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[h3][i][b]Villain Psych > Boys' Dorms[/b][/i][/h3][hr][/center]
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"Tch." Kenichi grit his teeth and began to move his share of the room back into place. What was that bullcrap? When he thought about Mamoru's explanation, he had to begrudgingly admit it made sense--Obsidian's lesson had been all about how Villains didn't play by rules, how they were unfair. And of course you couldn't trust them. So "who thinks they can hit me?" was, funnily enough, exactly what it sounded like--a question, not a challenge. So, like a villain daring the hero to step forward--right into a pitfall trap--the students who had managed to land a hit on her got detention for striking a teacher outside of official sanction. And like Mamoru had theorized, there was also the whole long-term goal versus short-term satisfaction thing too. 

[i]Why can't I be smart like that?[/i] the blue hair questioned himself. He noticed Yashiro's disapproving glance, but didn't meet the other boy's eyes. Ever since the training at Echo, he had been down on himself for not using his Quirk more intelligently. And now, after being tricked by a Villain, and only avoiding the punishment some of the others got because, unlike them, he just hadn't been good enough rather than because he had seen through any kind of trick, he was angry. Mostly at himself. 

[i]First impression's the most important--so is this first day how it's gonna be my whole time here?[/i] Maybe being a physical type who was only good at punching stuff, lifting stuff, and moving fast was his limit. Maybe he couldn't "go beyond," like All Might, because this was all he had to offer.

[i]Fuck that.[/i]

As the principal's voice came over the intercom, ending the class and directing students to their dorms, Kenichi grabbed his schoolbag roughly, holding it over his shoulder with one hand while the other was jammed into his pocket. Slouching and scowling like a typical delinquent, he headed out the door as quickly as Madame Obsidian allowed.

As he made his way to the dorms, he stopped in the lobby where students' belongings had been brought in on dollies and found his suitcase with its Komei ID tag. Hauling it over his other shoulder--with a few heavy thumping sounds from inside it--he made his way to his room only to find that he wasn't the first one there. That seemed to be a trend today too.

"Yoshida Kenichi, comin' through!" he called as he bumped the door open with his knee and headed inside. It turned out his room mate was the soft spoken guy who didn't emote much. Though he had heard multiple voices, it seemed like only one other person was in here--but there was some kind of light show going on, presumably related to the other guy's Quirk. The far bed and one side of the closets had been claimed, but that didn't really matter to Kenichi. He simply let his suitcase thump down on the other bed, hung his school bag from the other edge of the long desk, and started unpacking his own stuff.

Those heavy thumps turned out to be from two dumb bells, each one weighing 30 kilograms. Then there was a bundle of resistance bands, ranging from 10 to 70 kilos, and a box of those special face masks designed to limit one's breathing during aerobic exercises so that their heart and lungs would be forced to work harder. Then the spare uniforms and regular clothes, a New 3DSXL, a motivational poster with, of course, All Might's monstrously buff figure plastered over the caption, some miscellaneous school supplies, toiletries, a pair of running shoes, and a couple of books on body building and athletics. And then, a second poster. Surprisingly, this one bore the face of the unpopular hero whose results nonetheless couldn't be argued with, the eternal number 2, Endeavor. Much like Madame Obsidian's example in Villain Psych, Kenichi had grown more fond of Endeavor after what had happened to his father for one reason: The fiery hero didn't take any shit from evil doers and had no qualms about beating them down.

"Nice to meetcha. Sorry, I never got your name in class." Kenichi said while he put his things away and tried to decide on a good spot for his posters. Hopefully the other guy wouldn't mind him putting them up. After Ayato-kun introduced himself, Kenichi started to change into some workout clothes and fastened one of the breathing masks over his chin.

"Well, I hope ya don't mind, but as you can see I'm the type who works out a lot." he gestured to the weights now stacked in the bottom of the closet. "I tend to get up around five every morning. Will that bother you?"

Once he was done with the introductions and pleasantries, Kenichi planned to hit the Gymnasium for a bit. He had to work off this anger and frustration somehow, and if he wasn't going to catch up to everyone else in the brain power department, the only thing he could think to do was make it so that what he did, he did better than anybody else possibly good. If strength and speed were his only good points, then he was going to push them through the roof.