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Picture broken by; Kazuto Akechi[/center]

[center]Current time: 4:00am.[/center]

The morning ritual began as it had since L.O.S.E.R was established. The clawed hand of the principal tapped the off-switch to the bedside clock barely an instant after it attempted to ring, but as always the red-skinned Devil had risen before it could serve its function. Up and out of his soft sheets and into the bathroom he performed the daily ritual of a quick shave, cold shower, and donned his usual attire but did not put on the thick coat as had been done the day before. Instead it was just his vest and dress shirt below.
On next was the pistol and harness, along with the two blades. This time they were kept on the left and right hip instead of an X across his back. The cane was a lost cause after all the fighting yesterday, his hand was still sore from where Karada had dug into the flesh like a true animal.
Even Gankona refused to sink that low while they had sparred.

The medicine had given the wound a nice scar to add to the tapestry of injuries across his body and thus was promptly ignored. Lord knew how sore he really was, barely checking up on the students. He fully expected to walk into a mess in the kitchen or even just a bunch of rotten food and dishes.
If such was the case there would be hell to pay when Lorken rewatched the tapes to see who was going to be scrubbing the floors clean with a toothbrush all day. Some students had honestly expected the Devil Principal to take some sort of sadistic pleasure in mistreating the, as one student had claimed after graduation, "Meat that served as students". The group had laughed it off and parted on good terms. Lorken had even kept regular contact after they had become pro heroes or not. 

Every group that served under him were given a very strict set of rules after their first night unsupervised in his home. Those who broke it were themselves broken in, being denied the right to train on school grounds and reduced to janitors until the matter was resolved.

[center]4:30am.[/center]

At the small PC in the corner he printed off a number of sheets to be distributed later, filing them away on one of the many Cubbys resting above. Over a dozen in total and only a few of them empty. The lists and files inside were routinely sent out to contacts along the wider net of his associates.
Multiple orders for everything the school/home needed: Food, uniforms, medical supplies, groundskeepers, tutors. Various receipts lined the drawers below for old services paid in full. Keeping the lights on and equipment in working order was a costly affair, financially speaking. Lorken kept everything running smooth as possible day after day, year after year, with his meticulous and careful thinking. 
Hero costumes were to be ordered today for the new students, registration was available if they showed progress and so the proper forms would need to be filled out. That means they needed codenames they approved. That would be dealt with today.

[color=ed1c24]"Is there anything else.."[/color] Musing out loud as he always did, Lorken shook his head and continued with the daily routine. Most of the people he needed to speak with wouldn't be up for another couple hours and their services not for a few more hours after that. 

[center]5:00am[/center]

The kitchen wasn't quite the disaster he had envisioned it being but that was not the same as being fine. Some dirty dishes, grease stains on the god damn floor, cigarette smoke was not fresh but Lorken could still smell it clear as day. The security footage from the hidden cameras had revealed what was already common knowledge. Karada and Gankona smoked like chimneys and lacked a braincell between the two that was strong enough to suggest doing it outside.
Instead they did it right here, in Lorkens home, in the middle of their new school, without a care in the world. Kazuto had run off somewhere, lord knows where he could have gone to since the nearest buildings were other homes and the only way back to the city proper was by shuttle, but that wasn't an issue. Spraying bugspray or some kind of cologne had added a thin layer of dirt to the otherwise pristine floor and tables.
Salt was also laying on the ground and table. Again the tape had revealed the culprit..

No respect..

[center]5:30am[/center]

Lorken wiped away the sweat on his forehead with a paper towel before promptly throwing it in the trash. Counters had been wiped down, fresh oil replacing the used and crumb-ridden mess that Gank had failed to clean up after, any trace of a smell from the unwashed bodies and dirt had been all but erased. Dishes had also been put through the wash. There was only one thing left to do..

Breakfast was a sacred thing for Lorken, a meal he loved more than anything else, so making a good meal was essential. The dietary requirements for the students who needed them hadn't been drawn up yet so for now it was a fend for themselves kind of morning. Lorkens meal was a classic favorite, eggs benedict with thick cut back bacon served on an english muffin. The hollandaise was always a pain but the rewarding taste was always worth the effort. 
By the time the he ate, cleaned up, and cleared away the clutter, the bell was about to ring.

[center]6:00am[/center]

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Every student was expected to be on the grounds and ready by 7am. That meant showered and clean, in uniform, waiting for Lorkens instructions for the day to begin. Class time was short and simple; Mornings they would normally go through cleaning up after whatever mess was made the day before and setting up the environments for the days lesson. Mid-day to noon were for basic tutelage like reading, writing, math, and a bit of hero history. The afternoons were dedicated to hero training exclusively. 
Stamina building, free weights, obstacle courses, firing range, Quirk building. Whatever a hero-to-be needed to develop in order to reach their goals would be dealt with. 
When classes were done it was fair game. Lorken was judge/jury/executioner to the rule breakers in his home, and rarely a teacher. Discipline at home was to respect house and home. Those who were found intolerable or incapable to listen to the rules set by Lorken when it came to how they acted outside school hours were removed from it, though usually they were just told to sleep outside in the shed for a week.

Nothing fixed poor attitude like a few days out in the freezing cold.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Tv6gQgj0VQ]RIIIIIIIIIING![/url]

Every room occupied by a student had a built in alarm for 6am and would ring every 30 seconds until Lorken, standing outside their doors, deactivated the system via panel kept locked. 

[color=ed1c24]"RISE AND SHINE, DESPOILERS OF MY HOME. EVERYONE OUT HERE NOW."[/color]

As loud as he could, his voice cutting through even the ringing of the bell, Lorken shouted into the basement hallway.