[center][color=ffff00][h3]Haruishi Mari
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Quirk: Born to Run (Thunder Road)[/h3][/color][/center][hr]
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Mari was surprised that Umi took off into the building so quickly without her, after having been so approachable. Was she just in a hurry to get away from the rowdiness, or was it something else? Could it be disdain or perhaps Umi had sensed Mari's annoyance? Mari shook the thought from her head. She wasn't here to babysit anyone. The capable took care of themselves, only the powerful could take care of others. Right now, Mari just needed to prove to herself that she was capable. Only when she was powerful could she afford to worry about others.

She followed Yomodachi towards the assembly hall, noticing that the school was not old and rundown like the rest of Kirisama. As requested, Mari left her duffel bag by the entrance near the shoe lockers. For a moment, she wass afraid to leave it by herself since everything she owned was in that bag, but Mari reminded herself that this was a school, not some back alley where one's possessions were likely to be pilfered. As they passed through the central courtyard, Mari noticeably kept her distance from the fountain in the center. Something about the clear, rippling surface reminded her of a moment in the kitchen, dirty dishes on her right, clean dishes on her left, powerful fingers gripping the nape of her neck, the muffled sound of shouting, the sting, smell and taste of soapy water as it entered her ears, eyes, nose, and mouth...

Mari slowed her breathing, clenched her fists and pressed on, pain turning into determination. [color=ffff00][i]"He was weak and incapable. He couldn't take even care of himself, let alone me. This quirk that you were so proud of. I'm here to make something of it. Would you be proud? Would you even care?"[/i][/color] Upon entering the assembly hall, she looked around. It honeslty seemed like the room was big enough to accommodate all the students in a single row. Naturally, Mari headed to the front, not because she felt it was 'her place', nor because she was trying to garner attention; it just seemed rude, in such an empty room, to be in any row except to front. So she noted with some disdain that there were already people gathering at the very back. But since it seemed like there would be enough seats for twenty students at the front, Mari figured that if she sat down with a seat between her and her neighbors, it might make some students feel compelled to sit in rows further back, so to maximize space for the students coming in and to not disincentivize them from sitting in the front, Mari sat down next to another student without leaving an open seat between them. She happened to sit next to Kenji. The look on his face expressed eagerness, a sentiment that Mari appreciated, expected to see in her fellow students. [color=ffff00]"You seem excited. Me too. My new life begins here. Haruishi Mari, I hope we can get along as classmates,"[/color] she introduced herself.