Naomi was half sleep by the time she had gotten to UA. From the entrance exam she had lost a lot of stamina and she had barely slept lately. She yawned and covered her mouth with her hand and shuffled her feet.
The UA building, or buildings, looked rather impressive and stood tall. Naomi had no idea how these building got there and how UA had so much land. She had heard a few whispers about the training grounds.
She shoved the doors open and sleepily looked around. It was a good thing she came early because she got lost quickly in her sleepy daze and nearly opened a few wrong doors. When she finally found the right one and got to her desk, she rested her head against its glossy surface and closed her eyes.
What she would give to be fully rested and be ready for a day of action.
She also hoped that by coming here she could get over her stamina loss and be able to use her quirk more because she could only last so long.
She tapped her finger on her desk and looked around counting how many other desks there were. She’s have to make some new friends, right? A huge part of being a hero is their cooperation and communication skills, which she very much lacked.
She looked over to the door as it swung open.
Blair yawned as he made his way through the halls, the large scars on his face drawing a bit of attention but that was quickly gone when people started to realize that they were lost. "Hm… 1A, 1A, where art thou." He muttered, his thick Icelandic accent making him laugh when he said the english phrase.
"Aha!" He had found the door, his hand reaching out to open it. Blair walked inside, peering around at what he assumed were his fellow students. All he could see was someone who looked super tired.
He sat down in one of the chairs in the middle, admiring his ice blue nails with pride. Ghost had helped him with them, they reminded Blair of iceland and such.
Standing in front of the building, he didnt think much of it. He didnt particularly want to be a hero either. He could pass as a cool villian though. Living by himself was to….peaceful. He wanted action, get in fights, and maybe even find a lover.
AANYWHO
Walking into the building and looking up. Immediately spotting his classroom….1A thorugh the ceilings and walls.
Walking into the corner and holding his hand to the ground. something that looked like a hole appeared on the ground, about two feet wide, in a circle looking like it held the whole glaxaxy itsself, he looked down into it, seeing his reflection like crystal clear water as his third eye showed to much. Moving his blue white hair, looking it had diamonds in it, in front of his third blue green ghostly eye as it closed. He didnt want to look any more like a freak than everyone else did.
stepping into the hole on the ground, and falling through, then the whole dissapears as a hole in the ground in front of the door inside of the classroom. With a sigh, he looks around, sitting in the far left near the window in the very corner.
More people were here now, they didn’t look overly impressive but they were probably all more awesome than her.
She’d need to introduce herself at some point too and she could probably collect information as she worked alongside the other students. She wasn’t sure very many students would appreciate it though, but it could definitely help her with how she worked with them because she could better understand their combat styles.
She was also interested to meet a student who had gotten in through recommendations. They’d be fun to work with, good to learn from, and it would be awesome to see their skills in action.
She rested her head back down on her desk, all this thinking was too much for the morning. She took off her jacket and made a pillow for herself before attempting to take a nap before class started. Everyone always tells you to challenge yourself, so hey? She flinched when the door swung open and saw a flash of bright yellow. A few students started whispering behind her, but she wanted to sleep, why did class have to start now?
Blair's eyes went over every one of his new classmates, taking note of them all with a watchful eye. If anyone tried to gawk at his disfigured face he would scowl at them. There was another kid with a scar there so they could stare at him instead.
Leaning against the desk, looking out of the window with a slight smile as he saw a bird perch on the window seal.
"쓰레기, 왜 그렇게 무서운 것 같아요!"
He says in korean (his original language that he talks to himself in) while trying ot fix his curly hair.
Finally deciding it should be fine to show his eye, his black markings on his face that he always thought were wierd, he had grown quite fond of them. A star and a moon on either side of his cheek, along with one on the back of his hand, a crescent moon.
He was mad at first when he got his quirk. He always hated the stars and astronomy in general.
Kids had bullied him for his markings and his eye, which he was born with but were always blind until the day when he got his quirk.
(Sorry for taking awhile - I was watching anime)
Naomi lifted her head up. A guy wearing? a yellow sleeping bag was now in the room.
“Hello,” He looked more tired than Naomi and definitely sounded like it. “I am your home room teacher, you may call me Mr. Aizawa. Today we will being doing a ‘Quirk Apprehension Test’ to further evaluate your abilities.”
This is exactly what I need right now. Naomi thought to herself and thunked her head back on the desk.
Blair raised his eyebrows but said nothing, he wasn't going to question his teacher just yet. He looked over Aizawa and tried to fogure out as much as possibe.
(watching korean dramas while roleplaying XD)
Tilting his head to see something other than a thing of black hair in front of him.
"응… 이상한"
He mumbles to himself as he runs his fingers through his light blue hair.
(Story of my life)
After further explanation it didn’t sound terrible, it was pretty much track and field with quirks. Except in a regular school you couldn’t use your quirk.
Aizawa then instructed the class to change into the school issued gym clothing and he would take them all out to the P. E. grounds.
Naomi heard a few people stand up and the chairs scraped against the floor.
She had just gotten relaxed and having to change her clothes and walk to the P. E. grounds and actually do stuff, was going to suck.
Today’s going to be a long day … She sighed.
Waiting for everyone to leave, sitting at his desk while his chin rested in his palm as he looked out of the window. His hair reflecting the sun, burning his eyes a little, but he didnt care. He had almost perfect vision, he could use a little vision loss.
Blair went into the locker room and then went into the shower for privacy. He got out, changed into his gym clothes with his jacket on and hood over his head.
Naomi finally stood up and tucked her chair in. She picked up her jacket from the desk and made her way to the girls locker room. After changing and picking at the clothing in an effort to make it more comfortable, she gave up and headed back. On her way back, she grabbed a scrunchy and tied her short hair into a ponytail.
Stretching her arms out, she yawned and blinked even slower as she became even more tired.
Looking around,
"finally"
He says in a slight korean accent as he stood up, grabbing his belongings and making his way to the locker room.
Walking out in these, definetly not stylish clothes and walking out to wear everyone else was gathered, not particularly wanting to do this.
"이것은 만화에 있는 것과 같은 것은 없습니다."
He says to himself louder than he thought he would, looking to his side seeing a girl with almost pitch black hair and rather cute bangs beside him.
"sorry"
He gives a little nod to her as he steps away.
A guy with almost white hair was muttering in Korean to himself. He apologized for being so loud, or that’s how Naomi saw it.
“Hey, you look cool and you speak Korean and you probably have an insanely amazing quirk. No need to say sorry.”
She attempted a friendly smile but it felt really weird and she just ended up yawning again. She blew at her bangs as she kept walking and brushing them down with her hands, “Stupid bangs.” She muttered.
Blair rolled his eyes at the two and focused his attention on the teacher, ears only half listening to what he was saaying and the other was eavesdropping.
"그들은 귀엽다 ."
He says to her, then looking over at a guy rolling his eyes. Trying to pull hair over his third eye but failing as he did.
" you look cool and you speak American and you probably have an insanely amazing quirk"
He mumbles to her in his little accent that he hated, exactly repeating her words, using them against her
(I make cookie now, so idk how long I’ll take to respond for a bit)
She shot a look at the dude. “Getting sassy now?” She put her hands on her hips, then dropped her arms down. “Whatever, I’m too tired to deal with real people today.”
She looked back at the home room teacher who had already started talking about the specific activities they’d be doing. Such wonderful activities, sit-ups, running, even ball-throw.
"Sure…."
He mumbled to himself again, not particularly knowing what everyone or anyone was talking about.
He was wide awake but that didn't change the fact that he didn't want to do this.
(Yo, I is back)
First they did ball-throw.
She watched a few students step into the white circle on the ground and throw the ball, and took mental notes of their quirks.
She flinched when her name was called and squinted angrily. Throwing things took legitimate strength and she stood in the circle, passing the ball from hand to hand.
She realized she should’ve wrapped her hands when she was getting dressed because her hands would bleed more since she was so tired.
She decided she would wrap chains around her arm to strengthen her throw and use them to propel the ball forwards.
Chains erupted from the ground and snaked their way up to her arm and wound around it tightly. Her palms tingled with a familiar sensation, something she felt when she used her quirk.
She wrapped a part of the chain around the ball and took a step back before throwing it. She didn’t bother watching it, it was too sunny.
“472.3 meters.”
The distance surprised her. It was a ridiculous distance and she could never have dreamed she would do so well. Even though other students got over 700 meters, she was really proud of herself.
Her hands felt warm and the first few drops of blood dripped from her hands. She hurried over to the side not wanting to get blood on the ground where other students would be.
She sat down and let the blood make a puddle by her feet until the bleeding slowed down a bit. Shoving her hand in her pocket, she pulled out a couple bandages and wrapped them around her hands tightly and they greedily soaked up the blood.
"Young-Jae?"
He heard his name as he stared blank faced at the girl with the chains.
Stepping up in the circle, calculating how far this field was, then setting a little portal about 500-600 meters in front of him, again, he could see his reflection in the spacey void even as fair as it was, as another one appeared at the very end of the field looking as if it was floating in midair, which it was.
Looking around and about .2 seconds later, all he does is throwing it with still a very powerful throw, and with incredible accuracy (which he practiced on for SO long), it lands in the first portal, and popping out the last portal, slowly bouncing on the ground at the farthest end of the field, not even paying attention to anyone, a portal appears underneath the ball, sucking it in and throwing it out of the portal, Young-Jae catching it and tossing it to the teacher, then sitting back down, looking back again at the bloody-handed girl, then at a guy with scars on his face. The one from earlier as he got his name called.
Blair didn't say a word and just extended on of his needles on his finger, injected something into his bloodstream, and threw the ball. It went pretty far, falling back down after a couple of minutes. "Good enough." He muttered, his icelandic accrnt thick and annoyed.
(Yo sorry, I was inking a drawing and got carried away)
The white haired dude kept looking at her.
“You do have a cool quirk and seem completely unfazed,” She said blankly and dipped her finger in the puddle of blood.
“Young-Jae …” She tried out his name. “That’s your name?”
She lifted her finger up and watched the crimson slowly drip off her fingertip. She did this a couple times before she licked off the blood and looked back up.
Nodding at her then noticing the bloody cycle she was doing, he looks a tad worried, but his friend did crazy think like that
"youre crazy"
He says in an incredibly soft voice along with a slight laugh but not smiling, his blue yellow eyes looking at her blood as it dripped down. His foot bounced up and down as he leaned back, looking upwards, his hair falling out of the way revealing his thrid eye.
