Today would be a glorious and happy day for many. Because just a week ago was the entrance examination for the biggest school around U.A. and just three days ago those who managed to pass had received their acceptance letter. Being told to send in a letter to design their very own suits for the future. Today was finally the first day of class, surprisingly the star class 1-A had gotten a great deal more students than normal. With the two star students who placed highest in the Exam, Frin and Marius being talked about all throughout the campus.

The students would of been told to pack bags to stay at the dorms they would be shown during the tour which would be part of homeroom today. They was told to gather in class room 1-A even though it might be a little packed to wait for their teachers to arrive, having been given directions and their school uniforms. They have yet to be given their requested outfits but they know it wont be long to be seen as heroes a dream many share, what could this first day hold for these would be heroes.

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Charles would arrive on campus wearing his uniform, with his student ID card so he can pass the entrance gate just fine. He would see the various other students walking around chatting. Some he recognized from the exam some he didn't. There could even be those in his class but he wasn't for certain. Instead he kept his head down and kept walking following the directions they was given to find the class room. He would find out he was one of the first to arrive which he didn't like since it made him stand out some. So he quickly took a seat next to the window and waited for others to arrive without trying to stand out, besides his uniform he would have a simply gym bag that had all of his possessions including his gym uniform, and other spare clothing.

The car journey from the airport had been long and tedious. Samantha had booked a cab for him to get the school, and said goodbye to him at the airport in America. There had been no hugging or kissing, just a "good luck" and a "goodbye". Connor's father would have probably just spit at him, or worse. One day he would go back and show them what he had become. Connor was happy to be back in Japan for the first time since the exam, the bustling cities were a stark contrast to his rural upbringing. Still, he liked the look of the country so far. This was where he would be spending the foreseeable future, where he would finetune and power up his power. Maybe one day he could learn to get rid of the time constraint on his power.

Connor had, surprisingly, rather enjoyed the exam. He always loved an opportunity to show off his quirk. A smug Connor had never expected himself to fail. His immediate ambition was to form some kind of ranged weapon from his quirk. To do that he knew he would have to somehow break his bones cleanly, which Connor was uncertain he could do. It would probably hurt like hell. In the back of the car, Connor had slid out a small dagger and scratched his initials onto the leather back seat. He wasn't sure why he kept his surname, instead of taking on Samantha's. But those thoughts weren't much of a concern.

The car had stopped and Connor issued a quick thanks to the driver. He walked through the entrance gate and onto the campus. He recognised a lot of people from the exam, and wondered how the hell some of them had passed. A lot of them, he distinctly remembered, were almost quirkless to him. He decided against fraternising with anyone on the playground, instead scouting them out to see if he could spot any new quirks. He then thought it best to get to the classroom he had been given immediately. Be the first one there, maybe practise his powers in private a little.

When he got to the classroom, he found to his slight annoyance that he wasn't the first there. A boy sitting was by the window with blank white hair. Could that be related to the quirk he had somehow? He didn't recognise the boy from the exam, so he was in the dark on that front. There was something about him that just struck Connor as a little unusual. Nonetheless, he sat down at a nearby seat and said to him -

"Hey, I'm Connor. I don't recognise you from the exam... what's your quirk?"

@olcharlieboi

A dainty figure scooted its way through the doorway and darted to a seat in the back corner, away from the window. The sound of her movements was more like a shuffle than footsteps. She sighed with relief, laying her head within the makeshift bosom of her arms. a slight clacking sound could be heard from the corner of her glasses contacting the table. She dumped her bag on the hook attached to her desk and lazily looked around, yawning at the realisation she was one of the early arrivers. She considered joining the conversation, her gaze wandering to the wall next to her. She grinned, rubbing her thumb on it, revealing the badly covered up scribblings from a previous class. She bunched her cheek atop a fist, learning about the drama and classes that came before, giggling a little at some of the nicknames she made out between crude drawings of people's nether regions.

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The strap of his bag slid effortlessly from his fingers and onto the hook of a desk in the second row of the classroom. He almost fell back into the seat, rocking it back slightly, pressing the heel of his right foot on the edge and beginning to re-tie his shoelace. His eyes scanned the classroom finding only a few others so far. Deciding it harmless to eavesdrop on the conversation next to him, he focused his attention on new people entering the room. He smiled a little seeing familiar faces. Taylor, a childhood friend as they both moved to Japan from Great Britain as toddlers, and recognising Connor from the same entrance exam area he was at. He thought for a moment, not remembering how well he did. A small imaginary figure of himself shrugged in his mind, dismissing its importance as his eyes shifted between the conversation he listened into nearby and the doorway.

Frin walked onto the UA grounds. As the highest scoring hero-to-be in the entrance exam, many eyes were looking his direction, especially since he didn't get much hero points. Almost all his points were based on the robots he destroyed and the decent amount of points he got from the written part. However, even though everyone was looking at him, he didn't care about them. He was here for one person alone. The person that gave him a second chance, the one who saw his potential.

And he wouldn't dissapoint him.

He walked into the building, all the way to the huge door of class 1-A. He kinda wondered why they needed it, but then again, there were some humans with Quirks that made them overall bigger. He opened the door and saw two other students already sitting at some tables talking with eachother, a girl in the back looking at her table and someone else who seemed to keep attention at the doorway, probably checking out his new classmates. He didn't recognise anyone from the entrance exam though, and he didn't feel like talking to any of them either, as he didn't want to get into any trouble this early. He just took the middle front seat and sat down. He wanted to do his best and learn a lot, not only so he could use his power more efficiently, but also since it would show his thanks to him.

^{Interacting with: No One In Particular}

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'Third place, huh?'

Karma mulled over the position he'd obtained during the recent U.A. Entrance Exam. He sat cross-legged on one of his box constructs as it floated towards the entrance to his new school. The weary eyes of other first-year students followed him, some whispering at the brazen use of his Quirk: Jack In The Box. Others recognised him from the exam, remembering how he'd taken down several of the villain bots with relative ease. It hadn't been Karma's intention to go all out during the exam, but even so, third place had certainly surprised him. Not only that, but Karma had been given two new subjects of interest: Frin & Marius, first and second place respectively. The little he had managed to see of their quirks had certainly intrigued him, though it wasn't as if he was placing target on their backs. They were strong and Karma knew that in order to become stronger, he would need to pit himself against them whatever the cost.

Karma meandered his way through the gathering students as they rushed to enter through the large double doors. It wasn't long before the space to maneuver become too small so he casually manipulated his box to climb above the heads of his fellow students, effortlessly passing by them all. A few shouts of protest followed him but Karma remained unphased and continued navigating his way to class. It didn't take him long to reach the classroom of Class 1-A and Karma could already see that the room was populated with other students. 'Better walk in.' He thought, dispelling his crystal box after coolly sliding off to stand on his own two feet. He bounced the basketball that he'd been holding during his entire journey to school twice then he strode into the room, calm and confident. A quick glance around showed him five other students, two of them being Marius and Frin. A rush of excitement washed over him briefly.

He was quick to select his seat. Second row, right next to the window, just along from Marius. He sat down. Then, lofting his legs upon the desk in front of him, Karma whipped his basketball into a spin on his index finger. 'So, quite the entrance exam, huh?" He asked out load to no one in particular.

@KaijuBaragon



Charles would glance at Conner who spoke to him and seen the influx of more students. Charles would look down "...there are different exam sites..." he says softly "..you do realize it's rude to ask about a person's quirk.. if you don't plan to explain your own" he continues to say softly. While Charles didn't want to talk to the person who started to speak to him, he decided to use this as an opportunity to gain a new weapon for his own quirk. It should prove helpful to him to have new abilities to play with should he get into a situation with the person talking to him. He would pull out a notepad out from his bag as he glances at Conner.

Connor glanced over as Frin entered the classroom. He had heard about how he was one of those who had received first place in the entrance exam rankings, him and a boy called Marius. Connor wondered where he had placed in the rankings with his own exam. He couldn't imagine himself placing anywhere outside of the top ten. Connor had hoped that he would take the top spot, although it lingered in the back of his mind that he wouldn't. He heard a guy talking to himself loudly and ignored it. Connor decided it would be best to ignore it for now.

Suddenly the white haired boy responded to him. Connor tilted his head slightly as the boy went on to mention how there were more than one exam sight, then Connor raised his brow as the boy struck back, saying that it was rude to ask for one's quirk if you didn't explain yours first. A little odd, must be a Japanese custom of quirks. "I was planning to, after you told me yours. But anyway, mine is a little hard to explain... so I'll just show you...". Connor flexed his hand and a sharp dagger of bone formed in his hand, which he used to scratch his initials into his desk. He made the dagger longer, and then did the same to Charles's desk, albeit smaller and lighter. He then retracted the form back into his hand, the exit wound healing over almost immediately.

"Now...care to explain yours?"

@olcharlieboi

He looked to the guy who sat down next to him, slowly lowering his foot from tying his shoelace. He raised his eyebrows and blinked, a little taken back by his announcing tone, feeling bad that nobody else responded.

"The important thing is we all managed to get this far... Let's try to keep it that way."

He reached into his bag, pulling out a notebook with a pen clipped to the spine ready for any quick starting of class. He slid the pen from the spine, spinning it around his thumb rather intricately, failing every few times he attempted to do so. He appeared to take much care in doing this, however looking back to Karma every now and again not wanting him to think he was ignoring him.

"What did you say your name was?"

Walking through the hallway, Momo was passed overhead by some showy guy, who was 'brazenly' showing off his quirk for the sake of his own impatience. When the guy got off his...block and stepped inside the classroom, Momo felt slightly troubled. Being in the same class as someone who used their quirk so haphazardly was a disturbing foresight. It takes all kinds of people, I guess... Momo thought to herself as she entered the classroom.

As she entered the classroom, she saw something...odd. At first it looked like some punk was intimidating another classmate, that is, until the 'punk' casually continued a semi-normal conversation afterwards. What is this? A class for problem children? Momo thought, as she rapidly checked her roster, convinced she was at the wrong place.

When it turned out she wasn't, however, she made her way to a seat in the rear corner, right next to the door. She swiftly sat down and eyed around the classroom, fidgeting awkwardly as she did so. Why is it so stressful to strike up a conversation? Momo's worries quickly multiplied as her mind was flooded by all the things that could go wrong, which were quite a lot of things considering most people had some special power. And so she continued her awkward fidgeting, simply hoping class would soon start.

^{Interacting with: @Kreutzer}

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"What did you say your name was?"

Came Marius' question, almost immediately after replying to his own, yet, rather dismissively. But it didn't matter, Karma's intentions had been to make conversation. He hated silence. Silence allowed him to think, which meant he would remember things that had long since passed. Things that were meant to stay buried in history. 'Like the time you killed a man.' The thought sprung up out of no where, catching him off guard. This was perfectly normal, he was told. He would suffer from thoughts like these for the rest of his life. An unfortunate result of his horrific childhood.

Karma breathed, just like he'd been told to by the doctors, before answering. "I didn't." He began. "But it's Karma. Karma Tenshin, if you were wondering." He stopped the spinning basketball, catching it in one hand to punctuate his reply, then turned his head toward Marius, who was staring back, and gave him a slight nod. "Your's?"

"Marius."

He said with a small, flickering wave of his hand. He noticed the girl entering the room, attempting to give a smile if it was noticed. Seeing her fidgeting he frowned a little and his eyes glossed over with a slight red hue. His pen suddenly sprung up on the desk, writing out a message on a piece of paper which tore itself from his book, travelling across the room and laying itself neatly in front of Momo reading:

"
Second row
blue hair
come say hi
"

His vision looked back up to Karma with a smile

"Guess I'm showing my hand already, huh"

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She glanced back around the room, snapping out of her daydream. Catching in the corner of her eye the paper floating her eye twitched a little, already intimidated by quirk use in the classroom, as she shuddered a little to shake it off. Swapping hands to her right, she pressed it into her cheek and rested, revealing a red mark in the shape of a fist on her left cheek. Her gaze swung from person to person as she yawned again, smacking her face a little with her free hand as punishment for staying up too late.

@KaijuBaragon


Charles would raise a brow at Conner's display before suddenly grabbing a pen, opening his notepad and starts writing on it mumbling "subject Conner... quirk bone manipulation in subject's hands..." he says to himself "Possible regeneration side effect... though could be just moving of mass out of the way.." he says already theorizing from what he seen. He would notice the floating paper going to one of the new people who have entered, he begun to write mumbling to himself again like before though about the possibility of another quirk.

He would turn towards Conner "sorry about that... bad habit of mine" he states putting the pad away "as for my quirk.." he says as he brings up his hand and taps Conner's arm before a bone starts to raise out like Conner though not as much as Charles winces and retracts it. "bloody heck that hurts... how the heck could you use that so simply" he mumbles shaking his head "first one I learned about had to be a painful one.. of course.." he says to himself. That shy attitude slightly disappearing for a moment.

Asahi spent much of his early morning doing the same thing he was doing last night: maintenance on the Guardian. While he didn't score highest Asahi felt rather proud of his scores during the first exam. Sure, some of the others looked down on him because he did t rely solely on his quirk. But most of those people also didn't pass the exam while he did; just goes to show it's not about the quirk, but how you use your abilities. Asahi's just happened to be his mechanics.

It helped that during the exam he spent more time hijacking the robots to fight each other rather than doing much fighting himself. He wished he could have brought a few of those bits back home to mod the Guardian, but alas he could not. But it was a good learning experience, and between fighting for his life and occasionally helping out a fellow hero, Asahi gained a lot of insight about the school's machines.

Soon an alarm rang which told Asahi that it was almost time for school. He went to the kitchen to make breakfast for himself and his mother. While his quirk doesn't require Asahi to eat, he enjoys the taste nonetheless. Can't go wrong with French toast and bacon. His mother was up by the time Asahi finished the toast and ate sleepily.

"So today is your first day of school?"

"Yeah."

"Be careful okay? I know that you're doing dangerous things but don't take too many risks. Make friends so they can help you."

"Of course."

"And don't forget to eat too. You need to be able to take a break from your work so you can let your body rest. You might not need to eat or sleep but even your body will break down ifbit doesn't get to relax."

"I know."

Asahi's mother, like any mother, worried and nagged her child. It did annoy Asahi but he kept his thoughts to himself. Of course she'd be worried about him. Not just his safety, but his goals too. Asahi had made it no secret that he is going to this school to improve the Guardian and become stronger. Whether or not he'll be a hero or not was still up in the air. Sure, he risked his neck saving some students during the exam, but that was out of pragmatism. He knew that helping them out would make them owe him a favor, and he didn't risk himself in anything he wasn't certain the Guardian One couldn't handle.

As far as heroics goes Asahi does want to be a hero, however what a hero is can be... Subjective. Admittedly Asahi doesn't entirely agree to how the heroes nowadays operates. Namely when it comes to killing; he finds it to be pointlessly more difficult, more so considering that some heroes have Togo all out if they want to stand a chance. And once you go above and beyond your limits, "holding back" is the last thing on one's mind.

But these thoughts Asahi kept to himself. No need to complicate things just because of his personal belief. He was almost certain his perspective would change once he starts attending UA proper. What he thought now was just observations and opinions formed without experience or knowledge. With any luck UA will make a proper hero out of the boy yet. So after finishing breakfast, washing dishes, dressing and washing up, Asahi gave his mother a fond farewell and headed to school.

The bike ride over was quiet and uneventful. Asahi rode through the entrance without a hitch, thanks to jos student ID. He chained up his bike to the bike rack and headed straight to class. There was still a few students milling about, teachers going about their business, and strange things going on in certain class rooms. Asahi would have stayed and watched but he wanted to get to class first. There he could already hear that a few more students have showed up and were engaged in conversation.

He wondered if he should introduce himself. Asahi was quite adamant when he said that he is not a shy person: when prompt he will speak his mind and could even engage in savagery. However he was t exactly social; if people didn't talk to him then he would talk to people. His mother really wants Asahi to go out of his way to converse with others, but the boy just doesn't have an interest in it.

So without much fanfare Asahi entered the classroom and went to his desk. There he immediately took out his notebook and started to write and doodle about the Guardian One. He had concept art of future designs and upgrades, as well as more technically babble about said upgrades. He also wrote a bit about other students in the margins, however he made sure to be somewhat vague in their descriptions. Partying so anyways reading his kit all doesn't know what he's thinking about others, but also to test himself in the future. Gotta keep a sharp memory at all times.

Ensza

Interacting with @Kreutzer @Kalas

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Ensza walked through the halls her eyes darting about. Everyone was so chipper and excited, just so damn happy to have passed the exam. She shook her head ever so slightly. She was a bit peeved by that she didn't exactly know why but she was extremely peeved. She could hear her dad's voice in the back of her mind.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

He unlike her mother was a bit more relaxed about the whole quirk thing he himself having none. But her mother god was her mother a pain. She so wanted to have a hero in the family the last hero having been her great grandmother. Small time hero but hero nonetheless. Mom, well her quirk was rather useless, you know being able to make water into any juice on the planet wasn't exactly combat oriented.

She was jerked from her thoughts as she saw the crystal box flying over head. She remembered that kid, she hadn't caught his name but she remembered using one of his boxes as a platform to take out a villain bot during the exam. He was strong, and seemed to understand tactics better than most. There hadn't been brute strength in alot of his movements she liked that. the fact he used his quirk so boldly too was a plus. She followed him surprised to see he was walking into the same class she would be in 1-A. A grin came across her face she was really hoping to see that other kid here to the one with the bubbles.

She stepped into the class room shortly after box boy and looked around seeing the adorable Taylor yawning and slapping her face. Ensza slid over to her barely noticing everyone else an plopped down on to the desk a wide grin on her face. Unlike the other girls she wore a boys uniform that fit her well, Ensza had always heated wearing skirts and dresses growing up luckily her dad encouraged her to wear the pants.



The note floated over.



Ensza leaned in so she was as close as she could possibly get. There was something about cute girls she just couldn't resist. She took a deep breath, breathing in Taylor's scent.



She bit her lip looking her up and down a bit. Ens was going to have a field day teasing this one. Shaking her head with a wide grin she glanced around the room seeing the Blue haired #1 and the white haired #3 sitting having what seemed to be a stare down. This was so going to be an interesting year at the very least even if she decided she didn't want to be a hero. She gave a loud whistle over at them waving nonchalantly before turning back to her prey.

Interacting with: @kidjab @Kreutzer

Yamerugo entered the classroom and took a mental note of the groups that had formed already. He recognized Frin and Marius that had placed at the top of the exams. Something Yamerugo would be more envious of if his quirk had been more suited to fighting groups of robots. No, his time at the exam involved taking out one bot at a time. It took him a few minutes to figure out a system for beating them at all, having to create stasis bubbles to encompass their top or bottom halves to destroy them with their own inertia. He was proud of the tactic and all, but it clearly wasn't top tier.

With a sigh, Yamerugo walked up to the two girls that were speaking instead. He wasn't too keen on socializing with the top of the class before he figured out exactly where he stood in comparison. While he was impressed that those two had taken out more robots than anyone else, that didn't necessarily speak for how amazing they would be as heroes. Just fighters. A title Yamerugo would have liked, but with a more support oriented quirk he would have to work harder to earn.

"Glad to see I'm not the only one that needs more sleep." Yamerugo muttered as he took a seat by the two girls. "Hopefully this class doesn't become a warzone." He said glancing casually around all of the stronger students. He knew he could handle himself and probably use his quirk to deal with any issues this early, but he would like to keep his quirk less than obvious.



Not interacting with anyone just yet.

Dan opened the door to the classroom and quickly found a more deserted portion of the class. Blinking to the seat, he plopped down and rested his head on the, more or less, comfortable desk. He needed to at least attempt to take a nap before the teacher arrived. He had been running on maybe six hours of sleep over the past few days for...personal reasons, so he needed a bit of rest to hold him over for the class period.

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In general, it could be said that Makoto Yamazaki had a bit of a temper. And why wouldn't she? Standing almost three meters tall and sporting bright red skin, bulging muscles, and a nice little crown of two pointy horns right above her forehead, Makoto was not the kind of person who skated through life because of their Quirk. Makoto was the exact opposite. She was the kind of person who had to fight her Quirk. Every day, all day.

Example? This morning, she had a nightmare, woke up, banged her head on the ceiling, and got stuck spending fifteen minutes trying to yank her horns out of the plaster. Then she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for her first day at school. No shower of course. Her family couldn't afford to build one big enough for her, so she had to use the public baths on her way to school. That's why she got up at four in the morning to make her own breakfast. Most of the time it was just cereal and half a loaf of bread jammed into the toaster. Cooking the number of eggs and strips of bacon she'd need to eat just wasn't possible with a normal-sized pan and stove, and cooking multiple batches cut into the time she used to cook her lunch too much (although her mom did make bacon and eggs for her on the weekends as a treat). She had to use a bowl most would consider a feeding trough, and hold the spoon very carefully so as not to bend it. She ended up eating the whole box of cereal.

Then she left the house, bathed, and walked two hours to school. She couldn't fit in a train, car or even a bus, and while she could run or jump to get there faster, doing that tended to scare people and cause property damage she had no way to pay for (especially since there were very few part-time jobs that'd take someone like her). She got laughed at by a bunch of elementary school kids on her way there, and hit her head again on a precariously placed stoplight. Then a couple punks trying to earn a bit of a name for themselves tried to pick a fight with her just because of her reputation and the way she looked. She won of course, but her backpack, her lunch, and her school supplies all got crushed in the process. Overall, the morning so far had been a bit of a pisser. SSDD.

Finally though she arrived at UA, and she found she only had to duck once before learning that the school really did build all its doors and hallways to accommodate what a forgiving person might call "the more challenging students". What's more, there were other students there who looked almost as weird as she did. Hooks, fangs, feathers, claws, teeth and tongues. Mutations and guady getups of all kinds surrounded her, from the teachers and the students to the faculty and the lunch ladies. They even had made a special desk for her upon request which she found waiting for her in her classroom, a monstrous chair more like a throne but which fit her like a glove.

Makoto looked around, a grin on her face. What was this strange feeling she felt growing inside her? This warm, almost pleasurable feeling? Was it... excitement? Was she actually excited to go to school? Well that was new.

Her spirits unusually high, she sat down at her desk and opened up her coin purse, spilling her spending money all over her desk (contrary to popular belief, she did not beat people up for their lunch money). She counted out what she thought she might need now that her homemade lunch was a smeared mess on the inside of her backpack, settling on a 1000¥ budget for the day, when she got distracted by the sound of a scribbling pen coming from the seat nearest to her.

With her height, it wasn't that hard to just lean over someone and see what they were doing, so she spotted Goro's drawings right away. It looked like some sort of mech suit, like something you'd see in an anime or a tokusatsu show. Makoto had found memories of those old shows she used to watch, but she couldn't really recognize the design the kid was drawing. Maybe it was original?

"Hey kid. Whatchyou drawing?" she asked bluntly, staring down at the portly young man. He probably wasn't much younger than her, but when you looked down on everyone from above like she did, it was hard not to think of anyone not in their late forties as a kid compared to you.

interacting with @Heckno12@Kreutzer

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Enz turned to look at the voice that piped up next to her and her new play toy.

"Glad to see I'm not the only one that needs more sleep."

There he was bubble kid, well she knew his name, Yameguro, same with block head over in the corner, Karma. They were both in her class and this was going to be extremely fun. She swiveld around on the desk to face him scruffing Taylor's hair a bit she spoke.
"I know you!! You're the one that was knocking bots out on the out skirts. You were like a ninja or something, I like bubbles alot and you can make bubbles." She made a pouty face "But I can't see in them why? Oh and you're Yame-kun right?"

Jumping off the desk she kissed his cheek and linger next to his ear and in her must sultry voice she could muster whispered.

"You know you're gonna have to prove that your quirk is worth something right?"

She giggled hopping back on the desk swinging her legs.

"I'm Ensza Kemari, you can call me Enz. This here is Tiffany or was it Tabby?" She ruffled Taylor's hair again this time gently and setting it back to how it was the first time. Her hair was really soft thought Enz, she may have to dial back the bouncy personality for a bit. Don't want to make enemies on the first day. But one last joke wouldn't hurt she thought as she spoke again nice and loud for the entire class to hear.

"Taylor, here is going to be my girlfriend by the end of the year! Would you like to be my boyfriend Yame-kun!"

As she said this she noticed the red oni girl walk in and she fell deathly silent. She was really pretty. Like insanely pretty. Enz stared at her as she walked around all the way to the back of the class to the one she hadn't noticed. Her heart thumping and catching in her throat. Well this was new.

Anagorm Britia

Anagorm smoothed down her uniform, still not quite used to it, normally she wore sweats and baggy shirts to help accommodate for any changes she had to make: as opposed to this rather fancy uniform. A small internal sigh and she opened the door, purple eyes scanning the already mostly full class. She'd knew all their names of course, checking the rankings and keeping track of who was were, as well any quirk use she'd observed. Anagorm minutely adjusted her glasses, even though they were held firmly in place by croakies, and confidently strode forward. Conversations were already started everywhere and the teacher was nowhere to be seen. Odd.

She decided to sit next to Suriza, the snake girl, taking a seat next to her and offering a friendly smile along with a handshake, "I'm Anagorm Britia, I remember you from the exam, impressive mobility. Have you seen our teacher yet? We get to leave if he doesn't show up in 15 minutes right?" Anagorm said with a light laugh to indicate she was joking. A good introduction with something to keep the conversation going, a joke and a compliment thrown in. Nice. Anagorm herself had tried to not be too obvious during the exam herself, anyone who observed her would simply think she had some sort of super-strength, though it was rather more complicated then that. Luckily she hadn't had to transform very much to take down the robots or else she would've had to be a lot more obvious. Anagorm was rather excited about attending the rather prestigious U.A. academy, several top heros came from here and it was basically the place to be for anyone who was looking at the same.

He'd smirk a little, raising one eyebrow as Enzsa announced her new love interests. he talked in a much lower voice now to Karma

"Invading Tay's personal space is not a good place to start for that girl. I dig the red hair though."

he examined the girl a fair bit, attempting to somewhat sum her up before his gaze wandered to Anagorm entering the room, grinning and moving to nudge Karma with his elbow slightly.

"We already have more cute girls than I'd hoped for and everyone isn't even here yet..."

He watched Makoto enter the room, thinking for a moment and examining her demeanour. He watched her sit and her attempted friendliness to the other kid, deciding not to change his previous statement, grinning back at Karma

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Her unamused expression sat blankly and met Enzsa's entire routine as she sat, enduring the immediate closeness. She noted her boyishness, looking over to Marius slightly during this thought. The harmlessness of it seemed to fade for her upon the announcement of their apparent future dating, which she took to slight offense. Exhaling slowly, her vision shifted to Yamerugo.

"I don't know either of you and I already want to apologise for her."

She smirked a little in an attempted reassurance to him.

^{Interacting with: @Kreutzer}

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"Guess I'm showing my hand already, huh?"

"Neat trick. I bet that's how you get all the girls." Karma replied, chuckling at his own remark. He scanned the room now, noticing how rapidly it had begun to fill. He also noticed the wide variety of personalities in the room, none of them seemed to interest him particularly. Karma wasn't here to be popular, he was here to become a Hero. He shrugged as Marius made a comment regarding the girl he'd called 'Tay' and the obnoxiously loud girl with red hair.

"We already have more cute girls than I'd hoped for and everyone isn't even here yet." Marius murmured, nudging him with an elbow as a large girl, with what seemed like an Oni-type Mutation Quirk, entered the room.

Karma merely smiled, then began tossing his basketball into the air above him and catching it, repeating the process over and over. "Not interested, man." He responded, coolly. "I'm only here to be number one."