I come into consciousness and look up. "Who're you?" Fukawa asks politely. I'm confused at our new uniforms, but I answer.
"Takeshi." She nods and we keep walking. She starts talking and I see the school in the distance. "This doesn't look like our school?" I look at Fukawa.
"Oh, did Kosa not write it on his hand? Mom switched our schools! We go to Jakyu Middle School now." Kosa usually writes what we need to know on our hands so that we aren't confused, but he must've forgotten to today. I acknowledge what she's said and amble through the gates. I look down to avoid eye contact, all these new people are making me feel sick. She doesn't act it, but she's nervous. I can tell because her nervous quirk has activated. "You'll be fine, everyone'll love you." That seems to calm her down and her quirk disappears.
I feel like everybody's staring at me, I think I'll have a heart attack if I stay here any longer. We go inside the building and put our inside shoes on. A teacher approaches us when we walk into the hallway.
"I haven't seen you two here before! Are you the new students?" She asks us enthusiastically. "Yup!" Fukawa replies, just as upbeat as the teacher. I just nod. She checks her watch and tells us, "Follow me and we'll go find out what classes you're in!" Fukawa smiles widely at the teacher and we begin to follow her.
We make it to reception and the teacher hands us pieces of paper. "Those have your home room classes on them!" she says. Fukawa thanks her, we both now and leave. She looks at her paper, "Let me see yours!" She snatches the paper from my hands playfully and looks at them. "Oh... er, we're in different classes-" I cut her off, "WHAT!" I look at the pieces of paper and dread washes over me, what will I do without my weirdly charming sister to protect me! She fiddles with her hair and bone appears on her skin. I hand her paper back and die a little inside. "We'll have to find somebody to show us where these classes are..." I say, stressed out at the thought of having to talk to somebody. Her nervous quirk disappears and she becomes weirdly happy, "I'll do the talking for you!" I nod at her appreciatively and we walk around the school.
On our walk, I find my classroom. "That's good, you didn't have to do any talking after all!" She beamed. "Yeah, yeah, i'll just sit here until it's time for class, I can't be bothered to find your class with you." She makes an offended expression and I go to apologise. She laughs and walks away, leaving me confused. I pull my pencil case out of my bag. I pull the zipper and grab my purple pen. I put out my left wrist and begin writing, saying the words while I write, "You.. are in... class 2F. Fukawa is... not with you." I sign my name underneath the message and stare into space. I haven't got much else to do, and my mind begins to wander.
Before I know it, it's time for class. I go to walk in the class, but the teacher stops me. She begins to talk, "Class! We have a new student today! Say your name and three facts about yourself, we're all friends around here!" She seems bubbly and friendly, but that won't take me off edge. "My name is Endo. Tak- Kosa Endo." Somebody in the front row puts their hand up. "Yes, Kimura?" The teacher says. He puts his hand down and asks his question, "Why'd you start saying the wrong name, do you not know your name or something?" A few people in the class chuckle and my chest tightens. "Ah, don't be rude! Do you want to answer that question?" She looks over at me. I nod. "I have a personality disorder." The few giggles in the back stop. The person in the front looks embarrassed and apologetic. "Sorry," He says. I need to make a good impression. The teacher changes the subject, "How about three fun facts about yourself! I'm sure we'd love to hear them!" I look down at her, why is she so short? Wait, I'm just tall, never mind. "I guess.." I look at the floor, "My parents are heroes? I have 10 siblings and my oldest brother is in hero school." The teacher smiles at the class, "Why don't you sit down next to Tokoyami!" I walk to the back and sit in the chair while the teacher starts registration, this is going to be a long day.