It was warm. Comforting, even. Midori's dream was calming. There was no thinking - only the feeling of drifting across vast oceans. It wasn't the first time Midori had this dream. It always happened when she was anxious. It was always what she needed. She slowly drifted across the water. Of course, this dream always had the same ending.

"Midori, wake up!" A motherly voice echoed.

Midori, in a panic, quickly raised her head. A splash of water resounded as she realized it had happened again - she had fallen asleep in the bathtub. It happened every time she was anxious. She could never sleep on those nights. When she got prepared for the day, she would always take a nice long bath to soothe her nerves. One that, of course, would always make her fall asleep.

She was late. She knew that she was late. By some miraculous burst of energy, the weary Midori was revitalized. In less than three minutes, Midori was out of the bath and fully prepared for the day. She ran down the stairs, jumping over the last few steps just to move that extra bit faster. Even though it was just a short distance, Midori was already wheezing and having difficulty breathing.

"Loveyamomgottago!" She yelled as she went to practically burst through the door.

"Wait! Stop," Midori's mother yelled out, jumping in front of the door to prevent Midori from leaving, "don't forget about lunch and your head!"

Midori quickly felt her own head. It was incredibly rough - just like sand paper. In her panic, she forgot about her head. It would explain the lack of breath, however. Midori's head quickly shifted back to her usual visage. Without so much as a single more word, Midori's mother put the large stack of bento boxes into a plastic bag and gifted it upon Midori. With a simple smile from the both of them, Midori opened the door and began her dash.

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Midori had made it. Granted, if she had taken the time to have eaten anything, she would have yarfed it up long ago. Thankfully, she lived within an hour of the school. She couldn't stand any sort of vehicle to ride in - all of them were large metal death traps. Even then, she was exhausted and anxious. She had, at least in her mind, many friends in junior high. Chihaiten would be a fresh start - something that Midori was nervous about.

She followed whatever instructions she could. Go to the hall and sit down. Nothing difficult. She could definitely do that. She began to look around for anyone that would look pleasant to be around. She saw, of course, a rather rowdy group. That group was a definite no. After scanning the seats, she noticed someone. Rather, she didn't notice someone. They looked so simple that they could practically be called a background character. They looked to be rather nice. Nothing imposing about the sitting girl. Silently, Midori began Operation Friend-Get.

Nervously, Midori began to speak to the simple girl. "Hiya," she said, a large smile concealing what anxiety she had, "how's it going? I'm Midori! Nice to meet'cha!"

Her speech felt stilted. As if she had been preparing for this moment for a long time. Of course, her operation of making a plan would quickly go haywire. She felt a slight nudge from behind. In turn, her nervousness caused her to drop all of her lunch boxes onto the ground.

"Sharkfact!Sharkscandrownwhentheyarepulledbackwards!" She shouted over the stranger's apology in a panic. Even though it was only a slight bump, it really frightened Midori.

Thankfully, the true victim of this ordeal - the food - was safe inside of the boxes.

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The smile turned into a grin as the bird guy mentioned that he was also going to Chihaiten for his first day. Despite the foreign accent in his speech, Rikuo understood perfectly well. He then nodded, "Yup! First day of my first year." He was pretty much glad that he managed to meet a student this early into the year. At least he could already say that he had a friend. He then gestured for the bird guy to follow as he began walking ahead, and towards the Academy. Rikuo placed his hands inside his pockets as he talked. "While using quirks to travel around should be alright, it poses some risks so they're trying to restrict it as much as possible." He found it extremely inconvenient - especially when he was late to something. He's used it tons of times before, avoiding any sort of police that might be around there, but he has been caught once before. He was let off with a warning. Not that it really stopped him from using it ever again. It wasn't like he was using it for villainy after all!

"Rikuo Watanamiya, nice to meet 'ya Robin." He then inclined his head towards him. It really wasn't too far. It would have been too inconvenient for students to have to walk a long way before they get to the Academy. He then pointed towards the general direction of the Academy. "Chihaiten's over there. Surprised you didn't get the memo where it was." Rikuo got it after he got accepted into the not-really-prestigious school. After that, he went out to scout the school. They allowed future students to get inside so that they wouldn't get too lost when they got there. Actually, Rikuo just wanted to do something for that day so he went over, took a bus ride to the station, then took the station to get to this station then went to Chihaiten Academy. Though... he really can't say he didn't get lost for; after all, he was a new guy in this area. Just like Robin here before.

They finally arrived at the gates. He looked at his watch, eyes widening in alarm. "Oh man Robin, we're gonna be late! I think we can use our quirks now." He said with a grin. He then pointed over to the building. "We need to get there. See you there man." He said with a grin before taking out his taser. He set it on a rather low voltage - just so he can reach that point without having extra electricity in his system. Rikuo winked at the bird guy and then stuck it to his arm once again. He then went on for a run before finally reaching the entrance to the Academy. He then waved over to Robin before entering. Finding that the most of the students seemed to have already entered the hall, he felt that he should get in as well. However, he still waited for his newfound friend.

He looked into the hall to see that it hasn't started yet. Once Robin got there, he would urge him to hurry up and then enter.

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"Sharkfact!Sharkscandrownwhentheyarepulledbackwards!" Noah raised an eyebrow in confusion, unable to understand anything that the girl he accidentally bumped into was saying. He wasn't the most fluent with Japanese... which was saying a lot for someone who'd been born in Shinjuku of all places, but the sheer speed at which the green-haired girl had yelled her quip didn't help. Noah felt really bad for startling the poor girl, and his expression changed from confusion to genuine sadness in an instant.

"I, uh..." he stopped himself short, reconsidering his choice of words before trying to address the girl again, "A-are you OK?"

Noah had no idea if what he was trying to say the first time around had gotten through to the girl. She did shout over top of the apology itself, and the vast majority of the rambling he did afterwards was in English, a foreign language to Japan that few natural-born residents could speak or comprehend. But this time he made 100% sure to speak in Japanese. He wasn't about to allow any type of language barrier stop him from getting across how sorry he was for causing this whole mess.

"Sigh guess now is as good of a time as any to get this forced day over with." Suiren muttered to herself a she dressed herself and left. This was against her will a fact she would be sure to remind everyone later at some point or another she was sure. A day to submit herself to the will of higher powers aka her parents and the government. Things it seemed was not meant to be well for her as she dressed she made sure she had a few special things with her. USB Drive, Laptop, portable wireless usb in her pockets as she slid the laptop into her bag. It was her custom laptop that she made. It had everything she would possibly need plus more just in case. "Hmm need a new blog entry today how about "life of a heroine in training?" She muttered to herself out loud as she saw the school gates in sight ignoring others with practiced ease.

Reaching the school she let out a sigh as she continued forward as she fiddled around with the usb in her pocket. Her large jacket tied over her shoulders loosely as she walked briskly hoping to find a bench or that she could sit at for awhile till she was forced to attend class. Her short stature may seem odd since she passed by some others that was pretty tall from what she could tell. Still it mattered little to her she would rather just do her online school and focus on her blog and the like. However her parents and sadly the government felt her quirk was a bit to dangerous to national security to be left unattended. Finding empty bench she quickly sat down and took out her laptop as she started the long process of editing her latest video for her channels.

For some of the students, getting into uniform was perhaps considered to be dressing up in a certain form. That was not the case for Yoshio Sanzo, who was trading his usual preened suits for a mere uniform. It didn't matter much to him, but it did make him wonder about the others around him. Chihaiten was not an elite school like UA, which made him wonder if he would stand out compared to a lot of its student base. It was hardly unheard of for less well of students to attend UA as well, but he always pictured it as the destination of choice for anyone with a mind for prestige, and those would no doubt be people in the same social circles he tended to travel in. It was for that very reason that he had decided against trying for UA in the end. Although he certainly had plenty of friends in high places, a few of which had claimed they would sooner die than accept a placement of lesser value than UA, Yoshio was one to appreciate a certain humility of circumstances. He did not aspire to be the greatest and most prestigious graduate there ever was, nor did he value his education so little as to dump himself in the trashiest school in the country, and so Chihaiten provided an appealing middle ground. Middle ground was something the Sanzos appreciated well.

Yoshio was mildly surprised to find so many people chatting away spiritedly upon arriving in the hall. He tended to favor groups of much more low-key speakers, so he felt slightly out of his element here. The only time he spoke so fervently was when he debated politics or similar subjects, and those moments tended to be few and far between outside of discussions with his own father. Without a word, Yoshio assumed a seat in the hall. He would quietly await the start of their introduction to Chihaiten, after which his career as a professional hero could begin in earnest. He did not look it, but he could barely stand to await such a prospect.

As another person yammered on about Yoshiba’s comment, the blue-haired girl’s grip of her pamphlet tightened—she was tempted to turn back around, grab the chair she was sitting in and beat the person who dared call her a mongrel. In fact, strands of her hair had already went to grab the rim of the chair as she thought so. Had not for her thoughts reminding her to not waste time she might’ve been in the process of doing so already. But how would it look to anyone here if she flew off the handle and beat one of her “peers” to death? She wouldn’t look like a hero, even if the sidekick deserved to be put in their place; she would look like a villain and she certainly wasn’t comparable to the type of people who had put her life into ruin.

Just another sidekick. Ignore her.

En route to the Academy
Interacting with: Rikuo @Polaris North Suiren @Suku

Robin didn't say much on the walk towards the school buildings, as he and his new companion left the station he turned and gazed around the city in slight awe at the busy streets and tall buildings that would now be his home for a while, making a mental note of which would likely have the best views if he were to fly atop them. The bird boy nodded along and hummed in understanding as Rikuo talked him through the regulations on quirk use and eventually pointed out the academy building they were heading towards. A slight tingle ran down his back, he'd only ever seen pictures or been told about the school and now he was finally approaching it to begin his training, suddenly everything was coming together. Everything was real. He grinned, stood up a little straighter and continued smiling all the way to the front gate.

His smile faded however and turned to a look of concern as he saw Rikuo take out a taser, very confused as to why a student would be carrying it, he was about to ask when he saw Rikuo pressing it against his own arm and then zooming off into the distance. Robin laughed, shaking his head in slight disbelief to have seen such a quirk in action, even with the stories he'd heard of pro hero's abilities it still amazed him the variety of quirks that people could develop. The man's avian gaze drifted towards the building that was his destination, slinging his back over his front he glanced around him to check there wasn't anyone too close then with a powerful kick off from the ground and a beat of his wings he leaped up into the air and went on his merry way after gaining some altitude.

While drifting along over and above the rest of the school crowd, Robin spied a lone blue haired girl sitting on a bench, was she a newbie too? Was she trying to look up where to go on her laptop? Glancing over towards the building he was heading towards, the bird swept lower towards the ground, adjusting himself in midair as his back's weight shifted about before settling, flapping carefully to keep himself hovering in place. "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know what room first years are heading towards, would you? I'm assuming it's just going to be the main hall or something right?" He called out to her, head slightly tilted as he peered over her small frame and offered his usual polite smile.

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Misaki nodded quickly in agreement as the pink haired boy spoke up, his expression holding the definition of pure anxiety. Although he wouldn't put it the same way, the pink haired boy and the pale girl's intervention was much appreciated. Fortunately this seemed to work out nicely as the blue haired girl had backed off, resulting in Misaki letting out a sigh of relief; he had planned to apologize later for the inconvenience as if he did so now, it might just make things worse.

Instead, the merman turned to face the pink haired boy who selflessly intervened. In a way, he was much like what Misaki wanted to be, strong, intimidating, and just have a powerful presence.
"Th-Thank you for stepping in! U-Um, my name is Misaki Kaito, I h-hope we can get along!" Misaki smiled warily as he held out a hand to shake. He didn't mean to stare as intensely as he was, but he was far to interested in what his quirk was and if he could hopefully learn how to be more strong of a fellow classmate.

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The day had come, first day in the Hero Academy, if that meant one thing for Kian was "First day, first oppurtunity to impress!" When he reach the gardens of the school few students had already arrived and they were heading towards the main building, sent there by a woman at the entrance of the school, "probably a teacher" thought Kian.

When Kian reached the assembly hall a few students had already taken sits, and it seemed that there was already some fighting going on, less could be expected from fresh hero students filled with energy to give and to sell. While passing by them heading towards a chair in the back row Kian stopped and asked: "What's the fuzz here? If you can't control yourself here what will you do when trouble comes? Kian didn't an answer, it was a rhetorical question, at least in his vision, but still he waited to see if any of them had anything to say.

It was not long before Hisano found herself being conversed with. It seemed she was not to be spared from conversation, not that she actually minded being approached. "Nice to meet'cha too, Midori. I'm Hisano." She seemed nice enough, if not a little weird. It was like there was something Hisano couldn't quite put her finger on about her. Something forced in the voice? She didn't have much time to inquire further, as Midori soon found herself nudged by somebody else. In spite of how trivial the collision seemed, it appeared to bother Midori a great deal, as she spat out some nonsense at lightning speed. All that Hisano caught from it was "Sharkfact" and "backwards". As weird as that was, her collisional partner only made things weirder. She was a foreigner of some kind, clearly speaking English. Hisano only knew enough about to English to know what it sounded like, so she had no idea what she was saying at first. There was also something off about this one, but Hisano couldn't make up her mind as to what it was.

After the foreigner if she was okay, Hisano added, "Yeah, and, uh...why the heck are you blurting out shark facts?" While Hisano wasn't completely callous, the girl seemed physically fine, and she was more curious as to why on earth she would start rambling about sharks for no reason. Of all the bizarre things about this situation she found herself in, this was the part that mystified her the most.

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The morning of a certain stranger in japan began with her falling out of bed. And then, she promptly started cursing herself for not remembering the time zone difference between her home town and Sakai, averaging out at about five hours. As such, she was dead tired for absolutely no reason, save for her own body clock thinking it was about one in the morning. She hadn't gotten the time to properly adjust herself in prep for moving here, mainly due to taking the entrance exam on the last possible day.

Slumping up and rubbing the red bump under her hair, the girl set about her task of getting ready for the day in the motel that she'd had to use until the dorms were open. It was about what she could expect, minus the cockroaches and suspicious stains on the carpet, but being frugal mattered in the long run. Last thing she wanted was to have her father worry about her having enough, so she'd need to scrimp and save. Slipping into her uniform after having had a modest breakfast of twin slices of toast slathered in raspberry jam, Valeriya Iganov was somewhat tempted to try and use her quirk in some way to speed up getting ready, but...that was kind of pointless when she had to touch something to use it anyhow. Most use she got out of it was magnetizing her toast to her, and that was it for the wonderful world of a hero-in-training getting up. She'd look into getting a job once school settled into normalcy, but for now she had to get going.

Taking a train, Valeriya suddenly felt a buzz in her pocket and quickly answered. Smiling slightly as she heard a familiar voice, she made smalltalk with her father.



A conversation in Russian that warmed her heart with just the reminder that her father was waiting. Waiting for her to fulfill her dreams. His dream, too, in his stead.

Once her stop came, it was only a short distance to walk to the massive academy, not used to such large institutions being just...there. Hero Academies always seemed like far off castles that were meant for someone else. Even if it wasn't the most prestigious or important, it was her's. Smiling as she treaded into her new stomping grounds, the Russian girl was eager to start...and eager to get out of that motel. After getting orders from the lady with kinda similar looking hair, Valeriya continued dragging her suitcase along with her, the mauve bag rolling on wheels behind her as she pulled on it. She could just magnetize it to her, but getting rammed in the back of her thigh would get annoying.

The hall was filling up quickly, and as such she figured it was best to take a seat somewhere. One she did, she plopped down next to a girl wearing a pretty loose jacket and blue hair fiddling with a laptop...Was she doing some kind of video project? Over a foot taller than her, she couldn't help but be curious and use her height to her advantage, peering over to see without saying anything. Not like she'd notice...right? Just when she was about to get a look though, Valeriya was shocked as the wind suddenly kicked up from the wing beats of someone above. Not a ton, but enough to be noticeable as she craned her neck up at the guy flying. She quickly realized that they had somewhere very SPECIFIC to be, and got up quickly after only just sitting down. "...Crap, I thought I had more time...uh, nice...video." she said as she stood up, giving a passing compliment to the girl on the bench, having struggled to remember if there was a WORD for video. Her hesitance in speaking might have even made it sound like a pitying comment, despite her just wanting to say something nice to a stranger. Regardless, she'd need to hurry up and get moving to the main hall, and hustled her bustle right on over to take a seat.

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It seemed like Kyoji and Misaki's mundane conversation had turned into some weirdly dramatic event. How had such simple pleasantries attract such attention? The blue haired girl who initially showed hostility towards them seemed adamant about butting into their conversation. And then like a domino effect, more people began speaking up. Kyoji reserved himself to silence, maybe making friends with his class would be more difficult than he first assumed. It was a weird idea for him, that people could come dislike him for quick. Kyo was used to being friendly towards most people, and for the most part, people were friendly back to him.

Maybe it was just one rotten tomato in the bunch, maybe not every was so easily annoyed. With that happier thought in mind, Kyoji leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him, back to his usual self. It would be pointless to let another's opinion bring himself down. Though he did note that a boy with the came hair color as himself walked by.

"What's the fuzz here? If you can't control yourself here what will you do when trouble comes?"

Kyoji leveled his gaze with the boy, refusing to get worked up again from people's condescending tones.

"It's nothing, we're just, uh, introducing ourselves..." Was his reply, hoping his words would spark no further conversation. At this point he was itching for the assembly to start, so he could focus on more important things, and then maybe he could try and talk to different people after. He wondered what the school would have them do today, would it be more like an orientation or would they immediately begin working on hero academics?

Sidekick, Huh?

Zentaro was almost bemused by the statement, this lost child has an ego and a huge one at that. It is easy to tell that she views of herself as perfect. She is setting herself for future disappointment, shameful really. Perfection is the enemy of progress and self improvement, if she can't get past this she will never grow as a human. Which sealed his opinion on her. She is bound to fail and he will watch her fail as both a person and as a Pro-hero. Pathetic. He won't waste his time on her.

To put further pressure on his patience a girl reminiscence of an ice spirit slithered her way next to them and started to fill the air with her unwanted opinions, with such talk of bonds and connections. Zentaro knew humans on a fundamental level need such worthless things but he has lived without them he has surpass humanity's worthless need for friendship. He never needed friends before and why change that now? "Are they?" Was all Zentaro asked of the icy girl with a stoic expression. He wondered why she had such a flawed and unrealistic opinion of Pro-heroes. Pro-heroes are rivals to each other, every Hero school drills that into people's minds. Like, look at U.A. its sports festival proves while Pro-heroes have to work together but only to improve themselves and their social standing though team work. Bonds and connections only exist to make the weak stronger without really improving themselves, it was disgusting.

The fish boy seemed thankful for his intervention. Why? It's not like the two were gonna fight in the middle of the hall. If they did that would be a foolish but admirable display of honesty that Zentaro would ever see from humanity but smartly the girl seen his impeccable reasoning and stopped from further filling the air with her failure scented ranting. So this boy's thank you is meaningless and worthless to him. He doesn't need to say it, so it diminishes the meaning of the words. That's not even to begin with the raised hand. Zentaro just shot a glare at the hand. What does it mean? His father never taught him the meaning of a raised hand like that. What does the boy expect from him? Maybe he means this...

Zentaro raised the hand on the same side as Misaki's hand and he poked his hand with his pointer finger and stared at the boy intently and unflinchingly.

After a few seconds Zentaro lowered his hand and finally decided to grace the young boy with his name. "Zentaro Kobashigawa, I didn't do anything of worth, you don't need to thank me, Kaito." Zentaro said bluntly. "There's many things you should hope for, but making friends is not one of them, you should earn it." Zentaro reprimanded Misaki, while Zentaro didn't want friendships but he knew how one should go about acquiring it and 'hoping' isn't the way of getting it.

Suddenly, another voice entered the air space adding to Zentaro's annoyance. He glared at the source of the voice. Another fragile looking boy. Zentaro just swiftly ignored him, he was already getting annoyed once again that day. It was shameful really, to get annoyed so easily. The original fragile boy said the group was introducing themselves which isn't really true as it was only Misaki and the first fragile boy talking before everybody else inserted themselves into their discussion.

How rude of all of them.

Zentaro ran a hand though hair once again and let out a small sigh. This day has been troublesome already he can't wait for the action to start.

Suiren - Chihaiten

Nice video? was someone looking over her shoulder! CRAP this was not good not good ABORT ABORT! Her channels and her blog was meant as a fun way to be herself if someone connected the dots her image she cultivated would be ruined! Sure she said that others were idiots or abnormal at times but in fact she was just as abnormal. Still quickly closing her laptop she tried to pretend nothing happened yes that was the answer deny deny deny! With these thoughts rapidly going through her mind she collected herself as best she could "Y-y-yah if you say so." She said quickly catching herself as she calmed herself from her surprise. Taking a look at the girl who talked to her and the bird person? that arrived a moments later. Placing her bag into the laptop she decided to answer once more "yes we head towards the main hall." Her voice somewhat curt but still held a sense of forced calm as she was mentally berating herself still from being caught working on her video. "Since there is no time like the present shall we head there?" She asked her face calm betraying little emotion and her voice finally flat as she calmed herself and slipped on her "I dont care mask" as some previous friends called it. "The name is Suiren Hasegawa it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance" She continued as she got up and gave a short curt bow out of politeness to her two new classmates she would assume.

@The Irish Tree@Riddle Me This

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Rikuo saw Robin stop to ask another student if they were going to the right place, then another student seemed to encourage them to get a move on. Seeing as all three were already headed inside, Rikuo slid into the Hall. His eyes scanned the crowds, as if trying to look for someone familiar. However, it soon became apparent that he didn't know anyone there. Figures, his classmates from before might have enrolled in UA if they ever wanted to become Pro-Heroes. After all, they had all the freedom in the world to do it. He pushed his glasses up and then began to walk around to find a place to sit. Since he arrived pretty late, there weren't many seats available. He wanted to actually save a seat for Robin and those two others, but it would seem that the free chairs were pretty spread apart. Figuring that he would find a way to talk to them later on, he just randomly picked out a chair.

Sitting next to that chair was a girl with blue hair... which seems to be gripping the sides of the chair she was sitting on. She looked pretty much pissed off. Seriously? This early into the day, it would seem that something already happened. He looked over to the other students but didn't find anyone who looked particularly bad. Rubbing the back of his head, he looked back at her and cheerily said, "Hey there." He then sat down on the chair. Seeing as no one had been claiming the chair earlier, he simply assumed that no one was sitting there. Hopefully, the girl with the moving blue hair didn't mind. The orientation was starting soon too, so he didn't have time to worry about it. Knowing that she seemed pissed off, he held off introducing himself in fear that she might just blow up at him. He greeted her as a sort of formality, but didn't really expect a reply to come out of it.

Now that he found himself a seat, he let himself relax with his hands crossed and leaned back onto the chair. He was just there to listen - it wasn't like anyone would reprimand him because of posture.

Another person who wants to chatter when we should be focused. Ngh.

Yoshiba turned to look at the brown-haired student that sat next to her. Much like the row behind her, Yoshiba understood this meant he was another first year and potentially one of her to-be classmates; by extension, this meant he was a rival. However, she didn’t want a repeat of the “conversation” she had just left, so she decided to be civil, a disposition that wasn’t foreign to her despite appearances. Her hair loosened on its vice grip on the back of her chair, now “looking” in the direction of the newcomer. It was probably better that Yoshiba looked “presentable” to any instructors that could have noticed her as they walked by; not that she cared about how things “looked” when she knew she was in the right. Being a hero wasn’t meant for fun and games or caring what other people thought—being a hero was doing your best and giving your all. Beyond 100%. After all, that’s what her parents did.

“Yo.” She commented informally as her eyes met his own.

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Misaki blinked almost dumbly as the other boy simply poked his hand and stared at him with pure curiosity. What...was he doing? It was kind of silly and a little adorable to see the pink haired boy stare at him with such intent, though the merman would never say such a thing out loud, not unless he wanted to get beat up or something...

Lowering his hand at the same time as the other boy, Misaki was finally given a name which only brought a smile to his face. Though Zentaro's words were obviously blunt and filled with scorn, Misaki didn't seem to mind and instead gave the other a nervous laugh, scratching slowly at the scales visible on his arms.
"B-But you did, K-Kobashigawa! Th-They probably would have started f-fighting, and maybe even began to h-hur...h-hurt each other..." Misaki felt faint at the mere thought of a fight breaking out that had something to do with him.

Zentaro's next statement seemed to throw the boy off as he tilted his head. Earn it? Is that how men became friends? Misaki pondered for a brief moment before nodding slowly in understanding. He could learn a lot from this guy. And from that day forward, he vowed to make Zentaro his friend whether he liked it or not...hopefully he liked it.
"P-please tell me how to e-earn friendship! P-Please!" Misaki said, leaning towards Zentaro with a newfound desire.

How strange.

Thought Zentaro as the boy spoke up about his worries. Was the boy so worried about fights that he indirectly caused that it causes such anxiety? How strange, truly. His father did say people are strange and emotional beings, maybe Zentaro was too hasty to think people could be as reasonable as he was. Maybe, maybe he should reassure the boy. That's what people say when they get emotional like this, right?

"I doubt they were going to fight in the middle of a crowded hall... but if you feel that way I will not deny you your appreciation and just accept it." Is that how people accept appreciation? He normally just stays silent when people thank him. Why is he speaking? He's acting weird today. Maybe it's the energy of the school making him act up. Once he gets used to it he may act more like himself.

Oh.

Zentaro didn't expect the boy's reaction to his words. Zentaro only repeated what his father told him advice he never used himself since friendship is a thing he never needed. And it was clear from the boy's determined expression and words that he was aiming the advice to Zentaro himself. Guess he has to answer him or else he has to endure feeble attempts at friendship for the next three years. If Misaki wants him as a friend he will at least set the ground rules for the forced friendship. Maybe he can even improve Misaki though their one sided friendship? How sentimental. Disgusting. Pathetic, really to focus on such useless thoughts. But it piqued his interest, shamefully. Maybe, maybe just this once he play along to such sentimentality. But he won't like it. He definitely won't.

Zentaro ran a hand though his pink hair and focused his eyes on Misaki's with great intensity, more intensity he has shown all day. How weird. To show such emotions outside of combat. "I can't speak for everybody since everybody has different needs and reasons for friendships. That's why I say you should earn it. But I can see that you want to be friends, So I won't deny you the opportunity. And I admit your determination to do so is admirable even though your timidity." Zentaro spoke ever bluntly, he didn't dance around the fact he knew the boy's intentions but he also graciously added his own positive emotions to the mix, how gross of him. "I'm always aiming to improve myself and I expect the same thing from everybody around me... especially you from now on Since you want us to be equals." Zentaro continued, before he suddenly let out his first smile of the day which is normally reserved for fights which made it look a bit more intimidating then what he intended.

"I expect the best from you and you should expect the best from me... that is my only condition to my friendship." Zentaro finally finished he hasn't spoken this much in a long time. His jaws starting to get sore. He's being grossly sentimental but maybe this is the next step in his self improvement at this school his father did say improvement isn't always how you think it will happen after all. Maybe friendship will make him better as a Pro-hero even if he thinks team work is gross and stunts growth of an individual but he can't deny the usefulness of it and Pro-heroing is about compromises after all if his father is being truthful which he always is. Plus having a short term goal is always a good thing to have. And giving one to this Timid boy is very gracious of him to do. But Misaki is also giving hims a goal. To finally have an equal. Maybe he can start with that stuttering.

"Is that agreeable with you?" Zentaro asked the boy sharply but not rudely like normal. He's already acting far too nice and sentimental to this boy.

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While watching the quiet silver haired girl stand from the bench, Robin dropped to the ground and landed, waving to the pair. "Ah, I'm guessing we'll all be learning together soon then!" He laughed a little as his focus then shifted towards the one who was putting her laptop away. He brushed a hand through his hair to get it out of his face as he often needed to do after flight then smiled, returning the bow to the newly introduced Suiren. "Robin Hara, good to meet you as well." Standing up straight, he shifted his bag to a more comfortable over the shoulder style of carrying and looked off towards where the Russian was heading. "Glad you two seem to know where you're heading. Lead on!" With that he followed along behind at their pace, likely jogging towards the hall.

Stepping inside the room behind Valeriya and Suiren, the avian glanced over the assembled class and breathed short sigh of relief that he wasn't late for the beginning of events. Spotting his guide from the station, Robin waved across to Rikuo, smiling all the while as he went to find an empty seat, ideally near a window or beside some of the students he'd already met, making sure he wasn't blocking anyone's view as he set his bag down and under the chair. "Good thing we made it on time." He said cheerily, loud enough for those around him to hear if they were listening.

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Rikuo was initially surprised when the girl spoke to him. He blinked at her once, but he settled for a friendly smile after the initial shock subsided. Of course, he held nothing against the girl. She was just in a bad mood earlier and it looked like she was willing to talk now. Though seeing as something might have pissed her off, he felt like being careful would be the best course of action. Just because he was usually loud and talkative doesn't mean he was always like that. Without missing a beat after, he continued. "Rikuo Watanamiya, pleasure to meet you." He said, offering a bow of his head towards her - though he didn't break eye contact. He figured that since she responded, it would be fine to introduce himself. "You can just call me Rikuo, if you want." He continued with a small shrug. He wasn't one for formalities anyway.

His eyes then caught Robin and the other two entering. Rikuo gave them a smile and a quick wave. At least they all got here on time yeah? It would be such a shame to be even a few seconds late to the orientation. It would really reflect bad on their grades and the likes. He knew how much it affected his own grades back when he was in primary school when he tended to oversleep and be late. He was always reprimanded by the teacher. It was how he learned to be on time with everything - even to the point of being thirty minutes early. It was just that today, he had come across Robin who was didn't know how to get there. Though, it didn't matter as much as being late - since they were on time.

Only moments after sitting down, he already felt restless. He let out a sigh and then adjusted his sitting position to feel more comfortable. He ended up having one leg over his other one and his hands gripping the leg that was up. "I really hope we get to learn a lot in this school, and have fun." He remarked offhandedly with a grin on his face. There was nothing better than learning something and having fun while learning it. It's one of the reasons why he loved Chemistry - because the experiments were enjoyable and memorable, but it didn't fail at ingraining some information in his head after.