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The teacher had yellow eyes. Really going all in on the whole inhuman deal, wasn’t she? Kouki wondered if they glowed in the dark, but put those thoughts aside in preparation for more troublesome activities. A demonstration of one’s quirks? It made sense, hero class and all, but still, he didn’t see it coming. Problematic, for sure. He clenched his glutes, shook his head.

Whatever, he’ll have to change first. Ten minutes would be enough to shrug off his uniform and exchange it for a shirt and shorts, after all. After that, it would be…

Oh hell, they had an audience. What’s more, it was an audience filled with his middle school acquaintances. Kouki wasn’t certain how many of his Hero class classmates were Matsubara natives, but amongst the notebook-wielding group, he could definitely pick out a couple who he had the…pleasure of being acquainted with before. A grimace reflexively emerged. He’d gotten a haircut since middle school, but there was still a pretty good chance that he’d be recognized, huh? Whatever. It was just quirks. Everyone had quirks, even if he managed to go through school without talking about his. Didn’t even need to show off for this demonstration. Not like they were going to be scored on their performance, after all.

So he found himself a nice, cozy corner of the gym, and watched the rest of his classmates get on with it. Magnet hands looked interesting, more emitter than mutant. Bubblegum looked like a mess, but fit the whole ‘Rescue Hero’ theme that Matsubara Hero Academy had transitioned into. Four arms was…four strong arms. Not much to say there, other than reminding him of a Pokemon. Wings looked big, but Kouki spent more time wondering if wingman was a model. There was something about him he couldn’t quite put a finger on, and it bugged him enough to click his tongue. Air man was underwhelming, but understandable considering the reasons UA rejected him. Slime man was something else.

A whole lotta something else.

If others had applauded the slime boy, Kouki may have joined them. Probably not though.

More wings. Smaller wings and less wings, but at least she flew well? He couldn’t tell. Reindeer gave him secondhand embarrassment. He looked away, eyes closed, but what he heard told him that she managed to redeem herself before things got too awkward. Saki did well. It still confused Kouki how her intelligence boost worked, but, as with most mutant quirks, he simply stopped thinking about it.

The last girl, though, was…concerning.

Scary, more like. Big mental issues, even. Or maybe it was all just her quirk? Some sort of personality switching thing? Jekyll and Hyde? Made more sense why she was interested in getting lessons from villains. A weirdo, regardless. Though that was sorta obvious from the get-go, considering her getup.

While the support class was still recovering from the shock of that whole incident, Kouki pushed off from his cozy corner, relaxing his body just enough so that one liter’s worth of Quicksilver could slide out of his body, up his back, over his right shoulder, and then out of the sleeve of his shirt. Seven slender tendrils stretched out, a dull silver that slipped around the others to sweep the floor. As pieces of the plastic knife fell back down, Kouki’s Quicksilver picked it back up, methodically gathering up the individual bits into a tidy bundle. The task was completed after a bit, and the silver tendrils reversed course, bringing the garbage in front of the bipolar supergirl.

Three seconds elapsed.

The tendrils dropped the plastic bits, indifferent as to whether it fell on the floor again or not, and retracted into Kouki’s sleeve, then down his back, and finally into his tailbone hole once more.