[center][h2][color=lightblue][u]Hiroki Sakimoto[/u][/color][/h2][/center]
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[h2][color=lightblue]”ALRIGHT CHUMPS!  WHERE THE CRAP IS GOOP JERK!?![/color][/h2]

A heck of a thing to hear right at the start of the school year.

The short athletic kid with the flight googles and jacket did kind of stand out.  He had blue skin for starters, bulbous forearms as if he’s wearing giant metallic pieces of plate armor, and he was LOUD!  

Most would know the kid.  When the evaluation first started, he literally blasted out of the gate, his quirk literally making his arms into jet engines, and woah to those nearby as a ROAR of the engines and a blast of wind was enough to knock several students off their feet.  He had a combination of ribbons and robots since he could dash around them like a speedster, completely uncaring if another examinee was attempting to get it.  [color=lightblue]”Too slow Duster!”[/color]  was a common phrase examinee’s would hear as he rushed by stealing their points.

Then his turbines got clogged.  The intake ports needed for them to function suddenly got hit with a bunch of sticky slime.  He spent a few precious minutes trying to get them to work, and failing that, his quirk was more or less nullified, and he had to spend the rest of the fight using his legs like a sucker.  Thankfully he was athletic but he couldn’t compete against others quirks when he was handicapped.  Over the rest of the exam, he just got more and more frustrated, and then he flat out attacked the one who happened to make the slime at the end of the exam when he saw them completely unprovoked.  

To be honest, it was a wonder why he was even still here. 

Needless to say, he didn’t have many friends, and to be quite frank, he seemed to be pretty okay with that.  He puffed out his chest, hands on his hips as he stood in the middle of the field and walked towards the edge of the group.  While Hiroki fought them, the particular person he hated went overlooked.  [color=lightblue]”Too scared to show your face!?  I get it!  I’d be scared too!”[/color]  He just seemed to be shouting at no one now, until he pointed towards the bulk of the forming crowd.   [color=lightblue]”Just remember that before any of you losers decide to get in my way!  Whoever thinks one their first in this class, watch your back, because I’m coming for you!  My name is Hiroki Sakimoto![/color]  

[color=lightblue][center][h1]”NUMBER ONE HERO!  NOW AND FOREVER!!!"[/h1][/center][/color]

Yes.  Very loud.  

[center][h2][color=lime][u]Amy Adams[/u][/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=lime]”Omigosh omigosh omigosh!  I can’t believe it!  I’m going to be a hero!”[/color]  
To be completely honest, Amelia Adams was doing this cause of her family’s suggestion.  She dreamed about being a hero, but it was just that-  a dream.  She knew she was going to be spending alot of time at home helping out around the house and doing her best to finish school or find a job.  

When she got that acceptance letter, whe she got into the top 20 for her exam score, that’s when she realized that dream could become reality.  Her quirk was stupid and made her look weird.  She had 5 Snappers and a bit of stretching power.  5 dumb mouths that acted like dogs literally attached to her.  She never even tried actually using them like that, and when she ripped off a robots aluminum paneling and dodged alot more hits then she thought she would, she felt cool.  She felt really cool!  She felt like this is something her dumb quirk could actually be used for than eating her family out of house and home.

She was nearly sprinting to the field, getting lost only once or twice before she arrived in her handmade hero outfit, basically a thematically cute long dress hoody.  She smiled, her big eyes standing out against her black pigmentless skin, clefted mouth open in a huge grin.  She was so excited, she knew she was going to make so many friends.  She charged!

Then slowed.

Then stopped.  

She had flashbacks of what happened in school.  She thought of the stars, the mockery.  She wanted to pull up her hoodie, hide her hands.  She wanted to crawl away into some corner where she couldn’t be seen.  Then she felt something brush her cheeks.  Her head snappers,  Munchie and Crunchie had licked her with their tendril like mouths before they panted like the dogs they were.  Her snappers were dumb, had a mind of her own, but they were always there.  She felt a bit better, nodding as she reached into her pocket for the little milk bone treats she had for them,  tendrils reached into her pockets and she fed them, who crunched away happily. [color=lime]”You’re right.”[/color]  She concluded.  [color=lime]”These are heroes too.  They’re different.  They care about people.  They want to help, just like me.”[/color]

Then she heard the claims of Hiroki and she made a face.  Well most of them wanted to... she hoped.