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Entering the kitchen, Donny put on his apron and hat, wondering what he should be making. He's been on-and-off about making everyone dinner, usually because sometimes he doesn't come back to the dorm until past dinnertime, where one of the other members of the school already makes a decent meal for everyone. This time around Donny is early so he could make whatever he wanted, however he didn't really feel like making anything too complex. Going over to his shelf he grabbed a can of meaty chili and beans, tortillas, and cheese. Booting up the steamer Donny made himself simple burritos. A lot of simple burritos. At least nine of them, with some apple juice.

As Donny ate his burrito he flipped through a shopping magazine in the dinning room. A lot of fancy faux-tech appliance and toy for children. A few 'healthy' meals like non-dairy cheesecake or wild raised roasted mackerel. A lot of nonsensical stuff. One thing that did catch his eye however was some sort of fancy new type of grill. It wasn't just any grill however; it was like a hot plate except that it could also cool down and freeze things too. Handy for serving cold treats or making rolled ice cream. A very niche produce to be sure... But Donny was curious. Looking at his cellphone there was plenty of time for Donny to go out to this shop and examine this new grill product and make it back before dinner. Assuming he doesn't get distracted along the way. Sure he had homework to do but he wasn't in the mood for it anyways.

After finishing his burritos Donny went back to his room and changed into some casual clothes. Tan khakis, salmon button up shirt, black loafer shoes, glasses. He looked unassuming enough. He looked at himself in the mirror and his considerable girth. Lifting it up, it quickly fell back into place with a jiggle. Made Donny chuckle. He drummed his belly as he walked out of his room, left the dorms, and headed to the city. He'll take the train.

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As the school day was coming to an end, many students went their separate ways. Most, like good students, would return to their dorms and proceed to doing their school work. Some may leave campus to find dinner or socialize with friends. Others would go to the various centers around school to study or train. One student in particular was the ever gruff and aggressive Asahi Goroshi. 1B student of the Hero course. Vice Representative of his class, though people just call him the Vice President. A student who's talents are better suited for the Support class, but though determination and a lot of outside help, he managed to claw his way into the hero course. Asahi knew however that his ability to stay in this course was tenuous at best. While he certainly showed the necessary bravery and honor to be a hero, his quirk did not really empower him beyond human limits. He had no super strength or speed, and his quick was not powerful in nature. he was merely tireless and needless; with no need to sleep or eat, he could work constantly with no sustenance, and his body would never falter regardless of what he does or doesn't eat, how he treats his body, or what injuries he sustains. His tolerance for pain was so high that he was actually immune to pain, but not to the injuries themselves. Something he's learned time and time again during classes.

Asahi's entire body was bandaged and wounded from his battles in previous hero classes, to the point that many students are hesitant to work with him. Unlike them who could limit themselves from overtly harming others, Asahi had no such limits; he would freely risk his entire being to gain victory. No price was too high for Asahi. What was worse however, was that it was almost like Asahi was looking forward to getting maimed and brutalized. Because while his quirk was not too impressive, his true talent lies in creation: robotics. Three of Asahi's fingers were replaced by mechanical prosthesis of his own creation; crude in appearance but their effectiveness was without question. His goal as a hero reflected the skills he had: to ensure that no matter what injury a hero would sustain, he will make sure they can keep fighting. For most, losing a single digit may be a career ender. But for Asahi, it was a step towards becoming the hero he wanted to be.

That's not to say that he accomplished this alone. Indeed, Asahi wouldn't even be in the hero course if he didn't have outside help. He hated to admit it; he wanted to achieve greatness with his own skills and merits. But so was everyone else in this school. And when you had so many determined, willing, and able people trying to aim for the top, the ones who get it isn't always the best or the strongest, but the ones who could work together. Asahi has spent much of his considerable free time corresponding with fellow Support class students; among them many were skilled mechanics and creators as well. Asahi would've fit right in with them had he not had his own aspirations. Through his skills he gained some rapport with the support students and offered a deal of sorts; direct cooperation between the hero and support class.

From Asahi's understanding the two courses tend not to cross paths despite their necessity to one another. Typically heroes don't need to create their own equipment, and supporters don't need to risk their lives in heroics. But still, Donny intended to take on a few of the support class students in a business sense; he will test their inventions and trade his own innovations with them. After all, while many have theoretically created useful cybernetic prosthesis, most students at Komei still had all their limbs. Asahi was all too willing to turn himself into their test subject for science. Just as well he also traded them valuable information about his own creations, though not everything he knew. Just enough to whet their appetites.

Not everyone in the support class liked this deal however. Many just see Asahi as an outsider trying to mooch off the support class's hard work, claiming glory when their inventions work or damning them when they don't. It didn't really matter what Asahi had to say about it; their belief was already set in stone. Normally Asahi would challenge these accusations head on as he often did, but before he could he had brought up this issue with his fellow 1B students. Namely, the Class Representative/President Shiki. She had a different approach: simple earn their trust through another. Someone that everyone in the Support class trusted. And Shiki knew just the person.

In the present, Asahi was fiddling with his finger prosthesis. Calibrating them using some tech given to him by some of the support students. Supposedly it would allow him to feel texture; right now he just has a vague idea of pressure his fingers exert. It would take some time before he would notice the subtle effects which brings him to his first target: Maeda Hitomi. The support queen. Kind and fair, everyone loved her, and there were many who were heartbroken when she joined the hero class. Asahi remembered her name spoken when one of the oppositions from the support class insulted him about the Hero Course students. Claiming that they always take their best and leave everyone else with scraps. Asahi had also heard how one of his fellow 1B students gave Hitomi's new class a sound thrashing. Sure Amane got eliminated in the end, but not without a bang.

That being said, Asahi felt no pride in Amane's accomplishments. Frankly no one in 1B liked him either. At least no one openly says they do; Asahi and his group have mixed-to-negative feelings for him and the rest of the class keep their distance. If anything, it only sicken Asahi knowing that 1A, who he knows already has a negative relationship with 1B, had to deal with Amane as their 'representative'. Asahi intended to straighten that misunderstanding out quickly. Asahi walked towards the sheep girl and her pink-haired friend, a scowl on his face as he glared at the two girls. [b]"Maeda Hitomi."[/b] Then Asahi bowed his head towards her.

[@Silver Carrot][@liferusher]