[center][h1][color=7bcdc8][u]U M E[/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]
[center][color=7bcdc8][i]"I guess this place is just as cold as I thought."[/i][/color], Ume mumbled to herself as she walked, her arms crossed over her chest to insulate both her confidence and body-heat. [color=7bcdc8][i]"In both terms."[/i][/color][/center]
The auditorium introduction had not had the greatest effect on the Freshman; her stride was still that of a readied, new school-girl. Not worried or chilled like many of those who walked around her. For that was what she was; a readied, new school-girl. During the preliminary interviews and examinations for Isshin, the air of strictness and unrelenting structure had been well established. This school was one that took their business with a grave seriousness, and Ume respected that. [color=7bcdc8][i]"The speech that was given to all of the attending students was just a loud reinforcement of that"[/i][/color], the girl told herself. This was one of the reasons why she had worked and applied for the second-best school in Japan: It wasn't happy-go-lucky, like so many of the other schools. There was progress that [i]had[/i] to be made here. Still, even with those thoughts, a cold tone could still be felt by Ume sleeking through the crowds of hesitant first-years. Hopefully such a vibe would extinguish itself after the first day, but it was here to dominate for the time being. The cold interior of a prestigious school; just the place for students to succeed.

As she slowly walked among the herd of students, Ume's thoughts began to wander much like that of what curious first-year always do before the first class of the year. What kind of friends would she meet? What kinds of projects would she be assigned? Who were her teachers? How big was the classroom? What kinds of quirks would she see in action? Would anyone see her quirk?...

Ume's mind gave into a slow stop as the last question crossed her mind. Her latex-covered hands drifted to her turquoise ponytails as she kept walking, the last question sticking itself in the way of all the others. She started to nervously twirl her hair as a new stream of question walked themselves across her consciousness, parading around in a way that was all too familiar to the young lady. [color=7bcdc8][i]"What if they do see my quirk?... What would I do? We might do basic training, or even quirk testing today in Hero studies. They'll have to see it eventually, But..."[/i][/color] Ume adjusted her necklace with subtly shaking fingers. [color=7bcdc8][i]"I've already thought through this before, why should I think about again?.. There's so much more I could think about.. Other than my quirk."[/i][/color] The tingling sensation of a developing itch made itself apparent on Ume's right hand, causing her to look down at the appendage in her ocean-thick thought. [color=7bcdc8][i]"I should have applied more ointment today, anyways. I might accidentally itch myself... Wait, what then? Where would the cells go? They could go anywhere... Even on a person. Oh god, not a person, anything but..."[/i][/color], Ume's mind continued. Replacing the past, pleasant thoughts of a new school-year, Ume trotted along with her eyes glazed as she ran through her thoughtful routine. [color=7bcdc8][i]"I think I'm almost to class... I can't turn back and apply more medicine now... I'll have to get through homeroom and do it in a restroom later, I guess."[/i][/color], the young lady mumbled to herself as she came towards the classroom sign of 1-A, her eyes lifting themselves from the ground and towards what seemed like her potential classmates. [color=7bcdc8][i]"I should stop thinking about it, really. At least a for little bit..."[/i][/color]
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The sudden absurdity of the situation she stepped into caused Ume to not be able to stifle her laughter, her chuckle ringing clear and sharp as she watched the toppling dominoes that were her future classmates. Through previous serious preparation and expectations, Ume had come to expect her peers to be a readied and competitive bunch. Instead, the young girl was treated to a hilariously awkward situation beyond her control, but just inside her sense of humor. She allowed her grim thoughts to suddenly dissipate as she enjoyed this comic relief in Isshin's tense environment, letting go of her turquoise pig-tails before she twisted them too much. A short, black-haired girl seemed to be pinned by an invisible force as a boy and jelly-women watched, her face beat-red and her body squirming nervously. The turquoise-haired girl heard only a little bit of what the black-haired girl said, her voice muffled by whatever was on top of her and her own embarrassment.

[center][color=B7618D][i]“Can you… uh… get off? This isn’t how I exactly wanted to get close to my classmates! I ain’t this kinda girl, okay?”[/i][/color][/center]
Ume slowly recovered from her fit of laughter as she approached the girl, her composure returning to her and her eyes scanning the scenario to see exactly was on top of the girl. If there was anything on the girl, that was; for all Ume saw, it was just thin air that pinned the student. Hopefully this wasn't just some nervous fit the prone girl was having after being pushed. [color=7bcdc8][i]"I'm sure you aren't, shorty."[/i][/color], Ume responded to the girl's cries, bringing her foot to experimentally feel the air suspended above the girl. [color=7bcdc8][i]"Well, shoot, there [b]is[/b] something here."[/i][/color], Ume said aloud, surprised as her foot made contact with dense nothingness. By the feel of it, it seemed like she was putting her foot on someone's invisible [i]hip[/i]. That couldn't be it, though. Could it? Hesitantly, but not yet cautiously, Ume gave the invisible object a brisk shove off of the black-haired girl's torso and onto the ground. A low [i]thud[/i] sound confirmed that something had been there; how peculiar.

[color=7bcdc8][i]"My name's Ume. You alright?"[/i][/color], the young lady greeted as she helped the still flustered girl off the floor. [color=7bcdc8][i]"That was a good laugh. You guys should consider becoming a comedy troupe. You'd make good money"[/i][/color], Ume continued, now looking back at the watching boy and jelly-composed girl as she started standing up herself.
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