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The bus to U.A. was smooth sailing. Momiji had passed the first hurdle; she was now a registered student. Really, she herself was astounded. She got into one of the two [i]hero [/i]classes. Not support. Not general education. Not even management (which, in truth, would probably be the absolute worst spot for her considering how she couldn't even manage a healthy sleep schedule) was her place. She was in the hero course. All because of her ability to control paper served to be useful during the practical half of the entrance exam. On the way over, she drew. It calmed her down. After all, so many people so close made her rather nervous. Pen met paper as she tried to stay calm.

It was a collage of sorts. Scenes spliced and interconnected with only aesthetics and meanings to connect them. In one part of the picture, there was a figure reminiscent of the artist herself. Around her, a flowing river of thin rectangles that bent and warped as they moved. In front of the figure, they pierced the gaps drawn onto a robotic assailant. Next to that, a robot stuffed with paper on the ground, smoke emanating from its motors. Paper erupted from the gaps between the reinforced plates. On the opposite side of the page, the short figure surrounded by paper was instead surrounded by dozens of paper airplanes that scattered in each direction.

Then, the figure got worse as the picture continued.

There she was, surrounded by robots as the figure frenetically attempted to stuff them full of paper. Then, it was that figure trying their damnedest to stop out a fire caused by their paper getting too jammed in a robot in the middle of the road. The final figure showed the same figure but the linework was ragged and shaken. There that figure was, entirely burnt out and attempting to drag out a friendly figure, but she did little more than move in place.

It was true. Momiji spread herself too thin. Rather than do something that she could do to her best ability, she decided to do a little bit of everything. Her paper jams worked wonders against robots (until they caught fire), her rescue paper planes sent a good message (but she didn't escape) and her attempt to rescue a hostage worked (before she realized that she had no way to move the hostage out). Thankfully, she scraped by. It was still good enough to get in. Even though she messed up a decent amount at the end, they still saw her potential.

Then the bus stopped, making Momiji drop her pen on the floor of the bus. As people began to leave the bus, Momiji went on the ground between the seats. From there, she crawled underneath the seats. She occasionally hit a leg or two, but her pen was more important than all of that. A few seats down, she finally was able to grab it. Like a weird human-snake, she slithered back to her original seat before turning and walking down the aisle of the bus. Finally, she was there. She was at the gates of U.A. high school.