[center][h1][color=Steelblue][b]K E N I C H I[/b][/color][/h1]
[h3][i][b]Classroom 1-A[/b][/i][/h3][hr][/center]
Sen didn't answer immediately, as the sound of someone hitting the ground presumably distracted him, as it did Kenichi. He turned to see Jett in a somewhat compromised position with a new girl, and despite his confusion he was sorely tempted to call the guy out for hypocrisy after that whole fiasco with Fumika earlier.

He heard his name mentioned, and cut his eyes towards the source. Mamoru and the twintails were talking about another fight at Point A...so she had been the one who captured it after he and Fumika had been picked up? And she'd beaten Roy to do it. He wondered what her Quirk was, since she certainly seemed to skinny to have done any real damage...

The presence of someone really big in his peripheral caused the blue-hair to turn his attention once again, especially because whoever they were, they were looming over Fumika and cracking their knuckles. Kenichi started to narrow his eyes, but it turned out that tall guy was just asking about their fight and the ahoge girl didn't seem at all intimidated by him.

The class seemed like it had gotten a lot noisier in general by this point; they apparently had more new students besides Roy, and everyone was trying to get to know each other or just talking about the training exercise. Kenichi started to continue his conversation with Sen, but then the teachers entered--not just L Guardian, but another guy that Kenichi recognized as the principle from the exam panel, and some older dude who seemed...familiar for some reason? Ah, Kenichi softly snapped his fingers, it was because he shared some features with Jett. So were they related?

Once Yoshida-sensei had the class under control, the three teachers brought up footage of the exercise and began breaking things down. Kenichi sat up straight and watched intensely, but could only nod with a dejected "Yes sir..." when they told him what he already knew. He was dumb--all he was good at was being strong and fast. He wasn't really sure [i]how[/i] to use his brain in combat, and none of the teachers bothered offering any constructive comments on the matter. He settled back into his seat with a sigh and crossed his arms, but kept his eyes on the footage.

As the battle at Point C played out, Kenichi suddenly gripped one of his biceps hard enough that his fingers were leaving a red mark. He had thought [i]his[/i] damage control was bad, but ho-lee-SHIT what had those teams been thinking!? Acion's feathers were what had cut Sen so badly, and Mamoru had intentionally wrecked the truck with her classmates still in it and tried to run them over with a crane. And she was going to lecture him about losing to Fumika in a fair fight? 

Other fights played out with less destruction--though Kenichi highly disagreed with the teachers about Jett and Ezra's fight because real men talk it out with their fists--up until they covered Donny's collapse of Point B. Kenichi did agree with them there; just like Mamoru's plan, that had been completely out of line. But that was the general theme with this class, it seemed. Everyone had this feel of desparation to them. They had to show off their Quirks, they had to fight it out at their hardest, they had to take whatever measures were necessary to win. To pass. They had all tried so hard to get approval, and whether it was their natural competitive nature or the pressure L Guardian put on them, either way it didn't seem like a good start to the school year. At this rate they'd all kill each other before midterms.

As the handbooks were handed out and the teachers left the room, the pockets of conversation started up again. Kenichi, in what might seem an uncharacteristic display, immediately cracked open the handbook and started skimming the contents. If they had fifteen minutes until the bell rang...no, there was no way he could read all this in fifteen minutes. But one of the study strategies he had learned about was to scan the information as a whole, and then break it down into the most important parts. He already knew he would have to study as much as he could to raise his grades, but now that even the teachers had acknowledged his lack of brainpower he desperately wanted to do better. He looked up every once in a while when he couldn't help but overhear something interesting. Fumika seemed to be making more friends, which made him smile. The twintail girl was called Kasuke Mina, and despite seeming so frail it turned out she did karate, which explained how she'd beaten Roy and taken A. He made a mental note to talk to her later. Maybe learning something about martial arts would help him--fighting like that took smarts and technique and stuff, right? He might be able to ask Jett and Ezra too. From watching them on the projector, it seemed like Ezra had a lot of similarities to Kenichi, a brawling style based on schoolyard and back alley experience; Jett, on the other hand, had this way of kicking that didn't seem like Karate or those other popular martial arts, Tae Kwon Do and Muay Thai, but still had that kind of sharpness and precision to it that actual training provided.

Everyone seemed like they were getting along well. Kenichi wanted to jump in on some of the conversations too...but...

He looked down at the handbook. 

[i]"Besides, your Quirk has tons of potential. Me, I'm just a poor man's All Might--I can run fast, hit stuff, and jump around. I'm only good for fighting or lifting things."

"Just like anything else, Heroes with brains like you will win out over dumb brawny types like me."[/i]

Funny that the words he had used to help someone else hurt himself. Hero schools were still schools--he had failed the exam for UA and only made middle-rankings here. It didn't matter if he could fight, or if his Quirk was considered strong no matter how many people told him that it was. He had to make the grade, or none of it mattered.

He set the open handbook on the desk--the main character desk, he thought with a bitter smirk--and started trying to memorize it in silence.