Kazama Hoshiko

Hoshiko bounced around the small space of her grandmother's apartment, unable to keep her energy in. "Today's the day, today's the day, today's the daaaay, I can't believe it! I've been waiting for so long, and now it's finally, finally todaaaaaaaay!"

"I'm so glad you're so excited to leave me. You know, in my day we would at least pretend to regret leaving our elders." Hoshiko's great aunt Hekima clicked her tongue in mock disappointment. Hoshiko blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, and then jumped forward to wrap Hekima in a tight hug.

"I'm going to miss you so, so much, auntie. I love you."

"Yes, yes." Hekima patted her on the back. "You had better get moving, though. Won't look good if you're late on your first day."

"What— huh?" Hoshiko's eyes bugged at the clock. "That late already!?? Goodbye, Auntie, I've gotta go!"

"Wait!" Hekima called as Hoshiko ran off. "You didn't even eat breakfast!" She swept her hand toward the table of food piled up for a usually ravenous child. "I didn't make this all for nothing!"

Hoshiko snatched some toast off the table and stuffed it in her backpack as she ran past. "Sorry, I'll eat on the way! See you, Auntie! Bye!"

She tore off down the apartment stairs and outside, spinning as she ran out into a light rain. The water sank into her skin, enriching it's faint green tint and making it look shinier and more rubbery, and she laughed. Rain — she loved the rain! Especially with the morning sun peaking through, turning each falling drop into a crystal with a rainbow inside. She splashed from puddle to puddle as she ran, more pumped than ever. Rain was a good omen for this new chapter of her life. Everything was going to be great!

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"Ack, uck!" Hoshiko skidded to a stop near the school entrance off to the side of the main walkway and hacked, clutching her chest. "Running with toast —in your mouth — not — fun," she gasped in between wheezes. "Totally not a good way to catch up on breakfast. You need to be able to breathe. You definitely need to be able to breathe when running. Haaah…."After a few more hacks and some smacks to her chest to clear anything else up, she sprung back upright in an energetic recovery, fist clenched in front of her in eagerness as she whirled on her heel to properly face the school. "All right! Day one, Taiyou here I come! Oh yeah! I am so pumped!" She jumped in place and punched her fists in the air.

Taiyou loomed above her, glistening in all its glory in the morning sunshower. The light rain freshened the air, filling it with the sense of cleansing and new beginnings. Hoshiko sucked in a heavy breath and let it out, before posing again with determination. Today's the day my hero journey begins.

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Their teacher was BEAUTIFUL! Hoshiko sat at her seat in the second row, swinging her legs just a little, and admired the woman, Hasami Enkei, as she spoke. She had the kind of warm, open smile that wrapped round your heart like a hug, with big purple eyes that looked so much like Sai's. Enraptured by excitement and the novelty, Hoshiko committed everything she could to memory to describe to her great aunt and little brothers later. The twins would love the large butterfly hair piece Enkei wore, and, as the monitor flicked on and revealed their headmaster, Watanebe Natusumi, Hoshiko knew they would love her as well. Her monochrome color scheme and tone made her look tough, the kind of person you wouldn't want to mess with, though she looked small, almost like a child herself. Could a kid really be headmaster of the school? Hoshiko would have to find out later.

The headmaster started by listing the rules (which tended to go in one ear and out the other with Hoshiko), and then got to the very interesting part: missions. Tasks and challenges. A chance for friendly competition. Hoshiko was practically buzzing with excitement and impatience.

At last the headmaster's talk was finished, and, since it took so long, their teacher allowed them to spend their time in introductions. Hoshiko leapt up immediately, smile bright and wide and arm raised in an energetic wave to the whole room as she scanned for someone to talk to.

So it begins today. Jin-Woo stood before he mirror in his own room on the opposite wall of the door, his bed to his left, and the rest of the room to the right. It was larger than most rooms, as expected of the wealthy, with a desk and personal computer even, in case he would need to complete any business transactions or scheduling that his father wished. But that was over now, it was his last day of work for the Un-Sung Hero company, and his first day of learning what a true Hero was. A slight tug on his collar to get it set perfect, both thumbs pulled on the suspenders connected to the front and back of his pants to make sure they were of a proper snugness, and a finally preliminary check of his dress shirt ensured that it was tucked within his pants. Pulling the jacket down from the side of the mirror, he would slide his arms through the sleeves, shrugging into the jacket much like his own father would do, and then he would turn on his heel to his right. He was ready for the day. There was only one final obstacle between himself and a higher calling. The Sung Family First Day obligations.

Opening the door to his room, he would be immediately accosted by a man dressed in traditional butler attire, a tray in his white gloved right hand, with a half dome covering over it no doubt containing his breakfast. Of course, he could not eat it yet, as he would have to accompany Sangi to the dining area to enjoy a wonderful breakfast with his parents. Well, to be fair, they were rather quite enjoyable, and his parents never neglected him in the least, he just did not agree with their policies where this company was concerned. That would change when he inherited it from his father, but that was a long way off. Sung Bak, his father, was a powerfully built man who resembled Jin-Woo perfectly, except that he was the older and much more muscular version with long black hair and a beard, under the name Atlas as his moniker. His mother was Sung Bai-Li, a beautiful woman with sandy brown hair and light brown eyes, but she had no moniker as she had never been in the line of work that sent her out into the field. Of all the area in their home, the dining area was the most humble, small with a cozy table so that they could sit together as a family. Jin-Woo took his place to the right.

“Good morning, my son,” Bak would begin, even his voice was powerful, a contrast to Jin’s rich and slightly deep voice, “Glad you could grace us with your glowing presence!” Bai-Li slapped Bak’s arm, offering him a quick glare, before turning a dazzling motherly smile upon Jin. “I’m so excited for your first day, Jin!” Butler Sangi set the tray down and displayed the contents, a healthy breakfast of meat, fruit, eggs, and rice. “Indeed,” Jin began, looking over to his mother, adjusting the coat of his winter uniform with both hands, “and according to the seating arrangement, they’ve set me up front. Maybe to keep an eye on me.” Seems he was a little grumpy this morning. “I wouldn’t worry about that too much, Son,” Bak would say, “just be yourself and they’ll see you for your worth. Now eat up, you’ll need your strength! It’s a whole school of kids with quirks as well!”

[At the School]

The company car would pull up to the front gate, the sun finally out but a light drizzle still being prevalent, the wipers doing their best to combat the gathering moisture. Jin stepped from the car underneath and umbrella that was held by the driver, but Jin waved the man off, as a little bit of water would not be a bother at all. The water kept from touching him, seemingly suspended in midair, as he walked toward the building to make it to his classroom. This was Taiyou Academy, a home for budding heroes, and he would join their ranks. It did not take him long to find the classroom for Class 32, opening the door and stepping within. As a habit, he would adjust his top, the brush off his shoulder with two quick swipes, and then made his way to his seat. Front and center, it was going to be a year of hard work for him. Several others had beat him there, but he had beaten the teacher, which was all that truly mattered. Soon the class was filled, and the announcements were completed, dictating the rules of the school, the tasks they would have eventually, and the overall will of the administration. It was a lot different from Un-Sung Heroes.

Hasami gave them the rundown and then showed her lack of preparation completely, leaving them to their own devices instead of having something planned, which was just as well. He turned to his left and then his right, looking at those who would be sharing the front row with him. A girl with white hair and green eyes, he had seen that much when she looked around, but now she was looking at another…male? Female? With very colorful hair. On the right there were two more, a boy with brownish hair that looked…catlike with quite a bit of size to him, and a tall girl with blond hair and a red highlight. A look behind him showed a myriad of unique individuals, both male and female, with many varying looks. Yes, it was going to be a busy year for sure with this much uniqueness. He would stand and turn to the class.

“Good morning Class 32,” he would announce, offering a formal bow to them and then rising, “I am Sung Jin-Woo. Pleased to meet each of you. My quirk is known as Gravity and I am happy to be working with each of you!” He would offer them a winning smile and a wave as well, like others had been doing. It was important for him to offer an air of lightheartedness and work to rid himself early of the poor reputation of the Sung Family.

The soft sound of rain gently tapping it's fingers on the window to On Ji's bedroom gently made the girl sit up in bed and stare for a few moments, bleary eyed and yawning. "It's raining.." She'd rise from her bed and neatly pull the covers back over the bed where she had just been laying and carefully tiptoed over to the window to watch the slivers of water gently trail down the class pane and pool amongst the small ledge jutting out from the edge of the window.

A small tapping on her bedroom door caught the messy haired girl's attention as she turned to see her aunt gently glide through the door, holding a tray with two cups of tea with steam still unfurling from the glistening liquid inside. "I brought morning tea~!" Her aunt would beam at her as On Ji walked over and carefully grab the warm mug by it's handle. "It's raining." On Ji would repeat, only this time it was to her aunt, as she motioned with her curly head to the droplets racing down her window.
"Oh! That's a sign of good luck, y'know," Her aunt winked at her and she blew the steam away from her own mug and took a few small sips to check the tea's temperature. On Ji would smile and look into her own mug, taking a few small sips herself, feeling the warm liquid run down her throat and trickle into tummy with the warmth following the liquid.

The two would silently sip their tea together, no words needing to be exchanged for them to quietly bond and have their own psychological conversation by observing the other's actions.
"So you're nervous about your first day?" Her aunt casually mumbled, breaking the silence with a question as though she were continuing a conversation they had already been having. "No... and yes," On Ji sighed heavily and looked at her aunt with wide eyes, "I just thought that maybe... I dunno it'll be weird waking up in dorms every morning... I mean- Am I really going to have to make my own tea every morning? I never steep it long enough." On Ji looked down at the warm liquid already in her cup and shook her head. There was something else eating at her, yet she struggled to say it.
"You wish your brother was here too... I'm..." Her aunt would stop and sigh, closing her eyes and shaking her head, "I wish Saro was here too." On Ji would stay silent, and stare out the window, her mind wandering as she finished her tea. 'To new beginnings..' she'd silently muse to herself, 'on my own'.

On Ji would nervously slide into her seat in her class, staring up to the head of the classroom with wide eyes. She'd watch her teacher as she spoke, silently admiring her beauty while also allowing her dark eyes to flick around her classroom to watch the other students sitting around her. Most of the people in front of her were just an abundance of heads ranging in appearances and On Ji was too shy to turn her head over so slightly to glance at the person sitting next to her. Keeping her face trained to the front, On Ji listened to the headmaster, who now had taken the floor, and carefully nodded to her words. Once both adults had finished speaking, a boy in the way front stood and greeted the class before stating his quirk. 'His quirk sounds cool..' she thought to herself and raised her eyebrows, a frown still ingrained in her face. This... might be an interesting day after all.

Horiuchi Tsukino

Tsukino stretched and sighed, sitting up as the first gray light of dawn slipped in through the slats of her haunt. She'd foregone the final night with her parents, preferring instead to tell them she'd be at school and to squat in the slums like usual. It was more of a home than anywhere else, filled with familiar sights and sounds and the sting of what once was, and a part of her would ache for it when she left. By the time she could come back to stay, this place would probably be torn down.

She pushed herself up on tip toes and walked on cat feet to the open window, careful of the weak, creaking boards beneath her. She stuck her head out, face upturned in the light drizzle, and let herself breathe for a few minutes. Today was the start of her new life. A life of toeing the line, of becoming a meek little girl who did what she was told and walked the rose-tinted path to heroism.

Her stomach twisted, and she shook her head to clear the frustration fizzing there. This was unpleasant, but important. She needed this new start, because if she didn't take it…

Outside, the tight clusters of old, overcrowded buildings turned to smoking ruins before her mind's eye, filled with cries and a horrible stench. She breathed sharply and snapped her eyes shut. Her fingers dug into the windowsill and cracked the delicate wood.

She was taking this chance. She'd keep her mouth shut and her head down, and play them while playing their little game until she learned control. She could do this. She would do this. And when it was over, she would be stronger. Better. (Safer.)

She opened her eyes again, and the buildings sat as they always did, a fire hazard but flameless still. Tsukino turned and swiped the pile of clothes she'd left out last night before shrugging off her old clothes and pulling on the new, uncomfortable uniform. Before she would fight against having to wear one of these, but for now she sucked it up and dealt with it. The long sleeves of the white shirt and the black leggings beneath her skirt covered her well enough, so she could handle it. They'd only have a brawl on their hands if they tried to make her show more skin.

She grabbed her backpack, swung it on, and then hoicked first one leg and then the other over the windowsill before climbing down.
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The fancy school still cowed a small, weak part of Tsukino as she walked through it. She'd been to the dorms already to set up her room, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't belong here, not with its shiny floors and wide windows and overall feel of wealth, structure, and education. Her old school had nothing on this— an underfunded, squatty, dim place, it had practically encouraged skipping. She was one of a dozen other delinquents in a crowd too big for the staff to bother with much managing. Here she didn't know the cliques, the expectations, the reach and danger of the staff. Here she didn't have the advantage of being the one with a quirk able to beat off any stuck-up punks.

She didn't like it.

She was one of the first to file in, dropping into her designated seat with a careless flounce. She was, naturally, stuck right smack in the middle, away from the doors, away from the windows. If someone decided to go off or something, she'd have to vault over several seats or use her quirk immediately. Wonderful.

The feeling of being on edge only doubled, but Tsukino refused to show it. Arm slung over the back of her chair, she leaned back and watched with practiced disinterest as other people entered, before fixing her attention on the teacher.

She looked… overly cheerful. Bright, decked up in butterflies like she taught kindergarten rather than prepared kids for a potentially deadly and destructive career. But years dealing with sketchy people had taught Tsukino to always be on her guard, and to read into people, and something in the woman's eyes put her on edge. Maybe it was just her natural dislike of authority and adults in general, but a warning bell rang in Tsukino's mind. Don't underestimate this woman. She's more than she seems.

Before the teacher could say much, however, the monitor at the front of the room switched on to reveal their headmaster, who was… a child. She literally looked like a child. A color-drained, monochrome child. She had a voice as bland as her color scheme as she listed out the rules, and then the more interesting point of weekly challenges. Though its "want to encourage school spirit, friendly competition, and the strengthening of bonds between aspiring heroes" was a gag-worthy aspiration, they might prove an interesting and enlightening experience. A little competition wouldn't hurt, would it?

After the headmaster's lengthy speech and an awkward pause before the monitor shut off, only fifteen minutes of homeroom were left, so the teacher gave them the best possible assignment: introductions. Tsukino glanced at the students on either side— a short, pink haired girl and a girl with dark hair— before looking down at her desk. She didn't do introductions. On the one hand, she could use the opportunity to glean info on who was next to her, gauge threat levels, try to spot weaknesses. On the other… that would mean initiating contact. Which she did not want to do.

One kid a row above her and to her right jumped up with an overexcited wave. A second cheerfully introduced herself as Aikawa Kaiyo further up. Another, a boy at the front middle, stood from his desk with a formal introduction complete with a bow. Rich kid, she'd bet. He looked it.

Tsukino crossed her arms and hunched over her desk, still considering. She wasn't jumping up with a foolish grin or fancy airs, but what was she supposed to do? Take the plunge, apparently.

"Since we're gonna be stuck next to each other, I suppose I should introduce myself,"she said. A half-truth: an introduction could pave the way to learning more about the potential threats on either side. The slight rasp of her ashy voice itched on her nerves, but she continued, leaning back and glancing more openly at both girls to either side. "Name's Horiuchi Tsukino."


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Ryu had one last night at his parent's home. Knowing very well he wouldn't be coming back just because he was going to be very focused on becoming a Hero with his quirk. The day he saved someone was the day he determined he could save anyone with a quirk like his own. He got hurt and scarred over it, but it didn't stop him from going on ahead and pushing. The current morning was rain, something he didn't mind but it usually made him a little sleepy. So today was going to be an off day till he got to his dorm where his hamsters currently resided in. Lucky for them, they had enough food and water till he were to return to his dorm room. He made an obligation to make sure his room wouldn't smell up of hamsters so he was going to give them a bath every other day with no issue. Had to take care of his children after all! Standing in the partially empty room of his bedroom, he took a look around with his odd-colored eyes, admiring it for the last time before he walked out and closed the door behind him.

He moved downstairs where he ate breakfast with his parents who spoke with him, wished him luck, and also informed him to say hello to his cousin for them. That cousin being Chika. She was the same age as him, but due to his growth spurt, most would think he was much older than her. She was also attending the school with him, which he found pretty neat, knowing she'd want to be a Hero just like himself. Glancing at the time, he knew it was time to go as he looked to his parents and spoke up "It's time for me to go." he said as he rose from his seat and stretched his limbs. He hated to be in the school uniform, but he was able to wear at least majority of his things. Like his scarf, jacket, shoes. On top of that, he didn't need the straps to hold his pants up so he just left them to hang by his hips. "I love you Mom, Dad." he then went on and hugged his mother who hugged him tightly and almost refused to let him go, but his father had saved him from his mother's death hug and gave him a manly hug while patting his back and telling him good luck. Giving his father a small smile and then a firm nod, he moved to the front door, put on his boots and headed out.

The rain didn't bother him on the way to school, so he walked as if it was a nice sunny day, but with some speed to him just because he was on a time limit. As soon as he gotten to school grounds and headed to class, not long after an announcement had come on from not only the Principal but Hasami Enkei as well. Who claimed to be their teacher and both of them delivered messages to the class. Something about challenges once a week to complete to minimize stress. Ryu let out a slight huff as he sat in his seat with crossed arms and his face somewhat hiding behind his scarf. Challenges? Sounds more like minigames to me... he thought to himself. Only to start hearing speak up, obviously picking up on names in the process. While his face look uninterested and he looked quite intimidating, his eyes shifted to the first girl who spoke, granted, she wasn't speaking to him in particular. But he did catch her name, Aikawa Kaiyo. A cute name for a girl who looked like that. Those same eyes shifted off to another who spoke up and introduced himself as Sung Jin-Woo, who had a quirk that revolved around Gravity. He ended that with a smile.

I'm not going to go up front to introduce myself. No one would even hear me. since he spoke softly when he was around people he didn't know. It didn't take long for someone to try to show off their quirk, and when he looked, it happened to be a female that was sitting in front of him. Her name was Hohensalzburg Sophia with the quirk named Thought Lock. "So essentially telekinetic powers..." he muttered low enough so she wouldn't hear him. Hell if he tried to demonstrate his quirk, he'd cause the room to explode and hurt everyone within it. So Ryu continued to sit in his seat, remaining quiet while he heard another female pipe up with her own name: Horiuchi Tsukino. Sinking slightly in his seat, he continued to remain quiet, not realizing that his cousin was sitting behind him.

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As his alarm went off, Uchi threw his covers off and bounded out of bed. Even though he wasn't a morning person, his excitement regarding the first day of school had overridden his normal tendencies. Still rubbing his eyes, Uchi ran over to the bathroom to start his morning routine, crashing into his punching bag and banging into the wall in the process. After spending a few moments rolling in the ground rubbing his shin, Uchi got back up and got ready for school.

Uchi's father, Mori, was in the kitchen, boiling some eggs. As Uchi entered the kitchen, his father turned and smiled tiredly. Dressed in a bathrobe and slippers, the ex-pro hero Golden Touch had dark circles under his eyes, long unkempt black hair, and 5 o'clock shadow, but he'd done his best to get up early and give his son a proper send off.

"Morning, Uchiyama. Ready for your first day?" Taking a seat at a small dinner table in the middle of the kitchen, Uchi yawned before nodding excitedly, peeling a banana and taking a large bite out of it. "You bet. I'll give it my best shot. Gotta do the family name proud, y'know?" Uchi's dad chuckled as he cooled the eggs under some cold water. "I know you will." A few minutes of silence passed as Uchi ate 4 bananas. Mori walked over with a plate of boiled eggs and sat down opposite from Uchi with a sigh. "I just wish your mom could've seen her little boy get into Taiyou. She would've been quite proud." Uchi looked down at his lap as he finished chewing and swallowed. Although it had been 3 years since his mothers death, it still felt like it had happened yesterday. Even though he felt sadness seeping into his heart, Uchi smiled widely and gave his father a friendly punch on the shoulder. "I know. She was always proud of both of us." Mori grinned. "Of you? Always. But me? Not even on a good day." Uchi consumed a veritable mountain of breakfast as he kept talking with his father. The minutes ticked by.

With his backpack and an umbrella, Uchi and his father stepped out into the street outside their small apartment. A light rain was falling from the sky, juxtaposed with the sunlight that was shining down regardless. Uchi hugged his dad, the familiar scent of alcohol almost creating a nostalgic feeling. Pulling out of the hug, Mori gave his son a few last minute tips. "Remember to keep your straights quick. Follow the momentum through with your hips, just like we practiced, okay?" Feigning exasperation, Uchi smiled and nodded. Promising to call when the day was over, he began walking towards the academy.


Seated all the way in the slightly cramped back row, Uchi did his best to pay attention as his teacher and headmaster introduced themselves. The former was cheerful, pretty, and seemed knowledgeable enough. The headmaster was an odd character, but if the older classes were to be believed, she was to be respected. Bored, Uchi tapped his feet restlessly and fiddled with his suspenders as the headmaster went through a sizable list of rules. When were they going to start learning the good stuff? Uchi perked up at the mention of the Tasks System. He'd heard of the competition before, but he'd had no idea that it would take place at Taiyou. Uchi grinned savagely as he anticipated a hard-fought competition. The 32nd class would come out on top, he'd guarantee it.

As the class began to mingle, Uchi huffed. An ice-breaker? Well, it wouldn't hurt to get to know his classmates. They were all complete strangers, and it looked like most everyone was getting started with introductions. His neighbors would be a good start. To his left, Uchi saw a girl with pink hair and green eyes. Either she had horns, or she enjoyed wearing them. To his right, he saw a boy with brown hair, kind eyes, and glasses. Getting their attention, Uchi smiled so wide his eyes closed. Reaching out his hands for handshakes, Uchi winked and tapped his ID card. "My name's Uchiyama, but you can call me Uchi. I break stuff with my fists. Let's have a good year, yeah?"

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The girl had been smug, Sophia, possibly German, but definitely annoying. Already she was wearing a smug look over her quirk, Thoughtlock, which was a form of telekinesis. While it probably had a longer range than his own, according to his father, that was his own fault. Apparently, he had put a limiter on himself when he was a child, after he caved in their home, and the block just never went away. ”Confidence is what you need, son. Confidence and practice.” The voice of his father was always invading his mind, the great Atlas, applying the weight of the world to those that opposed him. His words carried that same weight as well, another reason why he was here, but there was another matter that was just a bit more important to attend to, that of a small boy who had just declared they were all his subordinates. That was not a road Jin was prepared to follow.

“Sorry to interject,” Jin would say, looking from the girl and over at the boy who had hopped up on the desk, declaring that he was some sort of supervillain, “but you don’t seem to understand the gravity of your words. Allow me to grant you insight into the weight of the path you have chosen.” He did not need to take any steps forward, the boy had been directly behind his own desk, well within range of his medium influence. That should be enough to seat the boy. His quirk would activate, but he would make a grand spectacle of it, everyone in the area feeling the weight of his power, but only Hitodama would feel the maximum. The other would only feel a pressure that seemed to want to make them bend or drop to the floor if they could not resist it, as if gravity itself had increased two-fold for them. Hitodama would feel something much different, as if gravity were increased four-fold, not enough to break or harm him truly, but enough to pull him down forcibly to the sitting position if he could not resist it.

“You see, this is an academy for Heroes, not a school for delinquents and vagabonds.” Slowly Jin would begin to rise from where he stood, as if levitating, the gravity that held him down no longer holding him like it should be, and he would float forward toward Hitodama until he was before the boy (either still standing or now slammed home into his desk). “Villains…well, all villains will be crushed by my own resolve. ALL. VILLANS. Even petty ones such as yourself. There will be no mercy. So, tell me, Hitodama, are you truly a villain?” All in the room could now feel the magnitude of his power, everything becoming heavier, even the very air as Jin looked down upon Hitodama from where he floated. His eyes would scan the room as well in case there were those that thought him going too far to return the classroom to order, as there was a time and place for shenanigans, and this was neither of those. "There is a time and place for disruptive behavior and obnoxious jests, but this is not it. This is not a zoo, so do not act like animals and conduct yourselves in a manner befitting a hero while in this classroom. I won't have my own learning disrupted because some of you feel the need to howl." His father's iron-fisted ways seemed to have rubbed off on him, but maybe this was for the best.

He would allow gravity to return to normal, releasing everyone from his sphere of influence and landing upon the floor as well, then walking back to his own desk to take his seat without even seeming to worry about retaliation. Turning in his chair, he would address the classroom once again, as well as the teacher. "Hasami-Sensei, please forgive my outburst. Villainy is not something I can typically tolerate, despite my name. Class Thirty-two, please continue with your introductions and forgive my outburst, I am interested to learn about you all, even Hitodama the Villain." His eyes were still hard, but he offered a smile regardless, moderately warm and seemingly patient as well. Damn. So much for first impressions, huh?

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Ryu knew that the noise levels would rise in a matter of seconds and thus was not able to pick up anymore names. He knew only had faces for the rest of the class now, and that somewhat bothered him. He wanted to avoid interaction as much as possible, but it seemed inevitable now. It didn't take long for a monkey to jump onto the desk and declare his name: Maneki Hitodama. In Ryu's mind, he was known as Monkey now. Both eyes looked the boy over as he claimed to be a super Villain and claim the rest of his class 'subordinates'. Closing his eyes, he sighed into his scarf, trying to drown out the noise. He barely heard a kid speak up to the Monkey and soon was met with Jin-Woo's voice, who told said-Monkey off. Cracking his blue eye open, he peeked at Jin Woo, watching as he chewed the boy a new one and obviously using his quirk before ending it all with a smile and kinder choice of words. "Tch." was all that left his lips as he remained sunk in his seat, man-spreading underneath the desk because his legs were just too long for it.

The girl next to him was chiming in with everything that was going on. Clearly adding more fuel to the fire with her words, but from her tone of voice, he could tell that she was playing around with the situation while being a cheerful girl in the process. So he decided to leave her be, his eye closing back up again as he rested in his seat. Unfortunately for him, his peace ended as soon as his eyes shut because his desk was suddenly kicked forcefully into his leg, which made him quickly snap his eyes open and lean forward, slamming his hand onto the surface while trying to regain his focus from the pain running in his leg from the legs of the desk slamming into him. It was no normal kick either and knew he would have bruises later. When he looked to see who did it, it was clearly the dark-haired girl. What was her name again? ...He didn't catch it. But he asked her what was up with his quiet act and he slowly narrowed his eyes while he looked at her. Does she not realize she kicked the damn desk right into my leg? With force that was not an ordinary kick. his jaw tightened, and his expression had 'annoyed' written all over it. Ryu was minding his own business and she decided to just kick his desk out of the blue. Was that a way to get attention from him? If it was, then she surely got what she wanted.

The grin on her face didn't make the situation lighter. Though Ryu didn't feed into her question and looked ahead of him at the woman in front of him. His hand that rested on the desk slowly turning into a fist. It's just the first day. Don't start getting annoyed now. It'll eventually die down and I'll get used to it. Just like I got used to Chika. the teen thought to himself, only for the girl to continue bothering him, asking his name, complimenting his earrings and proceeding to flick them. Today was an off day for him and he just wanted it to go as smoothly as possible for him, though that would never happen. Not for the next week at the very least. Shoving himself forcefully up from his seat, he moved right up onto Blueberry's desk, his hand slamming on the surface while the bandaged arm grasped the back of her chair, leaning down close to her with this look that could kill, though for some girls it could be considered hot. His voice deep and low enough for her to hear "Not only do you kick my desk into my legs at a force greater than your average kick, but you also don't apologize for doing so. You're lucky I can still walk." his odd colored eyes were locked onto her blue ones.

"Then you proceed to flick my earring as if it's some sort of toy." though he couldn't be mad at something like that for too long, so he didn't bother to continue onto it. So then he moved onto his name, might as well tell her his name just so next time she wouldn't kick his desk through his legs. "Ryunosuke Nakagawa. Ryu for short." he said, not bothering to move from his position till he heard some sort of apology...Or anything for that matter.

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This school was going to be… interesting, that was for certain, Tsukino thought with a snort as the kid in the seat in front of her jumped up on his desk and loudly declared himself a supervillain-in-training (in a hero school). She smirked and cocked an eyebrow at the kid, silently approving. Turns out this place wasn't as stuffy as she'd thought.

Pink Hair to the left turned to face her with a smile. "Kudo Ayano, nice to meetcha!" the girl introduced. "Didn't expect things to get so crazy here, is it usually like this in Osaka? I'm pretty new to this city."

Tsukino drew a momentary blank. She was… not the person to ask about normal social interactions. "I'd… say today's pretty standard, yeah. For me." She gave a one shouldered shrug, face turned slightly toward Kudo without directing her attention fully there. The corners of her eyes kept a watch on the wannabe villain, but she observed the other girl, too, making rapid notes. Kudo looked small. Sweet. Innocent. Low-threat level, supposedly, but she'd seen plenty who pulled the sweet and innocent con and knew better than to write the girl off. Still, the kid looked… like a kid. Not the kind of person who should be prepping for a premature death in the line of duty.

“What’s up you two?" The girl to the right said. "Call me Kishiko, don’t worry about immediately remembering it though, if anything you can just call me Captain. How about you-” She cut off, her attention on Crazy Kid.

Captain, Tsukino noted. Maybe just a nickname, but a possible hint to her quirk— something to do with water? Flight? Control over ships, or people? Tsukino shrugged, filing away the information for later, and turned back to Kudo. She could at least subtly grill the girl, probe for more information—

She froze as an oppressive weight fell over her. Her nails cut into her desk as an unseen force willed her to smack into it, and she hissed through her teeth and locked her arms, forcing herself upright. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears. The f— was this?

A low thump as the excited kid who had earlier sprung out of her seat and waved hit the ground with a cry of "What, hey??" alerted her that she alone didn't feel the pull of the weight, but that didn't explain what it was.

The voice at the front of the class did. “Sorry to interject,” Mr. Formal Bow said, “but you don’t seem to understand the gravity of your words. Allow me to grant you insight into the weight of the path you have chosen."

That— that Gravity punk was using his quirk on them? Tsukino's nostrils flared in anger.

“You see," the punk continued, "this is an academy for Heroes, not a school for delinquents and vagabonds." He levitated himself in front of Crazy Kid, just close enough that Tsukino wanted to shoot up and strangle him. "Villains…well, all villains will be crushed by my own resolve. ALL. VILLAINS. Even petty ones such as yourself. There will be no mercy. So, tell me, Hitodama, are you truly a villain?"

The weight in the room strengthened, and Tsukino could practically feel her teeth crack as she clamped them down hard. Don't panic don't panic don't panic. Her quirk cried to be used, to knock that prick down to size, but she resisted. The kids didn't deserve to be hit by collateral damage.

"There is a time and place for disruptive behavior and obnoxious jests, but this is not it. This is not a zoo, so do not act like animals and conduct yourselves in a manner befitting a hero while in this classroom. I won't have my own learning disrupted because some of you feel the need to howl." The punk glowered at Crazy Kid for a moment, and then Tsukino slumped as the invisible weight lifted. Dimly she heard him return to his seat with an apology, but for the moment she ignored it and let herself breathe, tightening her limbs to keep them from shivering.

You're fine, she told herself. You're strong. You are not helpless. And you are going to Kick. His. ASS.

"Just a minute," she gritted out to Kudo, before shoving herself off her desk and standing up. "HEY, what the actual frick was that!?" She demanded, storming up the rows to the front of class and planting her hands on the punk's desk. "You wanna talk about acting like animals while pulling a stunt like that, huh? Psycho Shorty didn't bother me half as much as the punk who thought it was ok to use his quirk like a spoiled child pitching a tantrum."
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All of this was... a lot to take in. It was as though On Ji's head was constantly swiveling around the classroom as numerous students would stand up, announcing themselves, along with a few showing off their quirks. Nervously as she watched, On Ji reached forward to grab her water bottle sitting on the edge of her desk to take a long nervous sip. Now, not to flex or anything but On Ji's water bottle was one to be jealous of, having a pleasant soft lilac-y pink color coating the outside reflecting the girl's soft and pleasant personality. However even a small tap of the bottle would result in a small metal clinggg as a result of the water bottle itself being metal so not only could the water keep a nice pleasant cold temperature throughout the day, On Ji could also use it to her quirk's advantage if needed, using the sounds bouncing off the water bottle for her to absorb and later use as a blast if there ever was an emergency.

Setting down the water bottle, a certain student's words caught On Ji's attention, causing her look up and an upset look forming in her face as her eyebrows furrowed. Hitodama announcing his plan to become a villain.. On Ji shook her head as her frown deepened even more into her face.
"Villains destroy lives and tear apart families... nothing about them in any way is cool, and there is nothing funny about claiming you're going to become one even if this is a joke... but if you're serious I truly pity you." Although her voice was nothing more then a whisper and could barley be heard past the few students seated near her, On Ji's stern gaze could tell a thousand stories. Luckily for On Ji, another student stepped up to take on the 'villain'. Jin-Woo, the boy who had earlier jumped up to announce himself, seemed to announce a few words to Hitodama before using his quirk that not only affected who he was aiming for but also made On Ji feel a bit of the weight herself. The girl couldn't help but smile, impressed by Jin-Woo's quirk that not only was powerful enough to for a whole person down, but could still make an entire classroom feel it's affects. 'He seems like someone to be friends with... both personality wise and strength wise'.

However as more and more students seemed to shout at each other or simply congregate amongst each other, the sounds bouncing around the walls constantly seemed to suck back to On Ji, making the girl begin to feel sluggish. Groaning softly, On Ji would place her hands on her forehead while her coiley hair falling around her hands to help hide her face, the sounds figuratively hanging a weight on the girl and blocking out everything else going on in the class around her. 'water.... water will help drown out this feeling' On Ji reached out blindly to grab her water bottle sitting at the edge of her desk, but as the girl reached out for the bottle, her fingertips aggressively hit it and sent it ricocheting off her desk's edge and smashing to the ground with a loud CLANGGGGG!!! Embarrassed, On Ji quickly scrambled out of her desk and kneeled down to grab her fallen bottle, a strong pressure seemed to force it's way to her out stretched palm and as her hand made contact with her water bottle a loud popping sound exploded around the room and the water bottle shot into the air and went zooming through the air until it made contact with the wall allllll the way at the front of the room sounding yet another loud crash to echo across the room as it finally clattered to the ground. On Ji, still kneeling on the ground, stared at the whole spectacle, her eyes widening even more till her face reached an absolutely horrified look as the bottle rolling to a stop just a few inches away from where the teacher had stood earlier when announcing herself.


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