[center][h1][color=Steelblue][b]K E N I C H I[/b][/color][/h1]
[h3][i][b]Gymnasium > Villain Psych[/b][/i][/h3][hr][/center]
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Just as Yashiro-kun agreed to train with him, there was a monumental series of crashes and bangs from the Training Room. Kenichi immediately recognized the sounds of battle, though he didn't know who was in there at the moment or what their Quirks might be--he hoped 1-A wasn't continuing to live up to its name of "the class that keeps trying to kill each other." As usual, a teacher had to help the injured students towards the Nurse's office, and dismissed the rest of them. It looked like that training would have to wait until later. The combatants turned out to be the blind girl and the other girl Kenichi didn't really know--now that he thought about it he hadn't even caught their names during the class. But if the disabled girl could cause something like that, she had to have a powerful Quirk or at least some really good skills. Maybe one of those badass blind martial arts masters? Maybe he didn't have to tiptoe around her or worry about offending her as much as he had thought. Acion helped Arsenal carry the other one--who must have some kind of electrical quirk, as there was a distinct ozone-smell coming from her that Kenichi's deep-breathing nostrils easily picked up on--and they departed the gymnasium.

"Thanks, Yashiro-kun! I've got Villain Psych next, though--as soon as we get a chance I'm sure we can set somethin' up."

Reina said that she would participate too, although she seemed really shy about it. Kenichi had thought she was the gloomy goth sort since he had first seen her, but maybe he had pegged her wrong and she was one of those...what'd they call 'em...kuudere? Shrinking violets? Mamoru, on the other hand, was [i]definitely[/i] a genki girl. 

Between classes, Kenichi had to make a restroom stop and grab a drink from the water fountain. He took his time now that he had been around a bit and felt like he had a better grasp of the school's layout, and wondered how many of the 1-A students would be in this class. Villain Psychology honestly didn't sound like it was up his alley--Psychology was a smart-person thing--but he didn't think Quirk Application would help him much. His Quirk gave him super breath and general physical enhancement. There weren't a lot of ways to use that, honestly, except for heavy manual labor. And that class was mostly geared towards how a non-combat Hero, or someone who decided that they didn't want to be a hero after all and just wanted a license to use their Quirk in daily life, would do things. Villain Psych was purely for those who wanted to directly combat the forces of evil, and [i]that[/i] was what Kenichi wanted to do.

Because of his pitstops and his day dreaming, however, a horrible thing happened. A terrible, irreversible thing. Something that he had never expected.

He walked into the classroom, and saw that a few others were of course already there, along with the first female teacher he'd seen today besides the Nurse. He looked towards the far corner of the room, next to the window, on the second row from the back--

The world became a black, featureless void. Only two spotlights from somewhere above illuminated Kenichi, and [i]her[/i]. Then this void cracked, just like Kenichi's fragile mind, and with a sound like shattering glass that only existed in his head the blue haired boy sat down next to [i]her[/i] listlessly. He kept looking at her, shaking his head ever so slightly from side to side in disbelief. His eyes were wide.

To Mamoru, in a small and quiet and broken voice that only she heard, he could only say:

"Ah fuck. I can't believe you've done this."

Then he grinned and winked to let her know he was just kidding. The blue-hair started to look around the classroom and took note of who was here so far. Jett, the girl with six arms, a girl he hadn't even seen yet who also had pink hair--and, gods be praised, was actually [i]shorter[/i] than him!--and of course the teacher. She wasn't quite so...provacative...compared to Nurse Kiwi, but still very attractive. She had a refined air about her too, what with the coffee and the modest fashion and the long, dark hair befitting of what some would call the Yamato Nadeshiko style.

And yet...was it a smell? Kenichi sniffed a bit, and the vaccuum pressure from his Quirk made the air whistle slightly. No, not a smell. Was it something he was looking at, but not really seeing? No, although he hoped she wouldn't take his darting eyes as something lecherous. It was just...something. Instinct, maybe. [i]Something[/i] about the woman bothered him. He crossed his arms with a bewildered expression as he read what she had written on the chalkboard.

[i]Beat a villain at their own game?[/i] Did that just mean tricking them, or did it mean something more literal? Like the whole "pay evil unto evil" philosophy? Kenichi's forehead wrinkled thinking about it. It wasn't good PR for Heroes to have that kind of mindset, was it? Then again, he didn't have a lot of room to talk--it sounded like it would be right up his alley. Just like he had told Arsenal. 

[i]I wanna put the Villain in the ground.[/i]