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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, Auditorium. April 7th[/color][hr][/right]
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Joining the gathering students was supposed to be easy. Just join up, meet your class and enjoy the exciting springtime of your youth. Here Shun was, away from his father’s control, away from the known and in a totally new place. A grand place to make a great first impression, to learn how to become a hero. To spread his wings and fly. This cute upperclassman girl was there to help them and-

[color=cfcaef]“You're the sweaty boy from the entrance.”[/color]

The color drained from Shun’s face. [color=BEDE79]”Wh-what? Sweaty?!”[/color] What had happened at the entrance? He’d been running, but then-he looked at her accusatory stare, her pointing finger, and his heart crashed through the ground, deep into the earth’s core. Did they think he was on the run? In trouble? A creep? [i]Naturally sweaty!?[/i] [color=BEDE79]”Wait no I can explain-”[/color]

[color=ffdb9a]"If we're going to be in the same class, we should aim to get along and not go around insulting one another."[/color]

An angel had come to save him from this torment. To save the day and hopefully give him a chance to explain that he was not, in fact, a super sweaty guy. Or a guy with a sweaty quirk. [i]Sure it made him sweaty if he overextended it’s use but…[/i]

[color=BEDE79]”I uh, I just wanted to make sure I got to school on time. I had to make a detour before I made my way to school…”[/color] 

[color=tan]“Oh, hey, guys! Don’t fight! Uh...”[/color]

The upperclassman girl also came to the rescue. As everyone began to converse and get their room assignments, the attention would naturally move to that and not to whether or not Shun was in fact, a sweaty boy or not. He breathed a deep sign of relief. 

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