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Fumika blinked. These two people were her classmates? It wasn't really surprising that they were, she supposed, since they both looked somewhere close to her own age and had all being going in the same direction. But this meant that she'd done much better than expected! Not only had she managed to talk to other students without making an error, but she'd actually managed to speak to her very own classmates! Did they not think she was strange? Were they really not upset with her? It seemed too good to be true that her classmates would even notice her, but here she was, having a normal conversation. They seemed really nice, too... Ah, but she couldn't get too far ahead of herself, because then she'd stop paying attention! The boy had opened the door for them - so it was his turn to hold doors now? - and was talking now, and she'd almost missed what he'd been saying.
"Well...this is going to be an interesting year... Oh by the way, My name is Jett Haven. What are your names?"A self-introduction! Haruka had taught her how to do those. If somebody asked your name, you were supposed to say what it was, give a few traits about yourself, and then say "It's a pleasure to meet you." The boy, Jett, had already done so himself, so clearly she needed to respond in kind. Hmm... His name was kind of strange, though, now that she thought about it. Was he foreign? Blonde hair wasn't very common in Japan, she supposed, completely failing to notice the hypocrisy of this observation as she pondered the question. And why was he holding out his hands? Was she supposed to hold out her hands? But if she did that, they'd almost be touching... She didn't like it when people she didn't know touched her.
Oh, right. Self-introduction.
"My name is Motome Fumika. Umm..." She trailed off. What should she say about herself? It was rude to boast about the things one could do, so talking about her Quirk was right out. Maybe about her interests, then? She tugged at the sides of her hair, rubbing the soft strands down over her cheeks as she thought furiously. Then, all at once, it came to her.
"I like fluffy things, free running, and heroes!" She declared at last, suddenly brimming with confidence. Talking about one's hobbies was definitely the normal thing to do. And now, there was only one step left in the process Haruka had taught her! So, declaiming the words loudly and clearly, she recited the magic friend-making sentence that Haruka had taught her, and bowed sharply.
"It's nice to meet you!"...She froze. What now? Was she supposed to raise her head? Or wait for him to say something? Standing bent halfway over like this was getting uncomfortable. Her back hurt. Had a door just opened? Somebody else was walking up to the front of the room. She raised her head, momentarily forgetting herself in her curiosity, and saw a dark-haired, grizzled-looking man in a suit already writing his name on the blackboard, calling the class into session. It was rude to be in a class not sitting down, so, as if the conversation she'd just been in had totally slipped her mind, she walked over to the nearest desk and tossed herself down, listening intently to the man's speech.
As far as first impressions went... Fumika didn't like him. He said a lot of mean things, and seemed angry just to be there. But, it wasn't like she could talk back to him. It was her role to just watch and listen, like it always had been. Besides, even if he was mean, it would be fine, right? She just needed to not bother anyone, and it would be fine. So, the first step to not bothering anyone was to follow the directions she'd been given.
So, she made her way to the locker room, and began looking around until she found a locker marked with her name. Inside was one of the jumpsuits, just like Mr. Yoshida had said. It ended up being just a little bit of a tight fit - she must have had another growth spurt between when she signed up and now - but it wasn't like there was any real problem with it. Her particle shell was finely separated enough that it could slip through the gaps between the threads no matter how tight the outfit was. And, since she'd gotten there first, she managed to get a spot with her back to the wall where she could change clothes without anybody getting a look at her back. So, quickly discarding her old attire, she hung it up inside the locker, and then shut the door with a satisfying click. Committing the locker's location and number to her perfect memory, Fumika, thus satisfied, turned to go. Brushing back her hair over her shoulders, she stretched a bit, stepped out of the locker room, and then froze, standing in the middle of the hallway looking back and forth as it suddenly occurred to her that she once again had no idea where she was going.
Wait, which way was West from here?Oh, but it looked like some of the others were already making their way down the hallway. There was some girl with white-blonde hair, and a tall redhead who she'd seen in the class... That meant they must have known where they were going, right? Reasoning thusly to herself, she tailed them at a bit of a distance, walking by herself until she found herself at...
...A construction site? There was a lot of scaffolding everywhere, and the terrain was mostly flat, with large cranes erected at various points and left suspending rather large loads of building materials. Was the training area still being built? Would they have to wait until it was finished? Building things took a long time, though...
But then again, she'd seen videos of heroes fighting villains in places that looked like this. And Mr. Yoshida had said this was going to be battle training... This kind of area had plenty of vantage points, a decent amount of cover, and several obvious points of high ground on an otherwise flat playing field. Plus, she could already see plenty of ways she could jump and hop her way across large obstacles. In this kind of sparse urban environment, Fumika was right at home. It would be just like practicing with Haruka! Despite her nervousness, she suddenly found herself getting really excited. It was time to prove that Haruka's trust in her hadn't been misplaced!
...Of course, to everyone else, it must have looked a little bit odd to see the blonde girl standing a little way off to one side, tugging on her hair, nodding to herself with an expression of stonefaced seriousness, and seemingly gazing off into the training grounds rather than paying any attention to anyone around her. But, in her own way, Fumika was quite excited.
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