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[b]Class:[/b] Senior
[b]Location:[/b] Senior Home Room
[b]Mentions:[/b] All [@Krayzikk][@Plank Sinatra][@Write]
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Home room…was that it? Dirk was already feeling senioritis and the year had just started. The last year of every school always seemed like a waste of time. Junior should had been when they had all graduated for good for usually senior year was accompanied by drawn-out business for the sake of drawing out the year and keeping the teachers paid.

The Devil Guy as he was known around the school walked through the door that was conveniently left open. Over the years, he had gotten used to his strength simply just by not touching anything. Was it strength or just not being accustomed to touch? Whatever. He had gotten better at it. 

He raised a hand in a short wave and greeted to those who were currently present, “Hows’it.”

If they noticed already by his features and accent, he was one of those transfers.

As usual, he didn’t bother with the chairs or desks. He could stand for several hours if he wanted to and even sleep standing up. He was what he believed to be a gargoyle. At least his Quirk had made him one. It had been the only creature that he could associate his Quirk with.

One girl had brought donuts to the glass, which his silver oculars rolled down to notice as he walked by. Another girl was already socializing with a guy who he could tell hadn’t been Japanese like majority of the students in the school.

Dirk found a spot next to the window where he could stand and view the outside. He did like scenery or something he could pay attention to instead when the instructor rattled on about common sense.