[center][h1][color=FFC0CB][u]N a d e s h i k o[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
[sub][b]April 7th -- School Grounds[/b][/sub] [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[color=FFC0CB][i]'Why here?'[/i][/color]

It was a repeating thought in the mind of one gooey first year, as she shuffled through a vacating auditorium. Why did she need to attend such a rigid school? There were other good academies in Japan, even discounting the infamous U.A, whom her mother held a vehement grudges against to this day. She had hoped, just the slightest bit, that leaving home for Hokkaido would give her some leeway; no more ever watchful authority figures examining her every move, criticizing her, reminding her of her faults. A silver lining to leaving Ōtsu behind.. Yet from the opening speech alone, the dour uniforms, the rigidity in the syllabus, she could tell; this was going to be just like home. An ironic thing to be so melancholy about, considering the homesickness so many of her peers no doubt felt.

Yet, perhaps this was for the best. She was never very good at making her own choices. Deliberating, over thinking. Air headed, her mother would say. She needed structure in her life. Order, lest she melt away like her quirk willed her body to do. This new academy would good for her. It was a good school, plenty would kill to have the spot she qualified for. Many would kill just to see the beauty of Sapporo. She was being ungrateful. Typical.

Introspective as ever, the young goo girl managed to sequester just enough mental fortitude to navigate through the crowds and into the halls. She had spent plenty of time memorizing the grounds of the school. Each hall, each classroom, the dorms. A few quick glances past the sludgy bangs that gun across her face was enough to recognize landmarks she had seen on the map provided and alter course as required. Even as she berated herself mentally for her selfish complaints, her brisk pace put her ahead of many of her peers, who talked among themselves and delayed their arrivals significantly.

It was perhaps this fact that emboldened Nadeshiko. Hearing the crowd fade away as she walked the halls ahead of the pack, she looked up less and less. Eyes down upon black loafers, she trudged through the hall of wing A, towards the very first room that dotted the impeccably kept walls. Caught up in wondering whether or not she truly deserved the prestige of Ishin, she peered forward seconds too late and collided with somebody, resulting in an [color=FFC0CB][i]'oof'[/i][/color] as the squishy female stumbled backwards and onto her bottom, which itself resulted in her bouncing a few times thanks to its elasticity.

Well this wasn't how she wanted things to start off...