[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]

The entrance of her peers into the classroom elicited a similar course of action from Nadeshiko, with the pink slime girl shuffling in behind some of the others whom she had not the courage to look at. The seatings arrangements were not unusual, but a cursory look across the various slips of paper folded on the desks proved... Problematic. Finding her card was no trouble at all, but its location, atop the center most desk in the classroom, could only twist the melancholic line that her lips naturally formed into a small downward pout. This was not at all what she had wanted. 

Sure, being up front had its disadvantages, being the center of attention, but at least those ahead of her were not besieged upon all sides by classmates. The back row was preferable, away from most of the trouble and the perfect place to slink away unnoticed. But no, she had to be right in the middle, suffocated by her fellow heroes-in-training. There would be no hiding away or scooting to the back of the pack. There could be no going unnoticed whilst she sat there, or unbothered. The very thought made her anxious. A silly enough thing to worry over, considering the trials that those present would be facing in the coming months, but something which kept Nadeshiko ill at ease even as she pulled her chair out and settled down into it.

The cacophony of her class was already deafening. She kept her gaze down on the face of her desk, hoping that if she did not engage the others, perhaps she could be spared the verbal lashings some of her fellows were giving and receiving. Some of the voices seemed so quarrelsome, others arrogant, a few too boisterous for her taste but not malicious. Though she hadn't the courage to raise her gaze to meet the sources of these voices, she took solace in piecing together the personas of her comrades based on their initial interactions with one another. It was a welcome distraction from the butterflies in her belly.

One which served her well, as minutes passed by in the blink of an eye and soon, their teacher was upon them. The poor amalgamation of goo jumped at the shout that seemed to pierced the noisy classroom, turning her head sideways to peer through goopy bangs of mock hair. Their teacher was... She was...

She was so... Small! 

Nadeshiko had never truly followed professional heroes. Anybody less than the greatest of the greats were lost upon her, so truly, even in costume the pint-sized heroine's claim to fame was something she was oblivious to. Perhaps that was for the best. It would have made the giggling born from the absurdity of her height and child-like appearance all the more difficult to suppress. She tried her hardest not to—this was to be their instructor for the rest of the year—but she couldn't stifle it in its entirety. Jiggling not unlike a bowl of Jello from the muffled snickering, the poor slime could only hope she wasn't the only one who found their teacher hilarious.

She was like a little angry grade schooler! In a little suit!