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closed johnny storm aka the human torch for hqacademia // written by sofia

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Bennett forced himself to keep his head down, hoping that would suffice in his attempt to avoid trouble. The one thing he hadn’t anticipated when it came to attending a school full of people with abilities was the fact that the students were far more likely to throw fireballs when they were bored, and not the standard paper aeroplanes. Fireballs that he knew could potentially trigger him if he came into contact with them. He hadn’t spent the better part of his life learning how to control his anger and avoid triggering his mutation, only for some idiot who was too lazy to learn to do it for him in a classroom. It seemed as though Johnny Storm may have had enough of the chaos too because he was quickly wrapping up the lesson and sending people on their way. Gathering his notes, he hovered by his desk until the room was empty, hesitantly approaching his new teacher with an awkward smile. “Oh- it’s not about the class.” He hurried to assure him. “I mean- it is a little, but it’s about me too- I just-” He stopped himself, taking a breath as he thought on how best to word what he wanted to say. “Do you maybe have a second? I swear it won’t take long…”

letting out a massive sigh, johnny sat down as soon as he could hear / feel everyone in the class leaving. it didn’t happen much and it didn’t happen often but he could feel his self confidence plummeting bit by bit. when he walked in, he thought it would be a breeze. he even introduced himself to the class as “johnny” instead of “mr. storm”. he even said that the class wouldn’t give too many essays ( what essays could you even write about power control anyways ? seemed a bit pointless ). but even then , the kids still misbehaved. the odd plasma ball here , the odd joke there were fine. but when it was time to learn it was time to learn. the blonde didn’t even realise how deep in his thoughts he was until he heard a student talking. “oh bennett right ? yeah of course. i’ve got a second maybe more. anything wrong ?” going through the class files seemed like a good idea. just so he could put names to faces as well as have a rough idea of what and who he was dealing with. “you mind if we walk and talk ? i haven’t eaten and i’m starving ? but we can stay here if you’ve got another class or something ?”

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janexfosterxhqa·.

Jane’s eyebrows rose as students began hurrying out of one of the classrooms.  She could hear some of them laughing about some kind of ‘accident’ while others made comments on their instructor’s apparent irritation.  Most of them just hurried away.  Pursing her lips, Jane considered for a moment as she eyed the classroom.  That was Johnny Storm’s class … and he was probably fine.  Plus, she did have some reports from New Mexico to review.  

Then she sighed. “Damn it,” she muttered, almost hearing her conscience pricking at her.  (And why it sounded like some mix of Erik and Darcy, she couldn’t have said.)  Still, she made her way to the door.  “Well, I guess you’re okay then,” she replied, a hint of sarcasm in her words as she leaned against the door jamb.

johnny was used to people not listening to him. being the youngest member of the ff and their ( literally ) most hot-headed person, he was used to not thinking and just doing. but he didn’t appreciate these... kids just acting out. guess he was getting a taste of his own medicine now that he was a teacher and was responsible for the learning of these kids. still. it wasn’t the best experience. he was in his thoughts for a minute before realising a colleague was at the door. 

he just gave a thumbs up. “yup yup. barely alive is how i like to live. plus who needs their hair or you know, face to stay intact ?” at this point he was half joking and half serious. “but in all honesty, i think i’ll live. thanks for checking in on me. and the class.”

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soledcd·.

sol had just finished taking a shower when she heard footsteps, but ignored them as she was almost sure the other had only been passing by until she heard a voice and was immediately startled by it. “haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” @academiastarters·

johnny screamed. “ah i’m sorry! i’m so sorry!” and he immediately covered his eyes once he realised what/who he walked in on. “i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry!” it was all he could keep repeating because he was absolutely mortified at the situation he had walked in on.

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☆*: .｡. TONY STARK

“I was actually wondering if I should offer to help you flame-proof the room,” Tony said. He’d been walking past the classroom when the explosion(?) blast(?) random combustion(?) had happened, and had poked his head in to make sure that everything was fine. “I kinda expected you to be throwing the fireballs, not the kids, but I guess I guessed wrong.”

Wandering all the way into the classroom, he leaned against the desk. “So … how’s the first week of classes going? Thanks for doing this, by the way.” He smirked. “Your classes seem fun, pretty sure the students are enjoying them.”

johnny rolled his eyes but it was more out of playfulness rather than pure annoyance. “yeah yeah blame the human torch. i’m used to it at this point. and as for the fireproofing, by all means go ahead.” the blonde opened his mouth to retort back but he just closed it soon after and pointed towards tony. “you know what? you’ve... got a something that might resemble a point.” he shook his head and sighed as he looked down on his desk of paperwork. “it’s going better than i thought it was. and no problem. it’s my pleasure actually.” he scoffed. “you only say that because you’re not here. some of them can be a little too trigger happy with their powers. i’m all for a good laugh but not at my expense.”

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@academiastarters​

“and today, to finish off we’re going to learn more about your inner -” but before johnny could finish off he was cut off by someone hurling some sort of power/energy/flame thing. “hey! can we please watch we’re aiming?!” he was lucky he ducked just in time. a second later or two centimetres to the right and he would be sitting in an infirmary office. “now where were we?” he sighed and then looked at the clock. “you know what? all of you can just get out. we’ll pick up on friday. or next week. just depends how you all behave.” he continued to look down at his files and didn’t even see the person approaching him. “if you have questions about the class, drop me an email. anything else and you can call the fantastic four’s PR rep or something.”

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joerogersbarnes·.

it was a little more intimidating to keep going now that there was somebody else in the room as joe was constantly aware of him, but turned to see the man wasn’t even looking. perfect. he flexed his taped up hands and turned back to his punching bag for another short spurt. there was plenty of other equipment around, but joe was a little afraid to use it. he’d attempted the treadmill when he walked in, but he couldn’t figure out how to get it faster than a stroll but slower than a sprint. it was a mess actually. “thanks,” he grunted out when he finally stepped away from the bag, only realizing at that moment that he hadn’t said anything to the other man, “yeah, I suppose it is.” joe gazed around the room again with a little shrug. “everything is huge here.”

“you’re welcome” johnny just shrugged as he looked down at the controls of the treadmill and worked on starting it up. he had never used that model before but when it comes treadmills, it’s more of case of once you’ve used one, you’ve used them all. “honestly? you get used to it.” he sighed as he looked around. he was used to big spaces. far bigger spaces. but he realised that not everyone travelled to the level he had. not everyone had the same adventures he had. so even a room like the gym would seem big. "there are bigger spaces out there kid. believe me. once you’ve seen those, this place will look like like a a gym locker.” he let out a wry laugh and stepped off the treadmill. “name’s johnny. johnny storm.” and he put his right hand out

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☆*: .｡. MAE PARKER

was she frustrated, or was she frustrated? 

trudging out of the first espionage class where she’d been eager to give professor romanoff a good impression (come on, who wouldn’t?), mae had instead managed to bomb the practical section of the class completely when her blitzy spiderpowers had decided to act up, causing her to stick to a wall then overbalance, toppling right out from behind the stack of crates she’d been hiding behind. honestly, it was like, the worst thing, considering that the exercise had been a walk in the park up to that point. 

finding a quiet section of the school, she thumped a fist against the wall and sighed, before realizing that she wasn’t alone. (damn spider senses – they never worked when she needed them to). “sorry,” she said, trying to hold back the stress in her voice. “just having a bit of a rough start to the day.”

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johnny had some time between his classes. so far it wasn’t too bad. power control was going well. some of the kids were rookies and could probably burn this place down by sneezing - they were that powerful, had a lack of control or both. some were great. and some seemed to be better than he was. and then came mechanics. that was worse. he immediately felt out of his league. johnny thought he could coast through after working with reed and doing his own car repairs but nope. they were all freaky little geniuses. now he was wondering if he could drop the class. 

he was interrupted by his thoughts by a loud thump. “aren’t we all.” the hero gave her a wry smile “do you wanna talk about it? talking helps. sometimes.”

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joerogersbarnes·.

Joe had been spending a lot of time in the training gym ever since classes had started. It was weird to be in his dorm around a couple and he wasn’t comfortable wandering around. Honestly, the only thing that felt right to him was moving. He had never realized just how much he didn’t like to stand still and how alert he was when he had to be, or even when he didn’t have to be. It was how Joseph recognized that somebody had entered the same room he was in. The male didn’t bother checking to see who it was, he’d know if they tried to attack him for some reason, but he grunted out, “I’ll be done in a minute,” assuming they wanted to use the room. A minute later, he set down the fake knife he had been messing with and grabbed a towel to wipe his face. “Sorry bout that, didn’t mean to hog the room.” @hqacademia·

now after being a member of he FF for a decade, johnny had seen a lot but this whole school/academy thing was a new thing. but it was here. and they were there. so the best thing for everyone was to get used to it. hopefully johnny wouldn’t be too alone for now. but for the meantime, he decided to go to the gym. the gym was pretty empty except for one other. looked like a student. but then again so did he. “take your time.” johnny called out “not in any rush” and now he wasn’t even looking at the kid, instead preferring his phone. after a few minutes he looked up, having put his towel and the rest of his stuff near the treadmill. “you’re not hogging anything. the room’s big enough for both of us to be comfortable.”

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irxnrosa·.

@hqacademia·

“Hmm?” Pepper had been pulled from her own thoughts by the sound of the other’s voice, her red-colored lips parting in momentary confusion. She had essays in front of her that she wasn’t grading, one well-manicured hand resting against her cheek with the other grasped loosely at a pen. “I’m sorry, can I help you with something?” 

johnny gave a small shrug and raised an hand. “not a student if that’s who you thought i was.” he took a step forward and leaned against the doorframe. “i’m just checking in on everybody. seeing how they’re doing. seeing how they’re used to it.” he glanced down at her desk “if you’re busy i can come back later?”

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BASICS FOR CHARACTER:

name: jonathan lowell spencer “johnny” storm alias: the human torch age: 26 face claim: dacre montgomery pronouns: he/him/his if they are an adult/parent: do they teach at the school, and what do they teach?: he does in fact teach and he teaches mechanics and power control

BACKGROUND:

biography:

okay so johnny was born to franklin and mary storm. he was their only son and their younger child ( oldest was susan aka sue aka invisble woman )

him and his sister lived chill lives until around 16 when he went on spaceship with his sister, his sister’s boyfriend aka reed richards and his sister’s boyfriend’s best friend benjamin “ben” grimm

then they got exposed to cosmic rays and they all got powers. johnny got the power to fly, become fire and throw fireballs etc etc

i won’t do too much on ff history because i don’t want to godmod so i’ll wait to hash out the finer details

johnny is pretty fun guy. doesn’t take himself too seriously. doesn’t take life too seriously

so if you want a teacher for a good time call him

but he also takes his classes really seriously. so only joke when he wants to. if you want to joke when he doesn’t you’re in trouble.

he’s a very talented mechanic. it’s comic canon that the guy loves cars and he fixes them too. hence why he teaches mechanics. he’s not tony/bruce/reed level smart but he’s a lot smarter than people think he is.

he’s not some dumb blonde!

he also teaches power control. only basic level because that’s all he trusts himself with it.

this is very basic i swear johnny is much better than this. feel free to hmu for more info

powers and abilities: so his main power is pyrokinsesis and pyrogenesis. now that is the power to control fire and the ability to transform some or his whole body on fire. he can sometimes get as hot as the sun but that requires a lot of concentration and he’ll need to rest for a week. this is called the nova flame. he can also fly and also use fire to throw fireballs etc to cause damage. i also mentioned him being a talented mechanic. he’s also got experience in race car driving.

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