Shin trailed behind his classmates as the group entered the main UA building. His movements were sluggish, as he was unused to being awake at such an early hour. In an attempt to make his parents more comfortable and reduce the amount of time he was around them, he had adopted a nocturnal routine suiting his quirk’s namesake. He had developed a severe distaste for sunlight as a result, so he kept his head lowered and his back hunched as he walked, blood red eyes staring blankly at the ground, pale face hidden behind the hood of his oversized black sweatshirt. He had his hands in his sweatshirt pockets and black headphones over his ears, rock music blasting through his skull from the phone held loosely in his right hand. He kept the headphones on until they reached the classroom, pulling them off and putting them around his neck as he took a seat. He paused his music before laying his head sideways on the desk and closing his eyes.

Even though it looked like he was sleeping, he was listening closely to what the pro-heroes were saying. When the mini-lecture was over and it was time for them to show off their powers, he let out a soft groan at the thought of having to get up again. Nevertheless, he stood up and stretched his arms above his head, the sleeves of his sweatshirt so long that his hands remained covered. He adjusted the straps of the small black backpack resting on his shoulders before following his peers to the training ground, once again bringing up the rear of the group. He winced at the bright sunlight that stabbed through his eyes once they were back outside, quickly ducking his head and focusing on his black combat boots, his black skinny jeans tucked neatly into them.

Shin’s expression remained impassive as he watched his classmates demonstrate their abilities, his eyes oddly lifeless. He stood completely still in his hunched position while Makoto and Inasa showed off their quirks, but began moving once it was Viper’s turn. He slipped his backpack off of his shoulders and allowed it to drop onto the ground with a soft thump. He crouched next to it and pulled the zipper on the front pocket, which had been modified to function as a cooler. He pulled out a medical blood bag and a juice box straw, then closed the pocket and stood, shrugging his backpack back onto his shoulders. He stabbed the top of the blood bag with the juice box straw and began drinking from it as he watched Mizuki take her turn. He was almost finished with his drink when Seth was up, and it was while watching Seth that a spark of interest lit up his eyes.

[i]He fights like me,[/i] he thought as he sucked the last of the blood from the blood bag, licking his lips once he was finished. Shin also suffered from a monstrous alter ego that sometimes took control, and music was his coping mechanism. He loved singing, and was very good at it, but couldn’t play the electric guitar like he wanted to because of his claws. He had tried cutting them before, but they grew back almost instantly. He ended up painting them black after that, deciding that if he was stuck with them he might as well make them look nice. It had taken a lot of nail polish.

[i]It’s my turn next, I should get ready.[/i] Shin took off his backpack and dropped it on the ground next to him, then placed his phone and headphones on top of it. He pulled down his hood and shook out his straight, jet black hair, which was wild and messy, the bangs falling into his eyes and the side strands covering part of his ears so that the pointed tips just barely peeked through. He pushed up his sleeves to his elbows and flexed his hands, the black nail polish on his claws glinting in the sunlight. He worked his jaw a bit as well, running his tongue over his sharp fangs. He usually fought just using his claws, but sometimes a well-placed bite was necessary, especially if he was running low on blood. [i]I wonder if drinking blood from your enemies is allowed when you’re a pro-hero,[/i] he thought as he stood with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets, waiting for the signal to begin his demonstration. [i]It’s probably fine as long as I don’t kill them.[/i]