Mako had taken the sheet of answers from Tomoe her desk and gave her a short evaluation on how well she had answered the questions. Mako knew what her quirk was from her student profile so the weird answers to just sleep were actually correct. Tomoe hadn't heard the evaluation however since she was still vast asleep.

Ruckus broke out in the classroom when Mako told them they had to try and touch her at least. Any form of touching, hitting with a weapon or with your quirk seemed to count so most of them didn't hold back the slightest. Dulga began acting weird but it was soon found out that she was acting villainous. She probably got that hint from the class name, just hitting the teacher would be weird for a class named Villain psychology so perhaps they would get extra points for hitting the teacher in villainous manner? Dulga had thrown Mamoru (the other pinklet) out of the window to get the teacher's attention, if the students were to get heavily injured or die it was most likely Mako her fault and she would get sued... probably. Very smart from Dulga, however!

To try and throw Tomoe out of the window was the worst crime in history! Unbelievable someone would just try and throw their Kouhai out of the window! Jett did help her by stepping up in front of her and battle Dulga, if Tomoe were to be awake she would be forever gratefull to Jett for helping her survive this 6 armed monstrosity. Instead she just slept and would never know how brave he was to help her and get thrown out of the window himself instead. She was safe now, Dulga tried doing something to the teacher instead.

From all the sounds around the classroom Tomoe began to groan and mumble in her sleep as her expression turned a little sour and annoyed. They were so loud! How could she keep sleeping with earthquakes around the whole classroom. If it wasn't for this school building the whole neighbourhood would probably be destroyed by these hooligans. Tomoe's eyes opened softly revealing some of the students screaming and yelling in front of her at the other side of the classroom. Most others have gathered around the front to try and hit Mako. Tomoe softly rubbed her eyes while sitting upright and giving a wide yawn. They were fighting miss Mako? This was probably what they had to do. Apparently it had just ended as the teacher told them on how well they did in this practical event. Tomoe placed the link that they probably had to act like villains knowing from the name of the class. Tomoe stood up and shoveled to the front of the classroom past all the people. Miss Mako had not noticed her yet from all the other students being around her.

While Mako was asking of them to help her put back all the furniture on the right place again Tomoe striked. From the shadows she silently stepped forwards and threw both arms around Mako landing both her hands onto her chest and squeezed if Mako didn't dodge.





Tomoe was verbally laughing in montone manner like any fake villain. Tomoe was still smiling kindly after she had done her action, unlike the other students in the classroom who seemed rather serious about this whole thing. She hoped she would get a point for that at least, although it was most likely Mako was too quick for her to grab.

”Yaaaah!” Mamoru shouted as she was once again tossed through the classroom. She at least knew that Yukari was going to toss her at Mako once she was sent airborne, so Mamoru tried to take a swing at the teacher when she flew pass. Of course she whiffed and landed on a desk. Mamoru was quick to recover and try to get back into the fight, however everyone else sprang onto Mako at that same time. Mamoru tried to position herself somewhere where she could lunge at Mako, but with so many bodies in the way the best thing Mamoru could’ve done was just wait it out. Maybe if they took just a moment to plan it, they could attack in a more synchronized manner. But right now it was nothing but chaos.

Eventually the fighting stopped once Roy managed to grab hold of Mako. Unfortunately for Mamoru, she failed to land a hit on Mako. Fortunately because Mamoru failed to land a hit on Mako, she missed out on detention. ”Eeeeeh? Detention? Then why would you tell us… To hit you…” Mamoru pondered it for a moment. She spoke her thoughts out loud as she considered what Mako was thinking, even sitting down at a desk just to think about it. ”Was this… Was this another test? Like a big lesson about how villainy, while allowing them to accomplish short-term goals, isn’t beneficial in the long-term. Like, even though some of us managed to hit you, we had to break the rules against hurting teachers to hit you, even though you’re the one who told us to try and hit you. Yeah, like a bad guy who isn’t just some thug, but one of them evil lawyer types! The ones who’d try to use our own code of laws against us. A really, really dirty trick where the bad guy goads us into doing stuff we shouldn’t do, like stealing, breaking laws, or even killing them, so that way they get the last laugh in the end even if we succeed.”

Mamoru thought she hit the nail on the head, assuming that the hammer was a giant rock that she threw onto the general area and just assumed that she hit her mark. In order words, Mamoru was rambling. ”Either way I missed the fun parts.” Mamoru pouted. Tomoe ran in from behind and hugged Mako and Mamoru was tempted to do the same. She even started wriggling her fingers and was in a pouncing stance. However Mako had asked everyone to put the furniture back where they belonged so Mamoru reluctantly did so, moving a few desks back into place and picking up a chair. ”Hai, Akane-sensei.”

@Silver Carrot

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It was quiet as everyone was writing their essays. Donny didn’t have much to do since he finished fairly early. He was tempted to just eat his snacks but he was certain that White Hat wouldn’t like it. He seemed to be a nice enough teacher, a chill kind of guy, but even nice teachers won’t allow students to break rules in their class. Donny ended up just sitting there looking nervous until the last essay was turned in. The meat bag knew he was in for a bad time when he heard the first words out of White Hat’s mouth.

What followed made Donny lay his head on the desk and try to block everyone out. This was worse than reading off the paper; White Hat made it plainly obvious that Donny was hiding something, when he was already trying so hard to hide that secret. He understood the meaning behind it, but White Hat’s hamfisted approach really made Donny just want to dig out of here and hide in a hole for a few days. White Hat didn’t even seem to notice that Donny volunteered to eat all that sewage waste, and instead criticized him for keeping the full extent of his quirk a secret.

The homework that followed didn’t really make Donny feel any better. He wondered if White Hat was really after Donny since the teacher wanted not just video and photo evidence of them using their quirks daily, but also they had to make a presentation. Even if Donny would take White Hat’s words into suggestion, it’s not as if Donny always uses his quirk aside from eating. He doesn’t exactly try to shapeshift or transform into anything aside from his meat bag. Even when he cooks, he uses two hands like he would in his disguise. Donny didn’t do crazy stuff like cooking with two hands, playing on the computer with another, reading a book, and brushing his teeth with multiple limbs. He’s been trying to live as a “Normal” person for these past ten years. His daily routine would reflect that.

”Dammit, this sucks balls.”

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White Hat waited patiently behind his desk as the students filled out their papers and turned them in. After each one was handed in he made sure to give them a good, solid read. He could already tell most students seem more comfortable writing about their powers rather than discussing it, since it gave them a chance to really think about it than making stuff on the spot. Each student had a fairly solid grasp of their own powers and already had ideas how to best apply them. White Hat seemed mostly content. He waited until the last student finally turned in his sheet before taking a sip of water and holding the papers in his hands. Looking at his students White Hat looked like a grandfather who was about to tell an old story.

”How disappointing.”

It was not a happy story.

”Each of you have a solid grasp of your power and a good idea how to apply them. But very few of you fully utilize the abilities of others to further increase the potential of your abilities. Worse of all, many of you don’t even fully utilize the extent of your powers. You focus too much on one or two, and seem to have forgotten what other abilities you have.”

White Hat looked at the papers again and would speak about them one-by-one, from first to last. That meant Donny was the first to get critiqued. ”Donny Yang. What are you so afraid of?” White Hat was looking at the paper but he could see the boy’s shocked reaction. ”Allow me to be perfectly honest with you; the ability to consume any matter is only part of your quirk. There is much more that you keep hidden for whatever reason. I won’t pry into your personal reasons you hold back, but neither will I tolerate someone who is intentionally withholding their strength. When it comes to heroism, whether that takes the form of fighting a villain or saving others, you must still give it everything you got. Holding back does not mean you’re in control. It means that you’re letting something else determine your best.”

Next up was Acion. White Hat put the stacks of paper down exact for Acion’s response, though this time he did look directly at the boy. ”Acion Nakamiji. It goes without saying that your strongest element is in the sky. Your wings work best uninhibited. Being able to soar through open air, avoiding any treacherous obstacle on the ground, is a blessing most don’t realize. But do not grow complacent of your lofty throne in the skies, lest you forget how to walk with your own two feet. Do not let the perfect be the enemy of the good; just because you cannot fly, does not mean you are powerless. Learn how to utilize your wings in enclosed spaces. Utilize the nature of your feathers. Whatever decision you choose, remember that your wings aren’t there to just serve you. A hero has to be able to help the good and the innocent no matter where they are or what you can do.”

After Acion was Fumika. She actually had quite an extensive essay, even utilizing everyone else’s quirks. Even if she doesn’t fully understand what they could do she had the analytical mind to make use of what she did know, combining their abilities with her own quirk and talents. Indeed, White Hat almost had no criticism for her. Almost. ”Motome Fumika. Your ability to utilize everyone’s quirks to work on reconstruction throughout the city is impressive. Even though you only know a fraction of everyone’s abilities, you work with what you do know to create solutions you otherwise cannot solve on your own, and even so you do utilize others whose abilities can augment your efforts as well. Good job. However just as well, many have abilities they could use to help you, but what can you do to help them? That’s not to say that your Recording is not useful, especially for the example you have given. I did not even expect what you’re doing is possible for you. So it does leave me wondering just what else could you bring to the table? Look that up.”

Kasuke Mina was next, but her entry was terribly short. Knowing her mother White Hat already figured that she’s been drilled about the practical application of her powers, but this was bare bones. Nay, worse than that. At least bones have many pieces to work with. ”Kasuke Mina. Literally anyone could do what you’ve written for me. The purpose of this class is to expand the range of your abilities so that you can deal with issues that you currently aren’t suited for. But simply seeking out survivors, rescuers, and others who may be in the disaster area can be done by anyone with two legs, two hands, and a working pair of eyes. Even your quirk, for all the potential they have, you use as a glorified flashlight. In this class you will go above and beyond whatever your perceived ‘limits’ of your abilities are. And in order to do that you must constantly test your abilities and use them to the fullest. And when you think you’ve reached the apex, keep climbing.”

White Hat put down Mina’s essay and looked at Hitomi. She wasn’t part of the hero course so critiquing her about her quirk in application to heroism wasn’t necessary. However White Hat wasn’t going to pull his punches against her either. ”Maeda Hitomi. Taking care of the children is good, and I imagine that there are many who could use someone who can comfort and console them in such a tragic time. Heroes aren’t just people who fight villains, but those who can inspire the people with their actions and become a beacon of hope. And it is for that reason that your talents could also be used in the field as well. Even though you are in the support class, do not think that your duties would be easier than those in the hero course. Your presence and kindness can not only help those who have taken refuge at the shelter, but can also be used to handle wounded, lost, and fearful children and people who may still be in the disaster area. Do not underestimate the strength of a gentle appearance; many villains borne from tragedy could have been stopped before their fall if they only had a kind soul find them.”

Next up was Haruka, the other technomancy student. White Hat had high hopes for the girl, and she certainly demonstrated the sort of thing White Hat hopes for. But she needs more of a push and perhaps bigger ambitions. Far be it from White Hat to decide her future of course. But he did want the girl to realize that there are many more paths she could take. ”Haruka Sanegeyama. Your technical and mechanical knowledge would be a boon for the various repair and construction workers who would be at the location of the disaster. Even after the battle is over danger is always afoot, and even the tools we use to restore damage done can be dangers themselves. Your ability to assist them would be greatly appreciated. But don’t just consider yourself a tool, my student. You are a craftsman of your own destiny, and when you do not have the right tool for the job, it’ll be you who will make the tool that we need. Keep up the good work.”

Lastly there was Joann. Since she didn’t properly introduce herself last time, White Hat would do the honors. Joann mostly wrote about her quirk, which was good to know, except she didn’t really explain how she’d use it beyond simple things like fending off Looters. At least this class didn’t obsess about fighting looters, and only Joann seemed to used her quirk specifically for that. And she at least mentioned that her speed could also be used to reach people in danger. ”Joann Joruto. You wrote much about your quirk, what you can and can’t do with it, which is good. And it’s good to know that you’re seeking new and different ways to use your quirk. But you didn’t really explain how you would use your quirk in this situation. Making you into a portable generator is the most obvious use, but that is only the tip of the iceberg. Whatever abilities you seek to pursue, I hope you’re successful.”

After finishing his critique on everyone White Hat started passing out the homework for everyone. It was a project essay where students would need to write more about their quirks as well as how they can apply them to their everyday life. Video or photo evidence is needed. It will also be a presentation done at the end of the week, where both the essay and any video or pictures with it must be turned in and shown to the class. There was also additional points that the essay should cover, not only mundane utility. The essay specifies what sort of issues a student has due to their quirk, and what they intend/have done to address the issue. It did not have to be just physical, but also psychological.

”Komei Academy is young, much like you all are. There is still so much unknown about your future, your potential, and the path you will take. But I believe that we all can improve for the better, and not only can we learn more about how to control our powers or how to be a hero. But more about ourselves and our place in the world, the grand scheme of things. Now then class, you may use the rest of your time to work on your homework assignment. I do expect some form of video or image evidence of how you use your quick in your daily life, and if you usually don’t, do try! Practice makes perfect after all. Don’t think of your quirk as some secret technique that can only be used in emergencies, but a part of who you are that you should be proud to show.”

@Conscripts@Silver Carrot@Feyblue@Eggs@Noxx

Even with all of Dulga's planning she had no control of outside forces. She knew that her plan wasn't fool proof either. She could easily see Mako avoiding all of her attacks, and frankly Dulga actually had to rely on some of the other students holding her down just so Dulga could get a hit in. But the one who managed to finally keep Mako in place was none other than Roy. The boy who had gotten defeated by Mina. Probably one of the few boys in class that Dulga didn't have a negative opinion on, and he seemed to be much more competent that his battle had shown. Even if he didn't move until all of this had happened, Dulga couldn't fault him for doing the smart thing and staying out of her way. With Mako stopped Dulga stood just a few feet away from her teacher. Rising her hand towards Mako, Dulga shaped it into a gun, cocking the imaginary hammer back. "Bang."

It seemed like the lesson was over. Mako complimented Dulga for her strategies, even though Dulga only managed to splash Mako with her coffee. That being said, she, Yoshiro, and Roy would all get detention. Dulga especially, not only for attacking Mako, but also throwing two students out of the window and reading confidential school papers. Normally Dulga would object, however upon mentioning the latter charges Dulga kept her tongue still. True she felt rather annoyed that Mako had essentially tricked them into getting into trouble. However it was entirely of Dulga's own initiative to throw students out of the class and to steal a glance at the student papers. She'd serve her time. "Yes sensei." Wiping the dust off her hands and cloak Dulga helped move a few desks back. When Tomoe decided to get a sneak attack on Mako the tall girl signed and went over to Tomoe. "Stop that. Lesson's over. Unless you want trouble." Dulga reached out to pull Tomoe off Mako so that she could get to work getting her things back together. Looking at the thermos on the floor Dulga also picked that up with an extra hand and looked slightly flustered. "Sorry about the Thermos."

@Silver Carrot@liferusher

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Jett had stayed back and watched everything happen, as he held his arm. It started to throb more and more now, He still didn’t think it was broken but hell did it hurt. He watched as takeshi managed to land a hit somewhat. His tactics were quick brutal and unrelenting. Dulga was straight up just trying to annoy the shit out of Ms. Mako. Kaida was so distracted she dived into Dulga trying to get her paper back. And Kenichi went overboard again.

Madness. Pure and simple.

Mako then ended the class as Roy managed to get ahold of her. Explaining those who hit her now have detention. He cocked his head to the side confused now. Glad he didn’t try to hit her… But how did they get detention for doing what she asked? Was this another trick or test?

He lifted some chairs that were knocked over with his feet and pushed them in. Straightening the desks when she asked. He was just ready to get back to his room now and take a nap maybe. His eyes went wide though when Tomoe suddenly grabbed mako from behind. His face reddening at the sight. A split second wished it was him, but he pushed that thought quickly out of his mind and moved to his desk,

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Takeshi was surprised that his bokken actually managed to cut open her sweater. He felt the edge of the blade to see if he made a mistake and found out he didn’t. Must have been a old sweater or cheap one. Still he felt bad for ruining it. He allowed his shadow practice sword to vanish into thin air. A shiver ran down his spine...an after effect of using his quirk. Though short it quickly went away. He watched as the rest of the class joined in, some ignoring the teacher entirely and going after dulga.

He was tempted to jump back in and beat some sense into Kenichi. He saw the look in his eye and it was clearly uncalled for. However, it was over quickly, and no one was hurt from it. He would have to address this with him in their training sessions. It's a look that did not fit a hero at all.

He was then surprised to find out that he had detention for doing what the teacher asked. His normal expressionless face now twisted in confusion and slight anger. For what? Doing what she asked? It paralleled almost exactly with what she was teaching that day though. Villains cheat, or do not keep their word. The whole point of her lesson was on Heros not always doing the heroic thing, but still doing what needed to be done.

He moved one table as he was thinking on this, normally when he was disciplined, there was a clear reason...he was given a goal and if he didn’t achieve it, he was punished. But when He did he would be awarded sometimes. Even his father, as ruthless as he was...upheld this.

He thought back to the words she used. Clearly now that he thought back he realized she never said “come hit me,” but it was more of a question. Though heavily implied by her sentence before and her actions. Yet she turns around and gives them detention. He felt it was wrong of her, and unhealthy for the minds for her to trick them like that.

Roy managed a smirk as he was able to get a hold of Ms.Mako through the chaos, though Mako claimed that class was over as soon as he got in a good position. Roy quickly let go of her, slight burn marks could be seen on her sweater as he let go and the hand retracted back into his tatoos. Roy bit his lip as the Construct disappeared, his hand was completely a bright red color. The boy took his cloak and wrapped it around his hand as a way to disperse the heat, he sat on a desk letting the others clean up the desks as he tend to his hand. Apparently for touching the teacher he had detention, as he held his hand he let out a deep sigh, "Thats pretty sadistic of you Ms.Mako,
punishing us for putting your lesson into effect. You weren't even trying neither". The boy thought back to when she lept from a building to retrieve Lysander, Ms.Mako was extremely agile. Certainly she was capable of dealing with all of them if she wanted, he was kinda mad that he was getting punished for trying to break things up."Though my quirk did come in contact with, I didn't harm you in any way so I don't think I should exactly be charged with detention since I went about this humanly and didn't cause any damage." Roy folded his arms gritting his teeth, his attention was broken when a little girl came from behind and grabbed Ms.Mako...inappropriately. She laughed trying to mock a cliche evil villain, Roy immediately recognized who ti was.

Roy hopped of the desk and made his way over to Tomoe, "who knew we would be in the same class. Let alone same hero school" Roy said with a warming grin as he faced the small girl. "My hair was much shorter back then but do you remember me?" Roy said chuckling and scratching the back of his head. He was still mad about the whole thing but seeing a long time friend doing well helped the mood. Roy turned over to face Dulga who was fixing the room, "You scared me, I thought you were losing it. Are you alright though? You didn't get hurt did ya?" Roy recalled her making a face when both her and Ms.Mako had a hand on the thermos. He looked over to the front where Kaida was, "You too. You okay?" he asked her as well.

@Norschtalen@liferusher@Silver Carrot@Heartfillia


The principal came over the intercom, Good evening students, I hope you guys had a good first day of class. I know I did! There are plenty of things to do afterschool at Komei. I recommend though that get everything set up in your dorm room first before you participate in any other activites. Have a good day everybody!" you could hear him hang up the intercom and what followed next was the bell ringing signaling the end of the day. Students would be heading over to the dorms to setup their rooms and also meet their roommates for the school year.


There were multiple boarding houses at Komei and they were divided by class. The first floor of the house was the Lobby room ,the stairs led up to the second and third floors and there is even an elevator in lobby for students to travel in, the lobby room also led to a Kitchen and Living room. The second floor are where the boys dorms are while the third floor held the girls dorms.Dorms at Komei academy were more spacious than other boarding schools, they were made more spacious as to allow students of all types enough breathing room. Certain rooms had beds specially accommodated for those with quirks that have special needs to be met in order to sleep comfortably. On each side of the dorm room there is a closet for each student. They are also encouraged to decorate the room however they like as long as they don't vandalize anything. Each dorm room also had a half bath included with 2 sink half bathrooms. There was also a toilet room with lockable door for privacy.

@Noxx@Artymis@Zeroth@Ryonara@rechonq@Norschtalen@Conscripts@Aerandir@Riegal@Eggs@Aerandir@Lucius Cypher@Heartfillia@Silver Carrot@Luna@Feyblue

The chaos was finally over. Kamina felt so excited when his name was listed amongst those who hit the teacher. His heart sank again when he was told the prize was detention. It was true they shouldn't hit teachers. Even if goaded, it was inappropriate to hit a teacher in class. She never actually said to hit her either. She just asked if anyone could. He only poked her though. He was happy again when she said he didn't have detention. He managed to hit her and follow the rules. He leaned back in the chair with a content smile.

There was still a little craziness happening. Tomoe finally woke up through everything. It was amazing that she slept through it all anyways. She popped up and wrapped her arms around Ms. Mako, squeezing her breasts in the process. Ms. Mako was good looking and very well endowed. Watching her blessings being squeezed was very evocative. He sat up straight now. He was going to get up and help push desks back, but he didn't feel comfortable standing yet. Fortunately, Dulga pulled the girl off of her. Kamina quickly calmed himself before getting out of her chair and helping.

The loudspeakers came on while reorganizing the desks. The principal was telling them there was a lot of after school activities, but today they should go set up their rooms first. The class bell rang soon after. He continued to help until the classroom was completely cleaned before heading to his room. He was a little worried to meet his roommate. He wondered who it could be.

Once the class was clean, he gathered his things and headed for his room. He had no trouble finding it in the dorms. Everything was so nice. He didn't expect anything less though. His roommate hadn't arrived yet. "Yes! First pick", he celebrated as he walked over to the far bed. He wasn't sure what the benefits of each bed were, but he just felt like taking this one. He unloaded some school supplies and his laptop on the desk. He put all of his clothes in the dresser and hung his jackets and nicer clothes in the closet. It didn't take him very long. He didn't have any decorations or posters or anything. The room was sort of bland and empty so far, but maybe his roommate would change that.

He sat down on his bed and waited for his roommate to show. Several small lights floated around him. "Well, you all were pretty good today."

"You focused for most of the day. Plus, we thought you could have a day. Don't expect things to be easy from us now though."

"Yeah, you get excited like that again, and even I will be all over Ms. Mako."

"Shut up!"

@Zeroth

ACION

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Acion listened to the teacher's comments with concentration, his eyes peered into his, locked into each other as the words travelled through his ears, to the brain that released the neuron signals allowing him to respond with his thoughts. And not all of it was positive.

For the first time ever since the start of this lesson, the winged boy actually disagreed with the teacher. White Hat had told him to utilize the wings in enclosed space. That's a point. But the fact that he was disappointed because Acion did not approach to rescue those underground was completely out of place. This is a disaster area. He was putting the class inside a disaster area, where everything was a total mess that needed to be cleaned up, and people inside that area who needed help. If the whole disaster took place inside a tunnel, then Acion's best course of action would, obviously, be entering the tunnel to save people. But here, you have other people for the job. Donny, for example, was at least four times better in tunnels and stuff, while he and the rest could not fly like Acion did. What White Hat had been doing was dictating his own view on Acion's mind on his quirk capability based on a loosely related test exercise. That's the part he did not agreed with White Hat on his reviews. He knew how to walk, he knew how to utilize his wings in enclosed space with maximum efficiency. And he would no doubt jump into that tunnel to save others. It's just that he wasn't the best man for the job here.

But oh well, he could not really help it. Teachers weren't always perfect. Besides, that was only a minus point in a very helpful lesson. But the home assignment was...well...inconvenient. He said that each students would need evidence for the presentation. Pictures, videos, or both. But the task would require two people to do it, unless you want to selfie while doing your job. Not a good thing to put inside your presentation either. Acion could also buy a GoPro camera so that he doesn't need to hold the camera on his hand, but since he just poured most of his savings into buying his training armor, he could not afford both a GoPro or even a camera. The only thing he had in his possession that could help him with was an old iPhone. Hopefully, that will do. But that means he have to have someone to do it with him.

"Well...I guess I'll ask whoever will be my roommate to do it."

Let fate decide this.

Acion packed everything he had on the table and headed out. To the dorm section. His room would apparently be on the second floor. He had heard a few times from Aurelia that the dorm room was known to be the best among all boarding schools. She had once described it to be like heaven. That's her words though. Let's see if her words really are true.

"Tch." Kenichi grit his teeth and began to move his share of the room back into place. What was that bullcrap? When he thought about Mamoru's explanation, he had to begrudgingly admit it made sense--Obsidian's lesson had been all about how Villains didn't play by rules, how they were unfair. And of course you couldn't trust them. So "who thinks they can hit me?" was, funnily enough, exactly what it sounded like--a question, not a challenge. So, like a villain daring the hero to step forward--right into a pitfall trap--the students who had managed to land a hit on her got detention for striking a teacher outside of official sanction. And like Mamoru had theorized, there was also the whole long-term goal versus short-term satisfaction thing too.

Why can't I be smart like that? the blue hair questioned himself. He noticed Yashiro's disapproving glance, but didn't meet the other boy's eyes. Ever since the training at Echo, he had been down on himself for not using his Quirk more intelligently. And now, after being tricked by a Villain, and only avoiding the punishment some of the others got because, unlike them, he just hadn't been good enough rather than because he had seen through any kind of trick, he was angry. Mostly at himself.

First impression's the most important--so is this first day how it's gonna be my whole time here? Maybe being a physical type who was only good at punching stuff, lifting stuff, and moving fast was his limit. Maybe he couldn't "go beyond," like All Might, because this was all he had to offer.

Fuck that.

As the principal's voice came over the intercom, ending the class and directing students to their dorms, Kenichi grabbed his schoolbag roughly, holding it over his shoulder with one hand while the other was jammed into his pocket. Slouching and scowling like a typical delinquent, he headed out the door as quickly as Madame Obsidian allowed.

As he made his way to the dorms, he stopped in the lobby where students' belongings had been brought in on dollies and found his suitcase with its Komei ID tag. Hauling it over his other shoulder--with a few heavy thumping sounds from inside it--he made his way to his room only to find that he wasn't the first one there. That seemed to be a trend today too.

"Yoshida Kenichi, comin' through!" he called as he bumped the door open with his knee and headed inside. It turned out his room mate was the soft spoken guy who didn't emote much. Though he had heard multiple voices, it seemed like only one other person was in here--but there was some kind of light show going on, presumably related to the other guy's Quirk. The far bed and one side of the closets had been claimed, but that didn't really matter to Kenichi. He simply let his suitcase thump down on the other bed, hung his school bag from the other edge of the long desk, and started unpacking his own stuff.

Those heavy thumps turned out to be from two dumb bells, each one weighing 30 kilograms. Then there was a bundle of resistance bands, ranging from 10 to 70 kilos, and a box of those special face masks designed to limit one's breathing during aerobic exercises so that their heart and lungs would be forced to work harder. Then the spare uniforms and regular clothes, a New 3DSXL, a motivational poster with, of course, All Might's monstrously buff figure plastered over the caption, some miscellaneous school supplies, toiletries, a pair of running shoes, and a couple of books on body building and athletics. And then, a second poster. Surprisingly, this one bore the face of the unpopular hero whose results nonetheless couldn't be argued with, the eternal number 2, Endeavor. Much like Madame Obsidian's example in Villain Psych, Kenichi had grown more fond of Endeavor after what had happened to his father for one reason: The fiery hero didn't take any shit from evil doers and had no qualms about beating them down.

"Nice to meetcha. Sorry, I never got your name in class." Kenichi said while he put his things away and tried to decide on a good spot for his posters. Hopefully the other guy wouldn't mind him putting them up. After Ayato-kun introduced himself, Kenichi started to change into some workout clothes and fastened one of the breathing masks over his chin.

"Well, I hope ya don't mind, but as you can see I'm the type who works out a lot." he gestured to the weights now stacked in the bottom of the closet. "I tend to get up around five every morning. Will that bother you?"

Once he was done with the introductions and pleasantries, Kenichi planned to hit the Gymnasium for a bit. He had to work off this anger and frustration somehow, and if he wasn't going to catch up to everyone else in the brain power department, the only thing he could think to do was make it so that what he did, he did better than anybody else possibly good. If strength and speed were his only good points, then he was going to push them through the roof.

“Tip of the iceberg huh” Joann thought to herself slumping back into her chair, putting her fingers under her chin and looking off to the side, though she didn’t care about the idea of being a battery for light she wasn’t completely opposed to it, in fact the only reason it wasn’t written down in the first place was because she didn’t think of it. If it was possible for her to unload energy in a constant stream to supply power from a generator could it be possible to release it in higher quantities of constant streams or long ranged bursts. The rest of lecture in class became a source of indiscernible gurgling as these thoughts swam around in JoJo’s head the thought of that form she took on in the gym kept picking with her the more the day went on, she concluded that was what would happen if she absorbed enough electrical energy.

“Is there something beyond that?” she thought making a grumbling noise, looking up seeing the other students taking notes or actually listening while Joann was doodling in a notebook jotting down ideas of what more she could accomplish. Sooner or later the announcement came on dismissing class and suggesting that the students pack up their things and head to their dorm rooms before engaging in other activities. “Oh Bother” Joann said aloud after being forced back into reality by the announcement, though it was a good idea. Scratching the back of her head, she stood up from her chair and began to make her way to the dorms, even though she didn’t have many things to go in the room itself other than a few cloths and a real grade model kit she hadn’t started yet.

Walking along the path to get to the dorms themselves JoJo felt a familiar shot through her body indicating her quirk was done taking a nap. “Well, now, it’s about time” JoJo said, looking down at her hand curling her fingers up into a fist, she never thought she’d miss her troublesome quirk till now, the very thought of having it back inspired her to walk faster towards the lobby eventually pushing the doors open.

Mina was the first to arrive at the dorms. She’d been chided for not giving a more detailed answer to that boring stock question,. She knew she needed to try her best regardless of how easy or mundane she found things, but...she didn’t know. She just needed a bit of time to actually relax or think. A lot had happened today, and Mina was finally glad for some alone time. She allowed herself a smile as she walked through the chandeliered lobby. It reminded her a little of her own lobby, and she found herself getting pangs of homesickness, which she quickly brushed away. This was the path to becoming a Hero. She had wanted to leave home for years to be able to come here. And now, after one day, she couldn’t possibly be missing it!

When Jojo entered too, Mina turned round to see who had entered, and recognised her as one of the other students in Quirk App. If she remembered correctly, they were also to share a room. ”Jo, right? I think we’re roommates. What did you think of that class?” Mina asked, while still walking up the staircase towards the rooms, albeit slowly.

JoJo had been already through the door and on her way to the stairs when a girl she hadn’t met yet, just sort of appeared in front of her and began to inquire about the class she was coming from, indicating she herself was in that very same class. Unlike JoJo herself this girl knew her name and worse yet paid attention to the lecture, her walking pace slowed down and matched hers.

“Not going to lie to you, White Hat said something about my quirk that caught my attention and after that I spent the entire class theory crafting” she said, taking the first few steps on the staircase “What about you?” she asked out of courtesy.

Mina shrugged in response, and looked back towards the stairs as she advanced a few more steps, before looking back at JoJo ”I did those kinds of exercises all the time with my mom. I came here to learn new and inventive ways to use my quirks, not think up even more entirely by myself. I hope he doesn’t do this every week. What need would I have for this class if I just get asked to come up with applications by myself ever lesson? How many different ways can you even use the ability to glow?”

JoJo let out a small giggle before stifling it clearing her through “No clue, I grew up with a single quirkless father on a mountain, so when I got my quirk I found the easiest thing it could be used for and ran with it” she explained continuing to walk up the stairs “Who knows, he might make us do some type of quirk flexibility exercise, if it's as boring as the second half of his lecture I can feel my attendance dropping already” Joann said simply not making a single attempt to color her words differently “I shorted myself out earlier breaking the gym and all so I could use some type of lessons on utilization, for another time I guess; say isn’t that our room?” JoJo asked pointing down the hallway.

Mina nodded, reaching the door and opening it first. Her luggage was already here, having been sent up, and there was a lot of it. Three suitcases full, and said suitcases looked really expensive! Mina ignored them for now, however, and kicked her shoes off before laying down on her bed. ”Wow, I’m more tired than I realised. Then again, I haven’t really rested properly all day, and a lot has happened. You weren’t there for the morning’s exercise, were you? That was especially tiring.”

So, this was how the other half lived, the suitcases were indeed very high class even gold trimmed around the edges. JoJo didn’t have many things outside of the bare minimum needed all of which was stuffed into two medium sized duffle bags both looked fairly torn and worn out from years of use. “Yeah, I woke up and went straight to class” Joann explained dumping her clothes all over her bed and beginning to sort, fold and place them in their respective place in the dresser or closet. Her clothes seemed just a ragged and torn as the packaging they were in, it was painfully obvious the schoolgirl uniform she wore with her initial emblazoned across the sash was probably the newest thing she owned thus far. The second bag of luggage was more objects rather than clothing, that model kit she hadn’t built and a pair of dark tinted purple aviator shades which drew a smile from her usually stoic face. “Well, I find myself in need more than usual, so exorcise sounds fun for the first time actually” JoJo explained donning her signature shades and stepping back over towards the door “I guess I’ll run around the campus a few times to get a charge going.... I’ll see ya later on”

Mina watched her go, still lying on her bed, and lay there for a while longer, staring at JoJo’s possessions. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew that most people were not rich, but to see this selection of possessions from her roommate up close...it was hard to ignore. She felt pity for her new roomie, and after a brief moment of thought, hopped off her bed, took some running shoes out of her case and slipped them on, and then ran after JoJo. She could rest properly when she was asleep. Besides, a run might be good for her right now. ”JoJo, wait! I’ll run with you!” she called out when she caught up.

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Mako grinned as the students gradually began to figure it out. She had never once given them permission to hit her. They will remember this. This feeling of outrage in an unfair defeat. May heroes don't feel it until they fight a villain face to face, but by that point, after having took her class, all of these students will be unfazed by it. And that's if they ever get duped by a villain. Just because Mako was a thief who fought with Heroes and evaded justice doesn't mean she was comfortable with murderers, thugs, and organised criminals roaming the country. She wanted the next generation of Heroes to take down as many Villains at they could, even the thieves, because if they couldn't evade capture for committing crimes, they didn't deserve to be free. That's how Mako's twisted morality worked. If you could get away with stealing it, you deserve no punishment, but only if, and she wasn't going to make it easy for any future thieves to outdo her, dammit!

Dulga apologized, all traces of villainy gone as she rather meekly looked sorry. Mako put her hand on the girl's shoulder and smiled. "It is not easy to get under a villain's skin. Don't be sorry for that ability, harness it and use it for good. When villains lost control of the situation and go angry, that's when they're most vulnerable. You're looking to be a top student in this class."

And that's exactly when she was groped from behind by Tomoe. Mako's facial expression didn't change, but her aura suddenly became intense. "Kishimoto Tomoe," she started calmly, "Double detention, and if you don't let go in five seconds, that'll be triple."

Despite her seeming anger, Mako was actuaqlly trying not to chuckle. This girl honestly reminded Mako a lot of herself at that age; sleeping in class, half-assing answers, and especially the groping people from behind. Tomoe was one to watch.

"Alright, class dismissed. Good job today, everyone!"

@liferusher@Zeroth@Conscripts@rechonq@pkken@Aerandir@Norschtalen@Lucius Cypher

Dulga had stayed after class to help Mako clean up, even getting brooms and mops to clean up the crushed chalk and coffee stains. Mako's words about Dulga's ability to get under her enemy's skin made her feel just a little bit better. Admittedly Dulga wasn't really too good at the "socializing" thing, as she always worried that she'd somehow annoy people just by the way she talks. But Dulga supposed that if she could goad villains into making mistakes because of it, she'd try to hone that skill. Somehow. Her face even grew a touch pink and a little bit warmer when she heard Mako call her one of the top students of her class. Compliments wasn't something that Dulga got a lot, at least not serious ones. Even her own parents tend to only give her reports about her abilities about things like her mistakes and flaws. The closest thing to a compliment she's really received was with her mother, when she would say things like "Good shot" or "Nice hit". It was a good feeling.

Dulga would be the last student to leave Mako's class, staying behind with the teacher. Dulga did get her own things ready to go but before she left she looked towards the thief. Once more Dulga's expression returned to their neutral state, but her eyes had a hint of fire. There was still one unfinished piece of business she had to attend to. Dulga didn't waste words. "Do you know about the swordsman who killed my mother?" Dulga couldn't be certain if that question on Mako's quiz was just a coincidence or purposely put down there to tell Dulga something. Unconsciously to even Dulga, it was that question that made her act rather aggressively to Mako. It made her think that somehow Mako was an accomplice or at least knew more than what Dulga knew about the situation. She had no proof of course, and that was perhaps one of those few moments were Dulga's own emotions undermine the girl and influences her decision without being obvious.

"I'm not angry at you. But I do have questions. Please answer them." Dulga had unconsciously positioned herself in front of the door. It was just a hunter's instinct when stalking prey; block the exits. And while Mako could always just dive out of the window, the teacher should know very well how Dulga deals with windows and people near them. "As a teacher of Villain Psyche, and a former villain yourself, I know you know who I'm talking about. I... I need to know more about him."

@Silver Carrot

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After everything had happened she folded the paper and stuffed it in her blazer. She didn't want anyone to see it ever again… she looked at Dulga surprised that she even tried reading it. She seemed so sweet and caring before. But now she seemed totally opposite of that.

Roy asked if she was ok and she nodded with a slight smile. Yes thank you. at least he was still sweet. She was glad she didn't try and join in, she didn't want detention at all . She helped cleaned up a little bit but when the bell rang she went to the door quickly and decided to take a longer way back to the dorm. The events of the day played over her head and she sighed… it was a long and rough one. Though it was clear she made a few friends. Which made her smile. Perhaps some enemies as well, as she thought of Mina. She didn’t know what to think about Dulga… She blushed as she then thought of Jett and Roy. Both were sweet and kind in their own way. No boys ever did anything or said anything to her like they did. Even Ezra, he was kind in his way as well buying her food. Acion was odd...but nice.

She was glad the day was over, not realizing how tired she really was. She came to the dorm as mina and another girl in shades come out jogging...in their uniforms? That was odd, but she didn’t say anything. Mina didn’t like her clearly, and the other girl if they were together probably wouldn’t like her either. She watched them leave and had a slight pain in her chest as she thought she wished she had a friend like that...despite moments before confirming to herself she had made a couple new friends.

She had walked into the dorm hall and straight to her room. She placed her sword on a mount just on her desk and began unpacking. Packing was the hardest thing for her as she knew she wouldn’t have the space for her clothes like she did at home, so picking what outfits she had was brutal. But she managed to fit them in her closet and drawers. She took this time to change her outfit, out of her skirt and white blouse and blazer into her tan riding pants, Which only made her miss her horses at home, and a more loose flowy white blouse.

She tied her hair into a ponytail and continued on unpacking. Putting up a LARGE poster of The Frenchman over her bed, when he was much younger and still had blonde hair. She admitted she did have a slight crush on the younger version of him...even though he was still dashing with his grey hair. She smiled a little thinking back to when she actually spoke to him and then moved on, placing a picture of Jean Renee, Catherine and herself on her desk and her laptop as well. She also placed a wet stone and oil on the desk, meant for cleaning and sharpening her sword.

She then placed a few of her favorite books on the shelf, and with that she fell back onto her bed. Sighing as she did so as she looked at her new room. She would get around to checking out the rest of the dorm hall. But for now she just wanted to lay down. Forgetting she left the door open the entire time.

After finishing his announcement Mr.hisakawa made his way over to Ms.Makos class to talk with Takeshi, “Mr.Yashiro I need to have a word with you, care to talk and walk?” the old mans said with his arms folded behind his back. “Trust me you're not in trouble.” He peered inside the classroom and saw a few class 1-A students.

Ezra hadn’t really been doing much throughout the rest of the lesson. He had suspect ed that something might occur had he tried to get involved in hitting the teacher, especially given the way that she phrased it and he wasn’t trying to do more than he already had, so he sat down and observed. Mako was dodging these clowns with ease, he could tell that she was head and shoulders above them in ability. He was confident that he could have landed a hit, even if she tried to dodge it merely due to the nature of his quirk, but the way that she moved and her sheer athleticism shocked him. It was above even himself. He had to give her a nod for that, he was truly impressed by her own ability. He figured that she’d be good to learn from given how strong she was.

When the bell rang however, he figured that he’d leave. He hadn’t tried to hit her or cause a mess, and no-one had dared to try and throw him out the window or anything of the sort. He would have knocked them straight out, and he was glad that he didn’t have to given that he had to go and clean up the mess in the cafeteria. He ended up speeding down toward the cafeteria, waiting near a table for the principal to come down and give him the key. He supposed that the quicker that he got this done with, the better.

Takeshi ignored the idea of even participating in Makos twisted detention. Not the way she handled it Admittedly he was also angry at himself for not seeing the obvious trap. After finishing cleaning up he noticed the tall guy leaving the room without a word. Abnormally tall, which was strange to see at least two of them in the same class. He did note however he had a certain air about him, He did not grow up in fancy homes like many of these kids did. But he did not have the same air about him Takeshi himself had.

He glanced at the door when he heard his name to see the principal asking for him. He immediately thought of his little sister, a sudden wave of terror came over him internally, but he halted himself, forcing himself to see how the principle was standing and his tone of voice. It wasn’t bad news at all. Nodding he moved towards the teacher without even glancing back at Ms Mako. Once in the hall and they began to walk he asked, “What is this about Sensei?”

Mr.Hisakawa smiled, “just wanting to see how you were doing, how are you liking the students in your class? Interesting enough for ya?” Mr.Hisakawa said as the two heading for the cafeteria. “I was curious to see how your first day had gone in your new life. Mind telling me?” He asked the young man.

He looked at the older man for a moment. He wasn’t used to just….talking. His father was not one to walk and talk… It was all business with that man. He walked in the same manner as Mr.Hisakawa. Hands folded behind his back. [color=bc8dbf]I-I am enjoying as much as I expected Sensei Hisakawa. Despite Mako Senesi trap at the end… I do admit though...most of these students surprisingly in lack of control of themselves.” He admitted. However he was one who had a far different experience growing up. He tended to forget that he was the odd one out.

The man chuckled, “Well yes of course compared to you anyone else would seem lacking control. The energetic ones are apart of class 1-A, they carry a different aura and grit around them. Quick to leap into action. I was thinking of transferring you into their class. I believe they can take some notes from you and you can learn some things from them as we'll. You’re only 16 though you have are much more mature than the others because of what you have been through.i think you can learn a thing or two on having fun and letting loose as a teen after a long day's work. Besides I have already seen you befriending Reina Moro. Did you know she is my niece by the way? Anywho, would you like to be transferred to class 1-A?” The man asked the boy

Takeshi listened carefully as he explained he wanted to transfer him to 1-A. A memory clicked in his head, Wasn’t Reina in that class? He put it to the side for a moment, when he explained how he thought Takeshi could help them out, just because he was more mature? It probably was more of learning control and keeping a calm head in battle… someone with experience in a real fight. But also it was for him to relax more? Why? When he had the time to train and become a better fighter to protect his sister, wouldn’t that be more effective use of his time?

He did mention the fact he noticed him befriending Reina, and adding to the fact that he was her uncle. He straightened up just slightly at hearing this. Reina was related to the

principle? It actually made sense with how powerful her quirk was, but the stark comparison between their personalities made it so one would never think they were related. Was that another reason he wanted him in her class? To befriend her? He decided to ask, as he was one to really say what was on his mind. ”I wouldn’t mind to be transferred to 1-A. If they are more challenging than my fellow 3-A Students. I would prefer that.” He had defeated most of his fellow students in this morning's exercise.

He then glanced up to the principle.” Is that another reason then? For me to continue to befriend your niece? She does seem extremely shy for one to be related to you.”

“No other ulterior motive but to further your character as a hero and a human being. Reina is unique I admit but that is everyone in my family. Though when I was her age I was completely opposite of her. I was blunt and arrogant but only because of my upbringing. We aren't much different, both our fathers only saw us as tools to do their dirty work. I do love Reina dearly though I am an principal first so I won't hold her hand. You can befriend her if you want it's your choice. I'll make your transfer though, you will be on the second floor if you don't mind you and michiko being on the boys floor. “

Takeshi nodded, he just wanted to be sure. Though he did agree that she was unique. He was slightly surprised when he mentioned he was arrogant and blunt. But he guessed it was normal, many people change over the years. He was more interested in his next comment that their parents saw them as tools. It sounded oddly familiar to his own father. It would seem he and Riena had more in common than he thought.

He then mentioned that he would be staying on the second floor with the boys...as it made sense for him, it did not for his 14 year old sister. “Sensei, Is that wise putting a young girl in the same floor as the more ‘energetic’ boys? I’ve seen at least one, who hits on any girl that walks by him. Things might not go well if he tries that with Michiko.

Mr.Hisawaka laughed, “Well it’s the best I could do for your situation since you want to keep an eye on Michiko, just don’t kill anyone or break anything and we should be fine. You both will have to move your belongings over to the 1-A dorm.” The two of them reached the cafeteria and Mr.Hisawaka opened the door, it was a mess just like how it was before at Lunch time. “Its nice to see you again Mr.Jasekade” the old man reached into his pocket and handed the boy the keys to the storage room. “Cleaning supplies and extra tables are in the storage room. You can go ahead and put the broken items in the trash, you’ll see it if you walk through the cafeteria kitchen”. He turned back to Takeshi. “Any other questions or concerns?”

Takeshi shook his head and said, ”No you’ve made it clear. Thank you. I shall go retrieve Michiko and move to 1-A building.” He bowed his head and turned to walk towards the dorm buildings.

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As the other students and teachers were going about their day, Donny was seen waiting around the cafeteria. His motives weren’t related to eating though, but rather to assist in cleaning the place up. He desired to try and take the first steps into being more assertive about his actions, and to do so he wanted to correct his cowardice previously. While he can’t say he agreed to how his fellow students reacted to A2’s shenanigans, Donny felt more ashamed that he wanted them to flee rather than stand their ground. As Donny waited around he eventually ran into Ezra, who seemed to be waiting for someone too. ”Ah. Ezra. F-Fancy meeting you here.”

Ezra let out a small sigh before the principal had spoken to him. He hadn’t taken particularly long, but he was slightly annoyed. When he had received his instructures, he was about to follow them before Donny had came and spoken to him. He was surprised, he hadn’t made much of the fat boy and he was surprised that he had even known his name. He’d remembered most of the people in the class out of necessity from hearing the register so he knew when to answer, but he was quite a weird being. He remembered him munching on a pack of chips, and from what he remembered, he was the reason that the building came down from his punch.

“What’s up? Don’t take too long cause I’ve gotta clean this place up and I’m starvin’.” he spoke as he swung the keys on his index finger.

“Y-Yeah! I'm here to h-h-help ya.” Donny stammered. He looked rather nervous and frankly he was scared of Ezra. He was one of those thuggish types that Donny never liked to be around. But he was also a fellow student and, while he certainly was a brute, Donny knew he was just standing up for his class. Hopefully this would give Donny a chance to get to know him better. “I-I-It’s a big place, probably take ya all n-n-n-n-night to do it yourself.”

Ezra looked at Donny surprised. He had no idea why the fuck he was trying to help him, but quite frankly, he was not complaining. He just hoped he wouldn’t get in the way, but he seemed competent enough to clean a room. Perhaps he could just eat everything and save him the trouble. He didn’t see an issue with it, and it’d be a breeze with two people. He was thinking of throwing Jett in here and making him help as well, so the fact he didn’t have to go and do that was excellent.

“Alright then, I ain’t sayin’ no to free help. Let’s go and get the gear then.” he spoke as he made his way to the storage room and got the spare furniture out preemptively in order to replace the tables. He saw no need to clean it up first, that would only cause problems as he got out everything he needed.

“Alright, let’s clean it up now. We got what we need, the principal just told me to throw the broken shit in the trash so if you wanna help me out with that it’d be nice. I don’t need you to move the furniture for me though, you’ll just get in my way.” he spoke as he moved over to the tables and started collecting it in order to throw it out.

“Yeah, o-okay.”] Donny followed Ezra inside and looked around. The place was pretty dirty all things considered and not just Ezra’s mess either. Spilled food from other students, napkins littering the floor, crushed fruit and wrappers all over the place. Ezra was going to go replace the table that was broken, having already brought in the new table. Now he was going to go leave to toss the broken one. “Ah, that’s good.” Donny thought to himself. ”That’ll make this next part easier for me.”

Taking a trash bag out from one of the trash can Donny walked over to where Ezra had kicked the table into the wall. There was food splatter all over the place. ”I’ll take c-c-c-care of this!” Donny shouted as Ezra went to toss the broken table. Donny waited until he was out of sight before he took a deep breath and got out of his meat suit. Without soap and water getting these stains out was going to be tough. But using just his body Donny could lick the walls and floor spotless. Pouncing on the location Donny was quickly able to eat up the stains around the area, and even did a one-over on the new table Ezra brought, eating up dust. Figuring that he could do this relatively quickly Donny also started moving around the rest of the cafeteria and ate anything that was on the floor there, even eating stuff off from underneath the table like old gum and such. Donny made sure to bring the trashback and his meat bag with him just in case Ezra arrived a bit early.

Unfortunately for Donny(and perhaps Ezra), Ezra had arrived again around the time Donny was cleaning the place, and he had no idea what was going on. He was moving a table and quite frankly wasn’t exactly bothered by whatever he was witnessing, given as it was cleaning the place. He had zero complaints about something doing a job, regardless of who it was. Moving around him, he went to clean up another table, picking it up and bringing it over to the trash.

Donny had been busy munching on some leftover spare ribs when he near the table squeak behind him. It was Ezra. Donny dove behind cover and hastily stuffed himself back into his Meat Bag, rising up before his body had fully filled out his body. Parts of his body was saggy and limp and Donny was stuttering massively. ”Ezra! I-I-I-I d-d-didn’t expect you so s-s-s-soon! H-H-H-Hey! S-S-S-So uh, w-what’s up?” Donny managed to form up completely,

Ezra gave a slightly hint of shock when the blob became Donny. He guessed that was his quirk, but he didn’t really care even though he seemed to be very shy about it. He figured he wouldn’t speak on it given as he was so uncomfortable around him already in his other form, he figured he might pop if he brought it up.

“I’m good man, but don’t mind me. Just keep doing whatever the hell you was just doing, I ain’t care about whatever the hell that just was. Pretend I’m not here if it helps ya concentrate.” he spoke as he put down the second table. The cleaning was all but done at this point with only a few more things to fix up

Ezra was taking this oddly well. Donny guessed that maybe people were just more accepting. Donny just quietly ducked behind the table, transformed back into his true self, and cleaned up the place. Assuming that Ezra doesn’t bother him, Donny would be done cleaning the place up in about thirty or so minutes, just eating everything on the floor and underneath the tables. “I guess maybe I was just worrying too much. Yeah. It’s not like when you were a kid. These guys are more mature than then Donny. They shouldn’t freak out as badly around you.” Donny sort of gulped, as much as an amorphous blob could do such a thing. Maybe… He doesn't need to hide anymore.

Ezra and Donny had finished the cleaning, the furniture had been replaced and disposed of, and the rest of the food had also been gotten rid of. Ezra wiped his brow and looked at Donny. He appreciated people who worked hard, regardless of whether they were part of a situation or not and regardless of his appearance and various questionable deeds throughout the day, Ezra couldn’t bring himself to dislike the kid. He had a good ethic, even if it didn’t always show.

“Thanks for the help mate.I owe ya one.” he spoke as he let out a satisfied smile and began walking toward his dorm.

”Y-yeah, d-dude. See ya a-a-around?” Donny said nervously as Ezra left. Donny returned to his normal form, shuffled around the room a bit, and then left the cafeteria. He needed to do some grocery shopping so he was going to head over to the supermarket. His coupons would only be good until nine tonight.

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Takeshi quickly made his way to the 3-A Dorm where his sister was staying. Walking in he could smell freshly baked cookies, he smiled as he walked towards the kitchen seeing his sister finishing up cleaning the dishes she used, with a large pile of cookies cooling on racks. Her hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, with an apron covered in flower and left over dough.

He walked over and reached for a cookie which somehow, she managed to sense and flicked a spoon covered in water at him. “Those are for your classmates Takeshi!” she said in a stern voice.

He pulled back unintentionally as the water sprayed onto his face. Blinking for a few times. Before saying, “Not these classmates… Apparently The principal wants me in A-1 now.”

Michiko looked at him confused,”Why?”

“Apparently, My experience can help them, and they can help me be more ‘relaxed.” He said wiping his face.

“I don't see how that is possible.” Michiko giggled” Are we moving right now then?”

Takeshi nodded, “I'll get our stuff ready.”

About a half hour later they were ready, as their belongings fit into a few suitcases. Which Takeshi carried while Michiko carried the newly baked cookies. They walked into the main hall of 1-A. Takeshi looked around, he actually didn’t catch which room on the second floor they would be taking.
“Now what?” Michiko asked as she looked up to her big brother.

“Well I can go look for the rooms while you set the cookies out. Perhaps find the den mother, she might know where we are staying.” He answered, glancing at her with a slight smile.

Nodding she went towards the kitchen. While he went to the elevator.

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Jett left as the bell rang, He instead of going straight to his room, went to the front gate and waited for his mother to drop off his stuff. She was not there, like she said, and so he waited.

“Uhh, hey”, Kenichi’s entrance was pretty bold and a little surprising.

”Wow, he looks fun.”

”I know. He seems so happy and fun.”

“Shh”, he hushed them as Kenichi began to unpack. He had a lot more stuff. A lot of it was work out gear. That was actually a really good idea. Kamina needed to work out a lot more. If he was going to be the best, he needed to grow more than just his quirk. Exercising himself would be just as important. Studying was going to be really important too. There was already a lot to take in today. If he kept practicing, he might even be a marksman by the end of the year too.

Kenichi started talking to him. ”Oh, that’s fine. I didn’t really get your name until you just announced it. I’m Ayato Kamina, but I guess you can just call me Kamina.” As roommates, they would probably be around each other a lot, so he figured they wouldn’t need to be formal. He was glad he had gear and posters. It filled the room. He didn’t have anything to decorate the empty walls. Maybe, he could get something later. That would require spending money though. He hated spending money. It really didn’t matter.

”That’s fine. It won’t bother me. Actually, if you don’t care, I’ll join you on your workouts. I really need to start working out more.” Kamina got changed in his workout gear too. He was ready to follow Kenichi to the gym.

”Are you going to introduce us too?”

”Only if he wants to meet you.” He mumbled back to her.

@Zeroth

The first touch made Tomoe grew a bit pink, her expression in amazement at how amazing they felt. She kept at it for a while longer while Mako clearly had noticed that Tomoe was the harbinger of this vicious attack. Tomoe was told to let go of Miss Mako in 5 seconds or she would receive the honor of triple detention.



T-Triple detention! From her playful smile her expression turned into a somewhat horrid one as if she had seen death. Detention was never a good thing, the teacher got their full attention at you for about an hour so you couldn't sleep and have to work most of the time. Tomoe was about to let go but she was taken off guard by a certain somebody from the past calling out to her. Tomoe timidly turned her head at the new person that was apparently also in her class. It was another tall blonde boy, what did tall blonde boys have with her today. Tomoe gazed at him with deadpan look on her face.



It wasn't the same boy as before yet he said the same thing to her. Did she look like someone else perhaps? The boy went on about how his hair had grown longer since the last time they had met Tomoe squinted and stared at his face for a bit longer but she couldn't tell. She gave a short troubled sigh as a hand suddenly grabbed hold of her arm. Her arm was pulled away from the hold she still had on Mako. She only now noticed that she had been holding Mako for this whole time. Tomoe turned as pale as a ghost as she trembled and shivered in her steps. She was dead, Tomoe slowly also let the other hand go off miss Mako feeling a bit shocked at her careless actions. Her vision was focused on the mad Dulga that was still tightly holding her arm. This was a bit scary, Dulga told her to stop with this stupidity. Tomoe gave a quick nod feeling a little overwhelmed by Dulga. After she was back to the ground she took a few steps back and took whatever Mako would throw at her what Dulga didn't tell her yet.

Tomoe looked back at Roy again after finishing business with Mako still giving her occasionally inconspicuously peeks off course. Tomoe tilted her head to the side and gave him a confused look. Now to figure out who this person was. She has been rather forgetful of people all her life which was a bad habit off course but at least she had a special talent to compromise that problem. By feeling someone their skin she can tell who this person is from her memory. Names were a drag to remember.



Tomoe slowly pulled Roy his shirt up till his belly was shown. Tomoe placed one hand onto his belly and short after the other one too. She moved both hands over his belly rubbing softly and tenderly. With a bliss on her face she continued to rub the soft skin, she seemed to enjoy it more then she was actually trying to solve who this person was. Tomoe withdrew her hands back to herself seeming quite pleased with the result. She poked a finger out at his chest while looking up at him with a cheerful look on her face.



He could have just asked instead of doing it in stealth all the time. Tomoe wasn't that difficult with more comfort and warmth in her bed. Tomoe gave a short playful sneer at him for harassing him with those facts. She then gave him a short hug while playfully rubbing her head against his chest. She liked to touch others a lot.

The bombshell was dropped. Mako sighed, and poured herself another cup of coffee. "I'm sorry about putting that question on the test. I wasn't thinking about you when I made that paper, but that question was based on him, yes. Facing him was...the first time in my life that'd I had ever been truly terrified. If you have specific questions, I'll be to answer them directly, but if not, i'll just tell you about him.

His name is Kensai. He's a very fearsome and skilled serial killer. He was like the original Stain, though he didn't have an agenda that I know of and was just trying to prove his strength, or increase it. Or both. When I was a foolish little girl of nineteen, trying to prove myself just as much as he was, I stole...something of great value, that he wanted, and he pursued me relentlessly until my fear was greater than my pride and I left the sword behind and fled. Kensai is the sole reason I decided that the ability to sneak wasn't enough and I also needed to train in combat and dodging."

@Norschtalen

Dulga listened to Mako tell her what she knew. The man, her mother's killer, was a man named Kensai. Sword Saint. Dulga's eyes narrowed at this name. He was no saint and for someone who wanted to become a great swordsman, what business did he have to go after her father? he was strong, certainly, but he was no warrior. Not by choice. None of this made sense. But then Mako said that she had met him before while she was still a thief. Then things started to fall together. Dulga had already come to a conclusion by the time Mako had finished speaking, and Dulga looked furious. All that Dulga needed to confirm it was when Mako said she had stolen a sword. That damn sword that started all of this. "You... You're the one who stole the Murakumo-no-Tsurugi? My father's masterpiece!?" Dulga's voice rose as she took steps towards Mako.

In a moment of weakness Dulga slammed her four fists into Mako's desk, breaking through the table. She didn't seem to care. "My father has known nothing but shame since that sword was stolen! His pride and joy, the best thing he's ever made, and you're the one who stole it!? Worse still you left it in the hands of a madman who has killed countless heroes, including... Including my mother..." Dulga went through so many emotions at this moment. Confusion, anger, sadness, just to name a few. Dulga covered her face as she started to cry. She tried to stop but all of these pent up emotions were just too much for her to handle. Ever since her mother died Dulga had just.... Stopped feeling. Emotions ebbed and flow around her. Even when she felt annoyed or embarrassed they were always just faked, because she felt she was suppose to do something. That was what her mother taught her. But hearing about Kensai and knowing Mako's involvement in all of it, there was a certain relief in Dulga that she couldn't beleive.

She was getting closer to achieving vengeance.

"I need to know everything. Why was he after my father's sword? What do you know about who he is, how he fights? Do you know where he's at right now? Who does he have as allies? What are his quriks and abilities?" Tears were still streaming down Dulga's face. She was so close now. Dulga can't let this chance slip out of her fingers.

The boy smiled back when Kaida said she was alright, he turned back over to Tomoe who didn't recognize him right away. Roy slumped his arms a bit, the boy did go threw some drastic physical changes, she then started rubbing on the boys stomach Which made his eyes shot open as she invaded his personal space. Her hands were ice cold compared to the boys warm skin, "Tomoe stop your hands are cold!" he said as he tried to fight against the girls icy assault.

After assaulting the boy she identified him as the kid with the weird tattoos who snuck into her bed, and she said it quite loudly that anyone in the classroom would hear her. Roys face immediately turned cherry red, why would she yell that so loud. She then hugged the boy while rubbing her head against his chest. "Nice to see you too" he said before wrapping his arms bacjk around her body. To Tomoe it would feel as putting on clothes that just came out the dryer. They enjoyed the moment for a second before Roy picked her up and squeezed her hard trying to get every ounce of Air out of the little girl. He growled at her as he squeezed, "Don't say such personal thing so loud in public alright?" He snarled at the girl before letting her go. He smiled satisifed and also relieved that everyone who would give him a hard time about his past had already left. "Anyway Tomoe I have to bounce, we should catch up later I wanna know how you've been" he smiled before gathering his things and heading for the dorms.

As Roy reached the boarding room he took a good look at the outside and smirked before walking in amazed at the boarding house, "Damn" he whispered under his breath, it was really nice..wait was that cookies he smelt? He was gonna go into the room where the cookies were but stopped himself, he wanted to change out of his uniform. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny note card, the principal had handed him a notecard after speaking to him in the morning. The boy hummed as he read it and made his way up the stairs where he met up with Acion. Mr.Icarus himself, what's up" he said as they both walked over to the dorm room. "What room number are you in?" the boy asked.

@liferusher@Conscripts

Mako opened her eyes, and studied Dulga's face for a while, before putting the coffee down, opening her desk and opening a can of beer, which began to 'grow' frost around it as Mako down the whole thing in a single sitting and then chucked the can in the trash. "In my entire career, there are only a handful of things I regret, but the biggest one is giving up that sword and letting that murderous bastard use it. I can't be too hard on my past self. She was just a dumb nineteen year old kid. And hindsight is 20/20. But even so, blood is on my hands, and I hate that. It may seem odd or hypocritical of a thief to say this but I abhor people who maliciously injure or kill others. I always have.

As for your questions, he was after that sword because t was an incredibly strong sword that could handle his power. Kensai is a lone wolf who's out to prove how much strong her is than everybody by fighting to the death. At least that what I've gathered. If there's any deeper meaning to his motives, I don't know it. I don't know where he is right now, now who his allies are. He's an incredibly strong and fast opponent but I'm not sure if that's his quirk. If it isn't, he never used it."

Mako's sad eyes suddenly flared up again and her hand shot over the desk like a bullet and grabbed Dulga's nearest wrist. There was no anger in Mako's expression, just desperation. "I'm not going to tell you to give up on revenge. Lord knows you deserve it. But DO NOT do anything until you are ready to face him, and that will not be for years at the least. Trust me. If you want to see him dead, letting your emotions get the better of you will result in him seeing you dead, and that's the exact opposite."

@Norschtalen

Dulga gently put a hand on Mako's hand around her wrist, pulling it off. She bowed her head and headed towards the door. But before she left Dulga had a few things to say. "How many have to die before he's stopped? How long do you think I have before he comes here seeking a challenge? You know it as well as I do that he seeks the strongest, and Komei has it. You can hope that he never comes here. I will be ready for him." Dulga left Mako's room without another word, heading straight to her father's home. She needed to get things from there. With information about Kansai, Dulga needed to gather weapons. No more worry about rules and laws. Now only training and preparation. She needs more guns.

It was a long walk from the school to her home. Her father, ever the hermit, made sure that anyone who'd want to visit him would have to go by foot. He lived far away from any trams, and the apartment he was in had roads too narrow for cars. Even walking wasn't going to be easy as he lived in a maze of a neighborhood. You'll sooner end up in Tokyo than find his home. And it wasn't just because her father was paranoid; he just liked the complexity. Perhaps this was why he was so good at making weapons as he enjoyed the challenge of creating complex things even if they looked simple on the outside. And it was likely the reason why he felt so depressed after the lost of the Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, since he'll never be able to think up of anything greater than that. Even if other dismiss it as simply a blade, to her father that sword was more than a blade. It was part of who he was. Dulga still felt a seething anger at Mako, knowing that she was the one who had stolen it.

Eventually Dulga would arrive to her father's apartment. It was a small but secure place, relying both on it's unassuming appearance and advanced security system to prevent common thieves from breaking in. Though Dulga was certain that anyone who actually knew about this place could plan ahead and rob it blind. But Dulga wouldn't allow them to take anything, not before her. Entering the apartment it was dark and smelled stale. It was immaculately clean, as her father often liked. There wasn't even a speck of dust, yet it also was completely devoid of life. She immediately went over to her room. Much like the rest of the apartment it was empty, more so since Dulga had removed all her belongings form there. All but a few. Underneath Dulga's bed was a secret compartment, hidden underneath even the carpet. Moving the bed out of the way Dulga accessed the safe and inside was her mother's veritable armory; a huge cache of guns, more than what a single woman would need. But for Dulga she wondered if it would be enough. "I'll make it work."

Packing the guns into a large black plastic case, not unlike the one her other two guns are in, Dulga put her bed back and left a note for her father mentioning that she had stopped by. With her mother's guns with her Dulga walked back from her apartment to the dormitory. She still needed to decorate her room, not to mention do her homework. So many pointless little things, but if she wanted to be ready to fight Kensai, she needed to be here at Komei. If only the school understood this and would let her do what she had to, instead of distracted her with all this teenage angst.

@Silver Carrot

Roy wasn't enjoying Tomoe her cold hands on his warm belly. She didn't think her hands would be that cold but that was not for her to say. Roy tried moving away from her but she wouldn't let him, Tomoe let out a short giggle as she started tickling with it too. She showed him some mercy soon after however and told him that she knew who he was again.

Roy turned quite red after she told how she remember him by in front of what was left of the villain psychology class. Tomoe didn't mind it however that he wanted to hug her in her sleep. It was a bit creepy but nothing all to strange. They were still kids at that point so it was perfectly normal. He was a bit like her teddy bear in the hospital which was warm and soft.

Tomoe gave Roy a big hug and Roy did the same back at her, it felt nice to hug him again. Tomoe felt happy untill she was almost crushed to death by him. She was groaning in annoyance as the grip only tightened consuming most of the breath she still had left in her. With the last huff of breath in her lungs she begged him to quit while patting his back in hurried manner



She kind of deserved this after telling the class something so trivial about him. She was put down to the ground so she could finally get a big lump of air back in her. She was holding both hands on her knees while trying to catch her breath again after almost dying. After a short moment of recollection she snapped her back right up again while giving him an annoyed pout.



Tomoe let out a chuckle not being able to hold the stern act at all before giving a kind smile back at him. He had to go again but she was sure she would see him around some more during classes. Tomoe waved after him as he left the classroom.



Tomoe soon left too out of the classroom seeing how she was one of the only ones left.

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Tomoe read the paper letter that she had got from the school and read the room number once over again as she made her way through the girl dorms hallway. She read all the room numbers too as she walked by seeing if any of them matched hers.



After a short while of walking all over the dorms she had found it on the third floor.. logic. With a drowsy look on her face she stared up at the room number for a while before she poked the key in and walked into the room, there was a small hallway to put all your shoes and coats before the room. Tomoe timidly undid her shoes before moving onto the carpeted floor of the room. Tomoe went into a bliss feeling her feet shovel over the warm soft carpeted floor. Much better than wood in her room at home. If her roommate was there she would stare at her in drowsy manner and wait for her to talk and if not she would roll over the carpet with joy.