Kosoku
The school day had practically just started, and it was already exciting. The rush of the various classmates as they tried to get to their classes on time (and to varying degrees of success) was definitely something to behold. It was a great introductory to what the rest of the semester would probably hold. A good portion of the students had made it to class and took their seats already, and one of these students in particular was unusual, even among the Quirk-filled class.
Sitting in a nondescript seat in a nondescript part of the room was the white-haired boy known as Kosoku. How long had he been there exactly? It was hard to say, he didn't seem to bring much attention to himself at all - even through the trials of getting to class on time. Turns out, having a teleportation Quirk comes in handy for things like that, allowing him to avoid most of the clones of the assistant teacher without being impeded to much, and he had a lot of time to spare getting into the classroom, so much so that he had enough time to, well, daydream. Daydream long and deep enough to miss everything up until the arrival of the homeroom teacher, that is. By the looks of things, this was a pretty stern teacher: as expected of Komei Academy to have staff so dedicated to their craft. Kosoku could only wonder if his current training pace would keep up with the expectations of the school, but before that, there was the ice-breaker to deal with.
Several students had already gone and introduced themselves to the class, and the self-proclaimed ninja would be no exception. That said, Komei Academy definitely had an interesting assortment of students - especially in this class of 1-A.
It was Kosoku's turn now. The boy felt the need to make his introduction somewhat engaging.
Blink.
In a near-instant, Kosoku was at the front of the classroom, able to see the rows of faces poised at him. He nodded.
"I'm Kosoku Hitoshi, a ninja and martial artist."
The white-haired boy gave a respectful bow to the class. His delivery was systematic and measured, but still managed to maintain a hint of laxness that his surface demeanour always carried.
"My Quirk is teleportation," He continued, grabbing a book from a nearby desk and bringing it to the front of the classroom and holding it up high.
"Observe."
Still holding the book in the air, he concentrated for a moment, and the book almost instantly disappeared from his hand and transported back to the desk that it came from. He smiled.
"Pleased to meet you." Kosoku bowed again, disappearing and reappearing back in his seat. He hadn't had much else to say or do aside from the display of his Quirk, which wasn't terribly interesting, but not terribly boring either. It was just mundane enough that he could probably continue to fly under the radar just as he had before stepping up to the front of the class.