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Souta wasn't good at paying attention in assemblies. Hell, he wasn't good at paying attention to much. He did feel it kinda necessary to pay at least a little bit of attention here, considering the fact that this assembly was probably going to serve as the thesis statement for the entire school year.

An introduction to each of the teachers would be a godsend for Souta, he didn't remember names on a brochure or in a program listing, and getting a grip on their personalities would certainly aid him in his future endeavors, who to avoid pissing off and who to suck up to for a chance to get out of work.

The speaker made her boring introductory statement, always the least interesting part of any event, we know what we're here for, stop holding us hostage with your word soup and get to the important parts.

One of the important parts stomped his way in very suddenly, making Souta jump in his seat a little bit. He seemed rather confident. Souta figured him for the kind of guy who would make an example of a student who spoke wrong in his class, and a line about shelving their feelings or something of the sort immediately turned Souta far, far away. Anyone who had that "suck it up" philosophy immediately lost all of Souta's respect. Bottling up something, no matter how small, was a solution not worth a thing. Souta would have fun spiting his authority. Of course Souta may have been interpreting things incorrectly, it may have just been a jab towards the stronger-willed students of the class. Souta had wished that he'd paid a slight bit more attention to the goings on in the hero world, then maybe he'd have a better understanding of who these people really were.

Next came a simple introduction from their program director. Short, sweet, and informative. Why couldn't all assemblies be that simple?

Next was their homeroom teacher, the one who had intervened outside before. He was more talkative, but his words weren't wasted, he swiftly informed the class of their responsibility to elect a representative, and the upcoming quirk test. Souta was a bit nervous about that part, his quirk wasn't exactly the most showy-type thing. It'd turn out fine, he assured himself, they let him in after all, they wouldn't kick him out that fast. He was a fan of Guodo-sensei, he had to admit, quite the charming fellow, and even his sort-of cringeworthy chant afterwards wasn't too bad, though the members of the crowd that took up the chant caused Souta to cover his face for a moment. Second-hand embarrassment was a real thing.

Next was an incredibly loud woman. Very, very loud. Loud and rambling. Long rambling. Souta found himself wishing for a plane to drop onto the building just to get her to shut the hell up. She was their combat coach apparently, and Souta was extremely displeased by this revelation. He was already very worried about combat courses, and this didn't make things better.

Finally, thank god, she stopped talking, and the speaker took her place once more. She was the academics teacher, great, whatever, she didn't seem to have much of a personality. The demonstration of the school uniforms was surprisingly exciting to Souta. The white variant of the general uniform was actually very nice looking, Souta could see himself wearing that no issues, and the gym uniform seemed simple enough, something that he could surely move around in quite easily.

And then the principal shot in, immediately seizing the audience's attention and establishing herself as a hero of some renown.

Souta had no clue who the hell she was. He wasn't a hero fan, he could name every baseball player in the league but he couldn't name a single hero outside All Might. She seemed to be a bit of a big deal though, and certainly acted like it. Well, she informed everyone that they were part of the... Four Pillars? Whatever that meant, and apparently that meant they had a sporting event coming up. Cool, he guessed, probably not the sporting event he wanted but it was something.

Well that was that, not as bad as he thought, but not interesting in the least. Well, time for quirk demonstrations. Souta was rather nervous to be honest, but again, he reminded himself that he had no reason to be worried. Hopefully he would do alright.

[color=8493ca]"Well, I'm kinda worried, if the quirk demonstrations are anything like that assembly then they'll be a shambles."[/color]

He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but he had somehow found himself behind a large-eared girl with a bat-like appearance. He didn't recognize her, but he felt the need to apologize if he was bothering her.

[color=8493ca]"Sorry, just talking to myself."[/color]

[hider=tl;dr]Souta watches the assembly in a very bored manner and is not impressed. He builds an opinion of all the teachers, then mumbles out a complaint while standing in line behind Bat Girl.[/hider]