[center][color=835C3B][h2]Ayah Cadeyrn[/h2][/color][/center]

Ayah hummed happily to the tune currently playing in her room. She danced around as she got dressed in her uniform and threw some last minute items in her backpack. It seemed as though nothing could deter her mood. After thoroughly checking to make sure she had everything, the brown haired girl went into the bathroom. She went through her usual routine. Brush her teeth, brush her hair, French braid her long hair to make it manageable. With that out of the way as quickly as possible, she headed towards the kitchen where her mother and father both sat, eating a hearty breakfast. The cheerful girl sat down at her designated spot and began to eat what was set before her. After a moment, her mother spoke up.

“Do you have everything you need?”

[color=835C3B]"Yes, mother,”[/color] Ayah responded respectfully.

“Notebooks, pencils, folders, calculator, and all that?” Her mother asked, her rapt attention focused on her daughter's behavior. Any wrong move, and the hounds would be unleashed.

[color=835C3B]“Yes, mother,”[/color] The teen responded in the exact same way.

“Where are your swords?” Ayah’s father asked, looking up for the first time.

[color=835C3B]“I already gave all my blades to the academy, they store them with my hero outfit.”[/color] Ayah explained as if reciting an answer. Her father simply nodded approvingly. He was an engineer who worked for the company that made the hero suits for students, so he had helped Ayah on her outfit design. Of both her parents, he was more accepting of her choice of occupation. Plus he had helped Ayah design her weapon that she used in combat, when she is unable to use her quirk. 

“You should leave soon, it's better to be early than late.” Ayah's mother reminded her. The clock said that she'd have more than plenty of time to reach school, but her mother's voice implied that she should leave immediately.

[color=835C3B]“Alright, goodbye.”[/color] The excited girl could feel the ball of energy in her gut even as she stayed composed on the outside. She exited her home and set a brisk pace to her school. Just fast enough to unravel her nerves and general antsiness, but not too fast as to be exhausted when she arrived.

The school stuck out even among the tall, steel structures that filled the city. It seemed a lot more durable and important than everything around it. Then again, it WAS a high school designed to train heroes. Ayah looked around to see not many people milling about. Of course, she was early, so it was understandable. With plenty of time to spare, the anxious girl took her time finding her spot in the auditorium and fiddling around with her phone. She kept glancing up from her mobile device though, watching people enter the area. It was easy picking out the first years, many looked nervous, or confused, or simply out of place. Ah, she wanted to reassure them, tell them everything would be fine. But she knew that would still freak some of them out, plus she was a bit nervous about going up and confronting them even if they are new. So instead Ayah returned to her phone, feeling a touch guilty for her lack of action.