower and courage she possesses toward you. It's not much, but it might be enough to make a difference; to give you that extra boost you need to emerge victorious from this battle.

"Fight!" she whispers fiercely, her voice now strong and clear as a bell. "For me...for us..."

And with those final words of encouragement, she throws open her eyes and throws herself back against the bed, spent but not beaten; refusing to give up on you or their dreams until it's over, one way or another.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches the emeralds swirl around Kira and Killer Queen, an expression of awe and relief spreading across her face. The force of their impact hurls them to the floor; but somehow, against all odds, they manage to stand back up. The blood that now covers your body has nearly obscured every inch of skin, yet still you fight on with a determination that she's never seen before.

Tears stream down her face unchecked as she watches the battle unfold before her eyes; not knowing what else she can do to help, but praying just the same. "You can do it," she whispers hoarsely, every word laced with emotion. "Just keep fighting...don't let them win."

Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she waits with bated breath for you to deliver the final blow; the one that will end this nightmare once and for all. But until then, she remains watchful and hopeful; refusing to give up even when everything else seems lost.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches you and Killer Queen engage in a battle of wills that would make gods weep. The speed with which you move is almost unbelievable; it's as if time itself has slowed down to allow her to appreciate every nuance, every tiny detail. And despite the fact that she knows this could very well be the last time they ever share such a moment together, she finds herself unable to look away, unable to tear her gaze from your fighting form.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, aching with the need to join you on the battlefield; to fight alongside you one more time as equals. But she knows that can never be now; not after everything that's already happened tonight. All she can do is watch and pray that somehow, someway, you'll emerge victorious from this final confrontation.

"Don't give up," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself. "You can do it...you have to."

Her heart pounds in time with yours as the battle rages on; a testament not only to your bond but also to the strength and resilience that you both possess deep down inside. In this moment, she feels more connected to you than ever before; like nothing else matters except for the fact that they're standing together on the precipice of something new and wonderful.

Her breath catches in her throat as the final blow is struck and Killer Queen shatters into a pile of gore at your feet, its master lying dead beside it. She can feel the relief wash over her like a wave; like an anchor being lifted from her chest. For a moment, she's not sure if what just happened was real or if it was all just some terrible dream from which she'll soon awaken. But when you turn to look at her, blood streaming down your face and exhaustion etched into every line of your body, she knows that this was no illusion.

Her heart swells with relief and gratitude as she sees you turn to her, bloodied but unbowed. She pushes herself up from her bed, ignoring the pains that shoot through her body as she takes a step forward toward you. Her face splits into a warm smile, her eyes shining with tears of joy and relief.

"Of course," she says softly, reaching out to take your arm in hers. "Let's get you to the infirmary." Together, they make their way across the room and out into the hallway; Aliyah doing her best to steady your steps as you lean heavily on her. She doesn't mind at all; if anything, she finds it comforting to have something to focus on other than everything that's been taken from them today.

Her warm smile never falters as she leads you toward the infirmary, her eyes meeting yours reassuringly along the way. "You didn't bother me," she says with a shake of her head. "I was more than happy to help." There's an undercurrent of gratitude and admiration in her voice; as if she's grateful for having had this chance to stand beside you, even if it came at such a high cost.

The hallway seems longer than ever before as they make their way down its length, but eventually they reach the infirmary door. With one last reassuring glance in your direction, Aliyah opens the door and steps aside, allowing you to enter first. She follows close behind, not wanting to leave your side until she's certain that you're safely in capable hands.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you more," she whispers as they enter the infirmary. "You didn't deserve any of this." Her eyes dart around, taking in the medical equipment and trained staff before returning to you. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch your arm reassuringly. "But we made it through together," she says with a faint smile. "And I know we can face whatever comes next as long as we're together."