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[h3][i][b]Classroom 1-A > Cafeteria Veranda[/b][/i][/h3][hr][/center]
The General Education classes weren't as bad as Kenichi feared, at least compared to his middle school. He still felt like he wasn't quite up to par for some of the material, but Isshin-sensei's use of his quirk to help each student one on one made it much less embarrassing to ask for help (he always hated feeling stupid when he had to ask for clarification or a repeat of something) and much easier to focus on what Kenichi was having trouble with instead of trying to scramble and keep up with everyone else. Even with those advantages though, he had given himself a wrist cramp trying to take notes on everything in as much detail as possible, and his eyes felt dry from staring so hard at the books as if he could intimidate them into giving him information.

When the bell rang for lunchtime he practically collapsed on top of his desk in relief. Unlike some of the others he took his time getting there--he skimmed back over his notes to make sure he hadn't missed anything, and checked his schedule so that he could sort out the books in his desk for whatever classes they had next and start trying to think ahead of the lesson plan. But the rumbling in his stomach sounded like a tiger trying to claw its way out of his guts at some point, so off he went with the rest. There were a lot more students he didn't recognize in the halls, but most of them were probably from other classes. 

He thanked his lucky stars when he saw how varied the menu was in Komei's cafeteria--after the exhausting training exercise and Nurse Kiwi's intense healing session, his body probably need as much fuel to recover as it did to just get him through class. When "pumping up," so to speak, his blood produced far more red cells, and his heart would beat much faster. Using his strength, especially the way he had against Fumika, meant putting a lot of strain on his muscles and bones. And of course, he had his workouts to think about--he wanted to get bigger (especially taller, but he doubted he could force that) and make better gains. For the cardiovascular system, carbs that burned longer and more efficiently, and calories to make up for energy consumption. For muscles, bones, and blood richness, lots of calcium, iron, and the most important of all: protein.

He picked one of the outdoor tables on the veranda, because he was going to need some room for the extra-large tray he had ordered. As it came down with a heavy thump on the table, Kenichi sat and began to unwrap his chopsticks with a grin.

First up, a big--huge, even--bowl of rice with an egg cracked over top. A big serving, but not that unusual. But then there was Sutamina--or Stamina--Udon: pork cutlets, boiled cabbage and onions, three boiled eggs, and the titular thick wheat noodles, all in a warm broth and with Tsuyu sauce for dipping. Next to that, an even bigger bowl of Chankonabe; a chicken broth soup with added mirin, quartered pieces of chicken with the skin left on, fried balls made of kneaded fish, diced beef, hearty vegetables like daikon and bok choy, and another helping of noodles. Chankonabe was known as a dish making up the bulk of a sumo-wrestler's diet to increase their weight and muscle mass, and one meal of it contained as many as 10,000 calories.

"Itadakimasu!" Kenichi said as he broke apart the chopsticks, and then set to it with gusto.