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Mitsuo exited the train station in [s]Mustafar[/s] Musutafu lethargically, blinking away sleepiness. His home wasn't too far away; the train ride had been [i]just[/i] long enough for him to fall asleep but not long enough for it to be a fulfilling nap. He'd been optimistic about attending UA when he applied, even though it had mostly been at his father's insistence, but the acceptance letter itself had been a bit disheartening, and the gravity of it still had him feeling unenthusiastic as he approached the school.

Adapting to an entirely different manner of living at a boarding school was stressful enough, but did they really have to usher the students in through the back door? Mitsuo assumed there had to be a purpose as to why they weren't instructed to meet at the main gates. UA was a pre-existing institution from what he'd heard, so was the side door just the easiest way to access the hero wing, or was there deliberate segregation in effect? He'd been treated like a second class citizen before, but having to actually [i]live[/i] on campus made a mere unwelcoming environment potentially threatening. 

This fear was assuaged when Mitsuo came within earshot of the protest at the front gates, although it was replaced with a different slew of potential complications to worry over. Seems like the staff had told them to use the side door in preparation for this exact event. The size of the mob made him a bit nervous, though they weren't shouting any sentiments he hadn't heard before. Didn't these people have jobs?

No, the crowd didn't matter. The police had the protest contained and cursory overview of the school made the security look pretty tight. If he kept his head down, he'd be indistinguishable from the general student body. Although he hoped there weren't enough stragglers from the crowd around that he'd even have to make that excuse. People picking a fight with him was troublesome. 

Mitsuo crept around the school to the side gate, posture sunken and tense but not outright furtive. Still, it'd be enough to consider him acting suspicious to any onlookers. He fumbled around for his ID as he approached, not quite making eye contact with any of the waiting staff. Mitsuo naturally assumed every one of these people had a quirk, which made them leagues more dangerous than the people shouting at the gates right now. The masses had strength in numbers, but these guys could easily be a veritable one man army each. The guy in the space suit was most frightening. Sure, he had a cute face on his visor, but Mitsuo couldn't help but imagine what kind of horrifying monster he must look like underneath to warrant such an outfit. 

[color=63f9ff]"Uh... I'm, uh, Himaru Mitsuo. For the h-hero program."[/color] He stammered out once he finally produced his ID card, holding it up so the staff could see. Mitsuo felt embarrassed just saying that. He was going to school. To be a superhero. And fight criminals. In spandex. This was like a bad cartoon plot. 

Mitsuo shuffled inside once he'd been admitted, taking a hesitant look around at what he assumed were his new classmates. The place didn't look too full yet, and so far everyone - crying pale kid aside - looked like normal high schoolers. Although, he doubted he'd get to casually block the fact that they all had superpowers out of his mind for much longer.