Momo saw a pair of boys walking away from the building as she was heading towards it. They took no notice of her, clearly absorbed in their own conversation. Her new roommates, no doubt. Fantastic. the one with the brown locs was cute, or would be if it he weren't wearing those ridiculous sunglasses in the shade. The other one, though, he had a very noticeable head of hair? Green and bushy, he may have trouble with the secret identity challenge before the semester even started? Though she hoped that wouldn't hurt his chances.
Daddy had been strangely unbending in denying her desire to dorm with the regular people, saying that his daughter deserved the best. She didn't really see why she needed to be in the reinforced building; It was embarrassing that she got special treatment even if it was shared with four other people .
Momo didn't know what to expect from this group. Still, no one could say that Yaoyorozu Momo didn't make the best of any situation. She had taken a guiding hand in the construction of their dormitory, creating an environment that was spacious, desirable, and above all else, simple.
She breezed through the hallway, disregarding the note that hung on the entrance. A quick thumb scan took her to the central common room. She surveyed the work of the decorators critically. They had done an amazing job. Now at least when the other students asked her why she was in this small dorm set off at the edge of campus she could humbly explain that it was the last dorm they had to offer, it would look like she waited till the last minute to apply for housing but it was better then looking spoiled.
It wasn't her ideal situation, but it would work. Momo moved briskly to the girls' side, anxious to get through lest the last boy be lounging about, She wasn't quite ready to meet her room mates yet.
The girls' side was identical to the boys', save that there were only two rooms, numbered 4 and 5 respectively. While group bathrooms were fine for males, Momo had suggested that women needed their own bathrooms.
On that thought, Momo realized her other roommate was sitting in one of the plush pink chairs Momo had picked out, watching the television on mute. It seemed to be a nature show, and the girl was as silent as the screen, just watching and occasionally cocking her head to a different angle.
The girl was pose and peaceful was the word that came to momo's mind. She had long green braids with flowers placed in different spots almost making them look like vines.
The girl's clothing was clean at least, though it had the look of something that had been worn for many years. Ironically, Momo's jeans had the same appearance, though hers had achieved the look through corporate innovation and the fashion demands of the public. The most disconcerting thing about the girl, though, was her eyes. While Momo had always considered her own black eyes, especially when paired with her long black hair, to be rather stunning, they held no candle to the dark green irises that encircled this girl's pupils. "Ahem," Momo said trying to gain the young woman's attention, it would be rude to just walk by and not introduce herself. "Good afternoon, I take it that you are my dorm mate?"
The girl swiveled her head toward Momo in a motion that seemed more gracefully than a human should have the right to be. She blinked those round dark green eyes twice, then gave an oddly- shaped grin. "You snuck up on me," that girl said. "Oh, well, I do apologize," Momo said formally.
"it's alright," said the girl. "I should have been paying more attention"
"All right, then," Momo said, shifting on her feet uncomfortably. She knew everyone staying here had a strong quirk, but she had been unable to wheedle her father into telling her precisely what to expect. "My name is Momo. What do you go by?"she gave a polite smile
The girl blinked slowly before giving a light smile "my given name is Shiozaki Ibara , you may call me Ibara if you like"Ibara had a very calming presence that momo couldn't help falling into
"why are you watching the tv on mute?" she finally had to ask "I enjoy the nature without all the talking ruining the peace it brings" Ibara said turning back to the tv
"Ah, well, I see," Momo said slowly, eyeing room number four and edging her way towards it. "Well, I'll leave you to that, then. See you tonight at the meeting." With those words, momo jammed her thumb on her door scanner and popped it open. Closing the door behind her Momo allowed a smile on her face. It was strange how calm and relaxed that girl made her, how it felt like they were already friends despite just meeting each other , Ibara was drawing her in with those dark green eyes. Momo had grown up wealthy and aristocratic, and if there was one thing she wasn't used to it was genuine kindness from a stranger.
Outside momo's door, Ibara sat in the chair, eyes still trained on her nature show. "I like her, I hope we can be friends," Ibara whispered to a small stuffed bear that sat between her leg and the armrest of the chair.
*v*
"See, I told you we'd have fun," Dex gloated as he munched on a thick hamburger. "We didn't have fun," Izuku corrected. "We got lost. For half an hour. Until I went into a building and asked for directions." "And wasn't it lucky I brought along a guy with no masculinity issues about asking for directions?"Dex pointed out.
"I think you're stretching on this one," Izuku replied, picking at the basket of chicken fingers. Being a wanderer had given him a pretty ironclad stomach when it came to grease and taste, but he had also always had to subsist on whatever was available at the time. As a result, he had a small appetite and an equally small percentage of body fat.
He reflected ruefully that if only he had some muscle on his wiry frame it would have been very pronounced. "I might be," Dex admitted. "But then again, you haven't even told me what you can do. I feel like im at a disadvantage here"dex was happy that he seemed to have gotten midoriya to calm down and open up a bit
"Shh," Izuku hushed him quickly. "We're in public; you know we can't talk about that kind of stuff." "Oh please," Dex said, taking another bite of his burger then guzzling down soda. "We're at one of the only five colleges in the nation that offer certification for Supers to become the government-approved responders known as Heroes. I'm sure, like, everyone in this cafeteria is a damn Super in disguise."
The young men paused for a moment and looked around. Besides themselves, there was a small group of ladies halfway across the dining hall, and a large table mixed up of boys and girls clear on the other end. There were also a few tables where, like Izuku and Dex, only one or two occupants sat. No one in the room looked particularly Super, or even interesting for that matter. Well, with the exception of the girl with short orange hair in a side ponytail sitting with her friend. Izuku did notice her as he did his visual sweep. Even aside from the colored hair, something about her stood out.
"Okay, maybe half the people," Dex conceded as he finished looking around him. "According to the doctors at who told me about this place, less than half of one percent of the student population is enrolled in the Hero Certification Program," Izuku informed him.
"So odds are pretty good you and I are the only people with in the program here." Dex let out a low whistle. "Less than half of one percent? That seems really low." Izuku shrugged. " Even if this is only one of five schools, UA is still a big university. A lot of people are going to come here wanting a run-of-the-mill education." "Poor bastards," Dex said, shaking his head. "All kinds of awesome stuff going on around them and they have no clue about it."
"At least they better not,"Izuku said. "I heard that keeping your abilities a secret is, like, half of your grade. They say if you're found out you have to do some kind of awful makeup courses to graduate, and that's only an option if you're at the top of the class." Izuku unthinkingly ran his hands through his hair.
At least the campus was full of enough people with their own strange features that he might have at least half a chance of blending in. "Don't worry about the 'do," Dex told him. "I didn't think it meant anything significant, and I already knew you had some sort of power when we met. Of course, I still don't know what the damn thing is... But hey, that's what friendships are built around, right? Secrets and mysteries."
"You're something of a drama queen, aren't you?" Izuku joked. "Gasp! A dagger, straight into my heart," Dex said, grasping his chest and leaning back in his chair.
His breathing became labored and his hands slumped to the sides. He was dead, his life ended before its prime by the harsh words of someone he had thought of as a fast-growing friend. But hark! One of his hands lifted oh so slowly, making its way to the table and grappling the hamburger, then raising it triumphantly to his opened and waiting mouth.
"I don't even want to know what's going on in your head right now," Izuku sighed to his slumped-back friend. "Good call," Dex assured him. izuku sighed and pushed away his now-forgotten chicken strips. Dex was loud, indiscreet as could be, and showy every chance he got. But he was also the only person to try to be his friend in years. This alone made him someone Izuku knew he'd need to keep around.
Izuku was only in his room for a few minutes when he heard knocking on his door
Opening it dex let himself in "ok I could find out on my own but that's no fun" he said with a grin "so as a friend you should show me your power first hand"
Izuku just rubbed his head with a sigh "ok. But I don't have a lot of control over it so" stepping back he held out his arm and focused, in a few second's his arm glowed with red veins flowing up and green sparks
"whoa thats flashy" he stared "what does it do though?"
"It's like super strength I guess" Izuku mumbled letting the power fade, he flexed his arm trying to loosen it up from the strain. Dex nodded "well I'm sure that'll come in handy in the HCP.. granted you gain control you know" "yeah. Control" izuku mumbled
