I felt the harsh vibrations of a school bell chiming violently. And right at that moment, students began streaming in continuously. chattering as they went about with one another. In a way, that was good for them. But to me, connections were weaknesses that were bound to destroy you. Because the more you loved something, the more you wished for it to be better and it wouldn't be long before you destroyed it completely to suit your tastes.
"Ooh ooh, hello hello hello there!" I somehow managed to read the lips of a bright girl, jumpy and almost airy as compared to the surroundings, "My name's Ochaca Uraraka! It's great to see someone new here. Everyone else almost gets along with everyone else it seems too good to be true..."
She continued her rambling, but it was too fast and excited for me to catch much of it afterwards. And for once, something made me laugh because she seemed so pure and truly exhilerated to be in the school, almost like how I would act to keep my cover.
She would be the perfect person to observe and learn from.
Before I was even able to strike up a proper conversation with her, a boy of grand demeanor came into the classroom, debating with one other boy of sloppy behaviour to remove his leg from the desktop. It was then that I caught the eye of thebi-coloured everything boy from this morning. He was staring, analysing almost, of everyone. He didn't say a word, merely obsevrved, as if no one in the classroom was truly worth his time. If I wasn't wrong, he would have come into this school through special recommendations, although either way it didn't matter to me, because Iwouldtake him down if I had to.
"Hey hey, what's your name?" my focus turned back to the bouncy happy girl.
"Otonari Kotone,"I wrote on the same piece of paper from this morning,"Nice to meet you."
Uraraka seemed extremely excited to have finally made a friend that she was jumping so much from her expectations of this school, trying to share them with me while also trying to keep herself contained from the excitement.
Suddenly, a man entered the classroom, his eyes looking dark and he has waves of curcly long hair streaming on his face. Despite the obvious obstruction due to his hair, he seemed unbothered by it.
I could never understand why one wouldn't tie their hair if they had long hair. Even I did so, and I was trying to play myself off as an easygoing and aloof person.
Before we knew it, he barked instructions that I obviously couldn't hear, but Uraraka could and she proceeded to drag me to the changing room with her, I guess for PE?
"Hey, so I was wondering from earlier, whatisyour Quirk?" Uraraka asked while I waited for her to change completely.
I flinched at the question a little, before I held the piece of paperagain and wrote,"Well, you'll see soon, won't you?"
"Ah, that's true," Uraraka seemed unfazed by my not answering, "Well, its time to go go go!"
And she literally dragged me out onto the gathering field. Like really she dragged me out of enthusiasm. As in, my face was almost face first to the ground kind of drag. Sure, she seemed harmless, but she definitely knew how to maneuver herself and she definitely wasn't as weak as she was coming off as.
"Well, just so you know, the punishment for coming in last is, expulsion," Aizawa Shouta, our homeroom teacher, explained the layout of today's first lesson.
Learn to pace yourself, be careful of what's going on around you, then strike.
The voice I couldn't even hear for myself repeated within my mind.
The first component to the five tests we had was sprinting. I didn't love running, but I didn't hate it either.
When it was my turn, I braced myself and saw what I could depend on. The wind blowing against the ground that day made a harsh, but quick sound. And that was my ticket to my short time.
Immediately, I gathered the short spans of sound and solidified them, stabilising them before I went. As soon as the word 'go' was heard, the sound disc went ahead as I released my constraint on it. Sure the speed sound was slower than light, but it was quick too, and easier to manipulate. At the end of the test, I finished in 4.17 seconds.
I would do well for this component. I would do well in this school. I wasn't about to be removed of my chances of escaping.
Someone caught my eye. A boy of power so strong and so imporperly wielded that his finger broke when he used his Quirk. His black curly hair had been dancing in the blowing wind as he threw the last test, a ball throw of some sorts, such a far distance away with impeccable effort. And his execution of his Quirk was beautiful too.So why did he break his finger? Izuku Midoriya, what are you doing?
As soon as the lesson ended, Uraraka dragged me to go speak with the impressive boy before she had scolded him into going to the healing centre... again?
Something big must've happened during general admissions examinations.
It was not before long that the first day of school officially starting had ended, and as everyone was streaming back home, I found myself leaving Uraraka in the hands of Izuku as I waited for almost everyone to leave before I left for my 'home' as well.
I stalked into one of the back alleys of the school, before covering myself in a hoddie that hid my school uniform from others to prevent suspicion. It wasn't before long that I reached my 'home', the circus.
No one could know I was here, or that I belonged here except th U.A. teachers. The secret was too grave of one that if released, could not only harm my fellow circus-mates but also the people who knew of the secret.
And that wasn't a risk worth taking.
I was about to head toward the circus back entrance when the sounds in the air seemed off. Almost as though someone was hitching their breath to prevent from being discovered.
No one from this part of the country would ever do that. All of us were almost born into rouge as our first instinct. We didn't think to bother planning before facing one another.
I turned behind, observing and staring at the seeming blank space of nothing there but buildings, dead plants and more buildings.
But there was definitely a curious cat around there. And they were something I couldn't risk letting in.
I felt the faint vibrations in the air, and slowly walked toward the source, preparing a tight noose using a string of tune to strangle the person with. The faint paces of breath led me to behind a pillar,classic.
As soon as I pretended to walk past the pillar, there was a sudden shift in movement and immediately twisted the loose ends of the string around the string of tune around the person's arm, tugging them towards me before reaching to tighten the noose around their neck.
They mustn't live.
But then they twisted to let me see their face and I panicked. It was him again.
The bi-coloured boy, Todoroki Shouto.
