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[right][sup][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, April 7th[/sup][/right]
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[indent][indent]Today was the day where Yuki’s life was going to change. It would be the start of his journey to being a hero like his father. Maybe it would be the start of being a hero like his mother. The truth be told, the young aspiring hero had been thinking about this for a long time. It wasn’t just when he had arrived at Ishin Academy. Yuki had been pondering about this for months — years, even. If he was being completely honest with himself, he had been stuck on the eternal question ever since his quirk had activated and his parents, in their own way, talked to him about how happy they were he had his quirk. As heartwarming as it was to see the pride on their faces, though a little less obvious on his father’s face, Yuki knew from that moment he would have this internal conflict about what kind of hero he wanted to be.

[color=lightblue][i]What kind of hero do I want to be—[/i][/color]

Yuki’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the train stopping at the Sapporo train station. He holstered his bag between both of his arms, placing it perfectly on his back. He popped in his earmuff-styled headphones and let the sounds of lo-fi hip-hop surrender all outside noise.

Yuki seemed to make record time when he left the train station and traveled down the main road that led to Ishin Hero Academy. Along the way, he was going over a number of things in his head. He was recalling the interview to get into the school. He also thought about how honored he was to be accepted into the second-best Hero academy across Asia. Would he have liked to go to UA? A small part of him did, yes, but at the end of the day, Yuki tried to keep true to what he been taught. And that was being grateful for what he have while also aiming to be the best in whatever environment he was placed in. Even if Yuki didn’t always show that he was determined to approach this school as he did with everything else.

[color=lightblue]“Smile wide. Be gracious and friendly. You can do this, Yuki.”[/color] He muttered to himself, walking through the gates of Ishin Academy.

As many times as Yuki had looked it up on the internet and saw photos of it, there was nothing like actually being there in person and seeing just how grand of a school it really was. The building, the people around him — it really made Yuki truly blessed to be here, if not freezing him still at the front door that inside.

Yuki’s frozen form was forcibly pushed into the academy by what seemed like impatient students. He heard various forms of the usual ‘move it’, which prompted Yuki to step to the side and allow them free passage. Yuki played an unknowing version of ‘follow the leader’, trailing close behind someone with dark hair. 


When he got to the auditorium, he didn’t know what to make of all the people around him. The young teen hesitated to make his introduction to those around him that he heard talking. This was to be the moment he’d never be able to take back. First impressions were everything and they were eternal. The words he said and the way he presented would present himself was something Yuki would never ever be able to take back. Once they were out there, that was it. For better or for worse, this was the moment to impress. 

But how? Go in there with minimal reactions and words like his father or blazing with an infectious and boisterous charisma like his mother? Either option presented itself with just as many pros and they did cons and with an infinite amount of reactions resulting from the decision. Whichever choice he made, Yuki made a mental note that it would be made when the time was right.

As he was appointed to the first year batch, Yuki would look at all of them. They seemed to be involved in a current conversation, but Yuki knew he had to make his introduction as clearly and percisely as he could. So he went for it. [color=lightblue]“Good morning! What a beautiful day it is, right?”[/color] He started, finding that to be a good conversation starter. [color=lightblue]“I am Chikai Yuki. You can call me Yuki.”[/color]

What a first impression that’ll make, eh?[/indent][/indent]
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