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[h3][color=bc8dbf] Takeshi[/color], [color=0072bc]Michiko[/color], Donny, Ezra, Principle Hisawaka  [/h3]
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After finishing his announcement Mr.hisakawa made his way over to Ms.Makos class to talk with Takeshi, “Mr.Yashiro I need to have a word with you, care to talk and walk?” the old mans said with his arms folded behind his back. “Trust me you're not in trouble.” He peered inside the classroom and saw a few class 1-A students.

Ezra hadn’t really been doing much throughout the rest of the lesson. He had suspect ed that something might occur had he tried to get involved in hitting the teacher, especially given the way that she phrased it and he wasn’t trying to do more than he already had, so he sat down and observed. Mako was dodging these clowns with ease, he could tell that she was head and shoulders above them in ability. He was confident that he could have landed a hit, even if she tried to dodge it merely due to the nature of his quirk, but the way that she moved and her sheer athleticism shocked him. It was above even himself. He had to give her a nod for that, he was truly impressed by her own ability. He figured that she’d be good to learn from given how strong she was.

When the bell rang however, he figured that he’d leave. He hadn’t tried to hit her or cause a mess, and no-one had dared to try and throw him out the window or anything of the sort. He would have knocked them straight out, and he was glad that he didn’t have to given that he had to go and clean up the mess in the cafeteria. He ended up speeding down toward the cafeteria, waiting near a table for the principal to come down and give him the key. He supposed that the quicker that he got this done with, the better.

Takeshi ignored the idea of even participating in Makos twisted detention. Not the way she handled it Admittedly he was also angry at himself for not seeing the obvious trap. After finishing cleaning up he noticed the tall guy leaving the room without a word. Abnormally tall, which was strange to see at least two of them in the same class. He did note however he had a certain air about him, He did not grow up in fancy homes like many of these kids did. But he did not have the same air about him Takeshi himself had. 

He glanced at the door when he heard his name to see the principal asking for him. He immediately thought of his little sister, a sudden wave of terror came over him internally, but he halted himself, forcing himself to see how the principle was standing and his tone of voice. It wasn’t bad news at all. Nodding he moved towards the teacher without even glancing back at Ms Mako. Once in the hall and they began to walk he asked, [color=bc8dbf]“What is this about Sensei?” [/color]

Mr.Hisakawa smiled, “just wanting to see how you were doing, how are you liking the students in your class? Interesting enough for ya?” Mr.Hisakawa said as the two heading for the cafeteria. “I was curious to see how your first day had gone in your new life. Mind telling me?” He asked the young man.

He looked at the older man for a moment. He wasn’t used to just….talking. His father was not one to walk and talk… It was all business with that man. He walked in the same manner as Mr.Hisakawa. Hands folded behind his back. [color=bc8dbf]I-I am enjoying as much as I expected Sensei Hisakawa. Despite Mako Senesi trap at the end… I do admit though...most of these students surprisingly in lack of control of themselves.” He admitted. However he was one who had a far different experience growing up. He tended to forget that he was the odd one out. 

The man chuckled, “Well yes of course compared to you anyone else would seem lacking control. The energetic ones are apart of class 1-A, they carry a different aura and grit around them. Quick to leap into action. I was thinking of transferring you into their class. I believe they can take some notes from you and you can learn some things from them as we'll. You’re only 16 though you have are much more mature than the others because of what you have been through.i think you can learn a thing or two on having fun and letting loose as a teen after a long day's work. Besides I have already seen you befriending Reina Moro. Did you know she is my niece by the way? Anywho, would you like to be transferred to class 1-A?” The man asked the boy

Takeshi listened carefully as he explained he wanted to transfer him to 1-A. A memory clicked in his head, Wasn’t Reina in that class? He put it to the side for a moment, when he explained how he thought Takeshi could help them out, just because he was more mature? It probably was more of learning control and keeping a calm head in battle… someone with experience in a real fight. But also it was for him to relax more? Why? When he had the time to train and become a better fighter to protect his sister, wouldn’t that be more effective use of his time? 

He did mention the fact he noticed him befriending Reina, and adding to the fact that he was her uncle. He straightened up just slightly at hearing this. Reina was related to the 

principle? It actually made sense with how powerful her quirk was, but the stark comparison between their personalities made it so one would never think they were related. Was that another reason he wanted him in her class? To befriend her? He decided to ask, as he was one to really say what was on his mind. [color=bc8dbf]”I wouldn’t mind to be transferred to 1-A. If they are more challenging than my fellow 3-A Students. I would prefer that.”[/color] He had defeated most of his fellow students in this morning's exercise.


He then glanced up to the principle.[color=bc8dbf]”  Is that another reason then? For me to continue to befriend your niece? She does seem extremely shy for one to be related to you.”[/color]

“No other ulterior motive but to further your character as a hero and a human being. Reina is unique I admit but that is everyone in my family. Though when I was her age I was completely opposite of her. I was blunt and arrogant but only because of my upbringing. We aren't much different, both our fathers only saw us as tools to do their dirty work. I do love Reina dearly though I am an principal first so I won't hold her hand. You can befriend her if you want it's your choice. I'll make your transfer though, you will be on the second floor if you don't mind you and michiko being on the boys floor. “

Takeshi nodded, he just wanted to be sure. Though he did agree that she was unique. He was slightly surprised when he mentioned he was arrogant and blunt. But he guessed it was normal, many people change over the years. He was more interested in his next comment that their parents saw them as tools. It sounded oddly familiar to his own father. It would seem he and Riena had more in common than he thought.  

He then mentioned that he would be staying on the second floor with the boys...as it made sense for him, it did not for his 14 year old sister.[color=bc8dbf] “Sensei, Is that wise putting a young girl in the same floor as the more ‘energetic’ boys? I’ve seen at least one, who hits on any girl that walks by him. Things might not go well if he tries that with Michiko.[/color]

Mr.Hisawaka laughed, “Well it’s the best I could do for your situation since you want to keep an eye on Michiko, just don’t kill anyone or break anything and we should be fine. You both will have to move your belongings over to the 1-A dorm.” The two of them reached the cafeteria and Mr.Hisawaka opened the door, it was a mess just like how it was before at Lunch time. “Its nice to see you again Mr.Jasekade” the old man reached into his pocket and handed the boy the keys to the storage room. “Cleaning supplies and extra tables are in the storage room. You can go ahead and put the broken items in the trash, you’ll see it if you walk through the cafeteria kitchen”. He turned back to Takeshi. “Any other questions or concerns?”

Takeshi shook his head and said,  [color=bc8dbf]”No you’ve made it clear. Thank you. I shall go retrieve Michiko and move to 1-A building.” [/color] He bowed his head and turned to walk towards the dorm buildings. 

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As the other students and teachers were going about their day, Donny was seen waiting around the cafeteria. His motives weren’t related to eating though, but rather to assist in cleaning the place up. He desired to try and take the first steps into being more assertive about his actions, and to do so he wanted to correct his cowardice previously. While he can’t say he agreed to how his fellow students reacted to A2’s shenanigans, Donny felt more ashamed that he wanted them to flee rather than stand their ground. As Donny waited around he eventually ran into Ezra, who seemed to be waiting for someone too. [color=firebrick]”Ah. Ezra. F-Fancy meeting you here.”[/color]

Ezra let out a small sigh before the principal had spoken to him. He hadn’t taken particularly long, but he was slightly annoyed. When he had received his instructures, he was about to follow them before Donny had came and spoken to him. He was surprised, he hadn’t made much of the fat boy and he was surprised that he had even known his name. He’d remembered most of the people in the class out of necessity from hearing the register so he knew when to answer, but he was quite a weird being. He remembered him munching on a pack of chips, and from what he remembered, he was the reason that the building came down from his punch.

“What’s up? Don’t take too long cause I’ve gotta clean this place up and I’m starvin’.” he spoke as he swung the keys on his index finger.

[color=firebrick]“Y-Yeah! I'm here to h-h-help ya.”[/color] Donny stammered. He looked rather nervous and frankly he was scared of Ezra. He was one of those thuggish types that Donny never liked to be around. But he was also a fellow student and, while he certainly was a brute, Donny knew he was just standing up for his class. Hopefully this would give Donny a chance to get to know him better. [color=firebrick]“I-I-It’s a big place, probably take ya all n-n-n-n-night to do it yourself.”[/color]

Ezra looked at Donny surprised. He had no idea why the fuck he was trying to help him, but quite frankly, he was not complaining. He just hoped he wouldn’t get in the way, but he seemed competent enough to clean a room. Perhaps he could just eat everything and save him the trouble. He didn’t see an issue with it, and it’d be a breeze with two people. He was thinking of throwing Jett in here and making him help as well, so the fact he didn’t have to go and do that was excellent.

“Alright then, I ain’t sayin’ no to free help. Let’s go and get the gear then.” he spoke as he made his way to the storage room and got the spare furniture out preemptively in order to replace the tables. He saw no need to clean it up first, that would only cause problems as he got out everything he needed.

“Alright, let’s clean it up now. We got what we need, the principal just told me to throw the broken shit in the trash so if you wanna help me out with that it’d be nice. I don’t need you to move the furniture for me though, you’ll just get in my way.” he spoke as he moved over to the tables and started collecting it in order to throw it out.

[color=firebrick]“Yeah, o-okay.”][/color] Donny followed Ezra inside and looked around. The place was pretty dirty all things considered and not just Ezra’s mess either. Spilled food from other students, napkins littering the floor, crushed fruit and wrappers all over the place. Ezra was going to go replace the table that was broken, having already brought in the new table. Now he was going to go leave to toss the broken one. [color=firebrick][i]“Ah, that’s good.”[/i][/color] Donny thought to himself. [i][color=firebrick]”That’ll make this next part easier for me.”[/color][/i]

Taking a trash bag out from one of the trash can Donny walked over to where Ezra had kicked the table into the wall. There was food splatter all over the place. [color=firebrick]”I’ll take c-c-c-care of this!”[/color] Donny shouted as Ezra went to toss the broken table. Donny waited until he was out of sight before he took a deep breath and got out of his meat suit. Without soap and water getting these stains out was going to be tough. But using just his body Donny could lick the walls and floor spotless. Pouncing on the location Donny was quickly able to eat up the stains around the area, and even did a one-over on the new table Ezra brought, eating up dust. Figuring that he could do this relatively quickly Donny also started moving around the rest of the cafeteria and ate anything that was on the floor there, even eating stuff off from underneath the table like old gum and such. Donny made sure to bring the trashback and his meat bag with him just in case Ezra arrived a bit early.

Unfortunately for Donny(and perhaps Ezra), Ezra had arrived again around the time Donny was cleaning the place, and he had no idea what was going on. He was moving a table and quite frankly wasn’t exactly bothered by whatever he was witnessing, given as it was cleaning the place. He had zero complaints about something doing a job, regardless of who it was. Moving around him, he went to clean up another table, picking it up and bringing it over to the trash.

Donny had been busy munching on some leftover spare ribs when he near the table squeak behind him. It was Ezra. Donny dove behind cover and hastily stuffed himself back into his Meat Bag, rising up before his body had fully filled out his body. Parts of his body was saggy and limp and Donny was stuttering massively. [color=firebrick]”Ezra! I-I-I-I d-d-didn’t expect you so s-s-s-soon! H-H-H-Hey! S-S-S-So uh, w-what’s up?”[/color] Donny managed to form up completely,

Ezra gave a slightly hint of shock when the blob became Donny. He guessed that was his quirk, but he didn’t really care even though he seemed to be very shy about it. He figured he wouldn’t speak on it given as he was so uncomfortable around him already in his other form, he figured he might pop if he brought it up.

“I’m good man, but don’t mind me. Just keep doing whatever the hell you was just doing, I ain’t care about whatever the hell that just was. Pretend I’m not here if it helps ya concentrate.” he spoke as he put down the second table. The cleaning was all but done at this point with only a few more things to fix up

Ezra was taking this oddly well. Donny guessed that maybe people were just more accepting. Donny just quietly ducked behind the table, transformed back into his true self, and cleaned up the place. Assuming that Ezra doesn’t bother him, Donny would be done cleaning the place up in about thirty or so minutes, just eating everything on the floor and underneath the tables. [color=firebrick][i]“I guess maybe I was just worrying too much. Yeah. It’s not like when you were a kid. These guys are more mature than then Donny. They shouldn’t freak out as badly around you.”[/i][/color] Donny sort of gulped, as much as an amorphous blob could do such a thing. Maybe… He doesn't need to hide anymore.  

Ezra and Donny had finished the cleaning, the furniture had been replaced and disposed of, and the rest of the food had also been gotten rid of. Ezra wiped his brow and looked at Donny. He appreciated people who worked hard, regardless of whether they were part of a situation or not and regardless of his appearance and various questionable deeds throughout the day, Ezra couldn’t bring himself to dislike the kid. He had a good ethic, even if it didn’t always show.

“Thanks for the help mate.I owe ya one.” he spoke as he let out a satisfied smile and began walking toward his dorm.

[color=firebrick]”Y-yeah, d-dude. See ya a-a-around?”[/color] Donny said nervously as Ezra left. Donny returned to his normal form, shuffled around the room a bit, and then left the cafeteria. He needed to do some grocery shopping so he was going to head over to the supermarket. His coupons would only be good until nine tonight.


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Takeshi quickly made his way to the 3-A Dorm where his sister was staying. Walking in he could smell freshly baked cookies, he smiled as he walked towards the kitchen seeing his sister finishing up cleaning the dishes she used, with a large pile of cookies cooling on racks. Her hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, with an apron covered in flower and left over dough. 

He walked over and reached for a cookie which somehow, she managed to sense and flicked a spoon covered in water at him. “Those are for your classmates Takeshi!” she said in a stern voice. 

He pulled back unintentionally as the water sprayed onto his face. Blinking for a few times. Before saying, “Not these classmates… Apparently The principal wants me in A-1 now.” 

Michiko looked at him confused,”Why?”

“Apparently, My experience can help them, and they can help me be more ‘relaxed.” He said wiping his face.

“I don't see how that is possible.” Michiko giggled” Are we moving right now then?” 

Takeshi nodded, “I'll get our stuff ready.”

About a half hour later they were ready, as their belongings fit into a few suitcases. Which Takeshi carried while Michiko carried the newly baked cookies. They walked into the main hall of 1-A. Takeshi looked around, he actually didn’t catch which room on the second floor they would be taking. 
“Now what?” Michiko asked as she looked up to her big brother. 

“Well I can go look for the rooms while you set the cookies out. Perhaps find the den mother, she might know where we are staying.” He answered, glancing at her with a slight smile. 

Nodding she went towards the kitchen. While he went to the elevator. 

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Jett left as the bell rang, He instead of going straight to his room, went to the front gate and waited for his mother to drop off his stuff. She was not there, like she said, and so he waited.