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Walking through the hallway, Momo was passed overhead by some showy guy, who was 'brazenly' showing off his quirk for the sake of his own impatience. When the guy got off his...block and stepped inside the classroom, Momo felt slightly troubled. Being in the same class as someone who used their quirk so haphazardly was a disturbing foresight. [i][color=8dc73f]It takes all kinds of people, I guess...[/color][/i] Momo thought to herself as she entered the classroom.

As she entered the classroom, she saw something...odd. At first it looked like some punk was intimidating another classmate, that is, until the 'punk' casually continued a semi-normal conversation afterwards. [color=8dc73f][i]What is this? A class for problem children?[/i][/color] Momo thought, as she rapidly checked her roster, convinced she was at the wrong place. 

When it turned out she wasn't, however, she made her way to a seat in the rear corner, right next to the door. She swiftly sat down and eyed around the classroom, fidgeting awkwardly as she did so. [color=8dc73f][i]Why is it so stressful to strike up a conversation?[/i][/color] Momo's worries quickly multiplied as her mind was flooded by all the things that could go wrong, which were quite a lot of things considering most people had some special power. And so she continued her awkward fidgeting, simply hoping class would soon start.