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Poised in her seat, Asuka's eyes were focused purely on the reflection inches from her face, fingers delicately tugging on every strand as she put them in place. Sure, it was probably a little vain to be so hyper-focused on her appearance, but there was nothing wrong with wanting to look nice for your first day. That said, even if she tugged her bangs this way and that, the soft curls seemed to do whatever they wanted no matter how much she moved them around. Letting out a huff of annoyance, she sat up straight as she leveled an unimpressed look at the compact, lightly pinching a cheek. Ugh, all this stress was starting to take its toll on her skin. 

What she needed was to properly accessorize. Apparently, Ishin's dress code was a lot more lax than her old school's, so she planned on taking full advantage. After rummaging through her suitcase, she plucked out a gold headband with a sizable pink flower on it. Placing it on her head, she gently stroked the ribbon, turning her head this way and that to get a better look. Was it too flashy? She didn't pick the one with glitter on it, but the size was questionable. Oh well, she liked the way it looked. The uniform was bland enough that even with her hair she stood out, but she had to admit she kinda liked her ensemble. 

Inhaling slowly, she perked up significantly as she flashed a smile at her reflection. [color=ffdb9a]"It's nice to meet you!"[/color] Her high-pitched squeak came out a little louder than she wanted, so she cleared her throat and lowered her enthusiasm slightly. [color=ffdb9a]"It's nice to meet you, I'm Sakurami Asuka. Let's have a good year!"[/color] She added a giggle at the end, satisfied. Perfect, she looked as cute as a button, just as intended.

Satisfied with her appearance, Asuka happily slouched back in her seat, digging out a piece of paper out of her pocket. On it were messages scribbled from her family: her big sis encouraging her, her mom and dad reminding her to call them, her little sister wishing her luck. It was nice to have a note to her that hadn't been added as an afterthought, though she frowned slightly at it. She still wished her dad had taken her to the train station yesterday, but Emiwa had apparently forgotten her sheet music, so he chose to let their chauffeur, Sato-san, take her to the train station instead. To his credit, Sato-san had made sure to give her proper directions and arrange for another driver to pick her up from the station to make sure she made it to the academy, but she would have liked it if it had been her dad instead.

Oh well.

Slouching against the car door, she remained quiet for the duration of the ride, occasionally bringing out her phone whenever she got too bored. The car slowly came to a halt, and Asuka felt all her energy coming back. Finally! The car door was opened for her, and after taking her luggage and thanking the driver, Asuka practically skipped her way onto the campus. There were a lot more people than she expected, but she had to admit she liked what she saw. There were a few odd sights here and there, but she figured that was typical for any place where [i]everyone[/i] had a Quirk of some kind.

Walking into the auditorium, she was surprised it wasn't packed. Maybe the opening ceremony wasn't going to happen right away? Well, she could still take a seat, anyway, it wasn't like she knew anyone here. Deciding on one of the few seats at the edge, Asuka carefully placed her suitcase under the seat before sitting down, taking out her compact and inspecting her hair once again.
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