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“Maybe we should have looked into this program before we agreed to send her there.”

“It's a little late for that now, isn't it?”

Nyoko hadn't been awake long, and they were arguing. Again. Her mother was having second thoughts about the sending her away. That was really no surprise. It didn't change the fact that Nyoko didn't want to listen to it. Instinctively, she reached for her phone and pushed earphones into place. The music would drown out their dispute. At least she wouldn't have to put up with the constant fighting for much longer.

Most of Nyoko's belongings were already sent to her new school. As such, her room was quite barren. It looked more like a hotel room with a lack of clear identity or ownership. Other than her uniform, which she was already wearing except for the blazer, the only thing she had was her phone. Having everything sent away made leaving feel more real, but it wasn't as bittersweet as she anticipated. She was looking forward to not having to come back. As much as she wanted to go to UA, the dorms only made her want to leave even more. The guilt she felt regarding her eagerness to leave was minimal. The bitterness she felt was nearly nonexistent.

As Nyoko prepared to leave her room, her parents were waiting outside the door. She felt every muscle in her body tense, worried that they were going to intervene with her leaving. They had said their goodbyes the previous night. The argument that took place when she woke up was expected. Their sudden presence wasn't. Anxiety overwhelmed her as she worried about what they could possibly want.

Nyoko tugged one of her earbuds loose. [color=#fbcb0c]
“Is something wrong?”[/color]

“It's about your new school,” her father began. “Your mother has concerns.”

[color=#fbcb0c]“It's the first day. My things are gone, and I already have the uniform,”[/color] Nyoko rambled quickly as she tried to make her case before they gave her no opportunity to do so. [color=#fbcb0c]“If you were going to say I couldn't go, then you shouldn't have waited until the first day of school.”[/color]

“That's not it,” her mother stated. There was no reassurance in her voice. Nyoko's parents weren't like that.

[color=#fbcb0c]“I have to go. I'm going to be late.”[/color] Nyoko began to move, attempting to force her way around her parents. [color=#fbcb0c]“Just text me.”[/color]

Her father derailed her by sticking his arm out to block her path. “Your mother is talking to you. You better listen to what she has to say.”

“I don't know about what you told me about this program at your new school,” her mother began. “I want more details, so I want you to update me about what they're doing. If it's not up to my standards, I'm going to pull you out.”

She couldn't be serious. Nyoko knew she wouldn't be permitted to leave the house without agreeing.

[color=#fbcb0c]“Yeah, sure,”[/color] she relented. [color=#fbcb0c]“I'll update you.”[/color]

“Then you can leave as soon as you put your blazer on. If you're going to show up on the first day of school in an incomplete uniform, then I may just change my mind.”

Nyoko scowled as she grabbed her blazer and shoved her arms into the sleeves. Blazers felt heavy and weren't to her liking, but at least her parents had let her out of the house. 

The closer Nyoko got to the school, the more her excitement began to grow. Even though she hadn't used her Quirk since waking up, the surge of adrenaline almost made her feel like she had excess energy. It wasn't long before she showed her ID to the teachers standing watch at the side entrance and shuffled her way past classmates to stand in the waiting area. Hopefully they wouldn't be idle for long. Patience wasn't one of her better attributes.