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While everyone in the class was all over making friends and chatting. Seth had found a vacant seat and sat down. He wasn’t all that good at making friends. He did have some back home, but he’d known them since kindergarten. However, it took quite a while before he became friends with the. It wasn’t that he was anti-social. On the contrary, he loved hanging out with his friends, but he found more solace working on cars than anything else. When the bell rang his home room teacher walked in and he noticed he looked a little annoyed. He made the class take their seats and wrote his name on the board. [i]Akihito Yoshida[/i] Seth repeated to himself to remember the name. He wasn't good with remembering names. 

“L guardian?” Seth whispered to himself. He had heard the name, but he wasn’t too sure on what he could do. He had heard of the heroes on the news, but he rarely ever watched it. He was more into the car shows and auto racing. When he did go online, it was to research auto parts and find new music for his audio player.  Mr. Yoshida showed them the track suit and he wanted to ask a question but saw he was already on his way out. [i]Better not until we get to the training grounds[/i] Seth thought. When the teacher dismissed them, he picked up his duffle bag and headed towards the locker rooms. 

As he scanned the lockers, he found the one with number three on it. He opened it and found a track suit inside. He placed his duffle bag inside the locker as metal tools clanged inside. As he began to change he began muttering to himself, “Glade they gave me this locker number.” the number three was considered his lucky number and also his favorite racers number. The suit felt a little loose, but he figured it was better than tight. He was about to tear off the sleeves when he stopped and said, “Better wait, Mr. Yoshida might not take to kindly to the track suits being ripped.” He would wait and ask Mr. Yoshida about taking off the sleeves at the training facility. When he was done changing he closed the locker and let out a long sigh. [i]Here we go[/i]. He thought to himself before he started to walk out of the locker room and towards training area. 

[at Training Grounds Echo]

“Whoa,” Seth said as he walked up to the training grounds and towards Mr. Yoshida. As he walked he spun and looked around. A smile formed on his face as he said, “Look at all this! I bet you could find some killer scrap metal here.” He then stopped and asked himself, “I wonder if they’ll let me look around on my down time and allow me to take some scrap metal from here to my Dad.” With that out of the way, he walked up with the others and stood to wait for Mr. Yoshida’s orders. 

“Um, Mr. Yoshida,” Seth began before he continued, “would it be possible to take off the sleeves of the track suit after class? Sleeves sometimes hinder my Quirk. If that’s ok?” Seth didn’t want to annoy him any more than he seemed to be and hoped he wasn’t stepping over any lines when asking the question.