Ethan Parker Jr. and Vera Dubnin
Vera went to Adam's class with Ethan as her shadow. Coming out of her previous class, she met him on the way to the power instruction class and made amiable conversation as they walked. Conversation was a loose term for the sort of social conditioning she put him through to teach him what amiable conversation should look like. It wasn't that he didn't like speaking to her, in fact, when they weren't out in public, he was very well-spoken. The thick aura of self-consciousness and discomfort around him was practically palpable, but it was a better than what it had been in the past. It was also good practice for her, too, since it was so tempting to just tap him on the shoulder and make all that anxiety go away. He wouldn't get better if she did that. Not really.
When they got there, they sat through the usual spiel about how the class operated. Vera zoned out, but Ethan, as attentive as ever, absorbed every word. An embarrassed flush fell over his face when Adam brought out the suits. God, he hated his suit. It worked like a charm, of course, but the fabric was so terribly clingy. For "mobility" they said, but Ethan had the distinct feeling he was being lied to.
Nevertheless, he slunk off to the boys' locker room and dutifully put on his suit. It was covered in flexible solar panels on every inch of visible space. Those panels caught sunlight and applied it directly to his skin, increasing his ability to absorb sunlight by nearly three times as fast, but only because the material hugged his body like a glove. There was also a chest plate and concave mounts on his palms that focused the energy when he released it. To him, it felt more like someone had drawn a bit bull's eye on his chest, turning him into a walking target.
Fortunately, he had many strong friends and made his way to the group with Henry, Dana and Theresa. Unfortunately, he still had no idea how to insert himself comfortably into conversation, so in reality, he lingered on the fringe of the group, just close enough to be counted as one of the team, but not a part of the conversation. There, he was quite content to listen and watch while awkwardly pulling at the skin-tight material to let his body breathe.
Vera stayed in the locker room. Her suit was pretty average, but left her hands uncovered since that was how she used her power and made it difficult for her to pick of the emotions of others if they were touching her anywhere but her hands. It revealed the plain curves of her body, but that wasn't why she was hiding. She hated fighting. Absolutely abhorred it. And it was the same issue every year. They put her in a situation where she was expected to defend herself and she got really good at dodging, running and deflecting that way, but she always refused to strike someone. If they cared, someone would come in to get her. If not, she was perfectly fine staying where she was and mediating on her power.
Oliver
Oliver was a natural at going with the flow. The whole day went without a hitch, him being as cool as a cucumber while other new students loss their shit and flipped tables or whatever. He never had much of a thirst for drama, but when it was good, it was good. The fact that most of his day went so smoothly was cause for some minor concern. He didn't want to get bored, which would undoubtably happen if he didn't set some roots and make some friends ASAP. With any luck, his last class of the day would be as exciting as the title suggested.
He got there, found a seat and listened to the teacher go on and on about this and that when about halfway through, some teen model- her name escaped him for the moemnt- walked through the doors of his class looking every bit as delicious in person as her photos. She tried to slip in, but his keen ears picked up everything. He wasn't a fool. He read magazines and stayed in the pop culture loop and she was featured often enough for her appearance to stick in his brain. No doubt they would be speaking soon, but before he indulged himself in that conversation, he changed into his suit. It was comfortable, if not a little snug, sleeveless, but barely weighed anything. Interestingly, though, it came with some fingerless gloves made with some grippy-material that he assumed was to help aid him in climbing.
He made a beeline for Kirsten, accidentally and completely interrupting the guy she was already speaking with.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," He began, giving her an assessing once-over, "But I've seen you before. Yes, on the cover of Teen Vogue, am I right?" A smile curled up his lips the longer he looked at her. "Yesss. You're- Oh, goodness. Your name. You're Kirsty- No, Kirsten. Yes?"