Jerome sat was seated at his desk, and sitting across from him was a convicted villain. Her had his hands together on his desk, his pair of large compound eyes looking at the boy.
”So it seems you will be joining my class mister-” “Just call me Saito.” The young man responded, pulling his long black hair back into a ponytail as he shifted a bit uncomfortably in the seat before Mr. Winchester’s desk. He looked around the classroom, a tad anxiously, doing his best to look at everything he could aside from the teacher before him.
“Can we not do the classic introduction? We both know why I’m here, and that I really
wish I wasn’t. So…” He said with a pause, still avoiding the hero’s eyes as he gave the man a chance to respond.
”I’m afraid it’s standard protocol for me debrief you on the classes you’ve missed… Saito.” Jerome said with a hit of disdain as he said the boys last name. Saito would probably mistake this as Jerome judging him base on his past, when it was actually aimed at his attitude.
”So far you’ve missed a few important classes, namely the primary fitness tests and the quirk demonstration class. Fortunately for you, there isn’t catch up classes that cover those.” “I’m pretty sure both of those points were covered in my court case, what else is there I missed?” Saito asked, surprisingly pleasant. He didn’t intend on making things harder than they had to be at the academy, nor had he any expectations of things being enjoyable either. He was well aware of the situation he was in, and he saw it best to try and make the next few years go over as smoothly as possible.
”Nothing else of great concern. Here are some worksheets to catch you up on all the things we’ve covered in theory so far. And with that you can go off to lunch. Your first class will actually be in the training arena’s. If you don’t know your way there, try asking one of your new classmates.” Jerome would stand up, sliding Riku the set of worksheets.
”If you find yourself struggling with the worksheets, there are answers on the back. But for now, go out and enjoy the rest of the lunch break. Goodbye, Saito. You are dismissed. Riku collected the small stack of worksheets silently, then bowed to the teacher and turned to leave. As he stepped out of the office, he closed the door behind him and looked over the papers. Almost excitedly, he pulled a pen out from his front pocket and began jotting down answers to the variety of questions surprisingly quickly. During all this, he was completely oblivious to the student that had been waiting for him in the hallway stand there.
The student would sigh and walk up to Riku, waving at him to try get Satio’s attention.
”So you’re the kid villain. Pleasure to meet you!” The student’s tone and demeanor didn’t fit his looks at all. He was a well built and rather mean looking boy, though the smile he wore made it clear he didn’t steal kids lunch money.
”My name is Ansem, I’m your student escort.” “Saito.” Riku responded shortly, not looking up from the papers in his hands as he continued to fill out the questions at a ridiculous rate. His penmanship was barely legible from how quickly he was writing, and he poked a great deal of holes through the paper, given it had nothing supporting it. Should anyone check his answers with the answers on the back, they’d assume he had simply copied each and every answer verbatim; however he wasn’t particularly concerned with accusations of cheating.
“What is your Quirk?” Saito asked, still not looking up from his papers as he continued walking towards the cafeteria. It might have seemed a bit strange for the student to be leading his escort, but Saito had memorized the schools layout prior to his first day of attendance, so he was well aware of the direction he was going.
”Does it matter? You’ll just turn it off when you want to run away anyway.” Ansem said with a chuckle, following after Riku. He noticed how Saito was speeding through work, he must be a bright kid, just made a few wrong decisions along the way. The pair would enter the canteen, it was bustling with students, most too preoccupied to care about another kid entering the room. But that didn’t stop a few prying eyes from locking themselves onto Riku.
”Perhaps we should grab some food then sit down, it’s much easier to ace worksheets if they’re on a solid surface.”“At least you aren’t fooling yourself here.” Saito murmured in response, taking a seat at the nearest empty table. He had noticed the harsh glares he was getting, but found it best not to respond or address them. After all, they’d be idiots to trust him or greet him with amiability; he was their enemy after all.
“If you’re hungry feel free to go and get something to eat, I’ll be fine for the time being.” He replied to Ansem, still focused heavily on his own papers. He wasn’t very hungry, which wouldn’t be much of a suprise if one knew his upbringing. He’d gotten used to eating only once or twice a week, as living on the streets doesn’t often provide one with a full belly. He also didn’t intend to change his dietary pattern, as the moment he graduated from this Academy he would be back in the same setting as before, and eating regularly would only make things harder in the long run. Instead he’d do what he’d always done, and wait to eat until it became dangerous for him to avoid it any longer.
“Do you know when my Sword will be returned to me?” Saito asked politely, although not looking up from his papers. Sadly, he was just finishing the last one, and wouldn’t be able to use them as a distraction from fully engaging with Ansem, or anyone else who happened to approach him. It was interesting though, how quickly he had managed to make up all the work he had missed in such a short period, perhaps the school wasn’t nearly as intimidating as the outside world proposed.
Ansem took a seat on the opposite side of the table, still wearing a smile.
”I’ve already had something to eat. Besides, they’ve probably ran out of all the good food by now.” He rubbed his chin at Riku’s question, it was clear he was trying to remember something, like a quote or something.
”Umm-uhhh… Oh that’s right! You’ll get it back once you’re rehabilitated. Can’t let you carry something like that around the school now can we? You are the enemy aren’t you?” Ansem chuckled slightly as he leaned back.
“Upon Graduation, yes. For now, no.” Saito Replied, folding up his worksheets and putting them in his back pocket. He then pushed up the tattered sleeves of his hoodie and glanced around the cafeteria, his heterochromatic eyes flashing in the light of the room; He was waiting for someone to approach. Given the position he was in, it was unlikely that he would simply be left alone; a villian in a building full of aspiring heroes.
