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Junko had a feeling she was one of the last ones to go but that didn’t properly manifest until the final two students performed their demonstration. First was Kouki, who’s silvery tendrils worked about as much as tendrils could, at least as far as Junko knew. Grasping the falling pieces of the knife in front of her was a reminder she was still standing around awkwardly. She kept an embarrassed giggle to herself and swiftly made her way back to the other students, head slightly down but crooked grin still present as the tendrils withdrew. Last was Yukari, whose Quirk involved…body manipulation? It certainly seemed so. Junko watched with amazement as the other girl’s body contorted like a cartoon, fitting inside a bottle too small for her.

Then came the hour of reckoning though for Junko, the hard part was over. She sighed in relief once the Support class was dismissed, each one of them filed and ranked to march out almost like tin soldiers. Somehow, she didn’t expect much else from the Support class. Regardless, the real announcement came from their teacher. So, this was a personality test? Figures, since a Quirk was only as heroic or as vile as its owner. As each student was passed over and given an assessment one by one, Junko was surprised to hear Ms. Mako not even acknowledge her.

She was only given a brief passing of later discussion that was to be held in detention…..and yet. That wasn’t so bad. In hindsight, that wasn’t so bad at all. [color=39b54a]“Ehehe….”[/color] Junko figured she’d be scolded for such a rowdy display but was that so bad? After all, Ms. Mako was the only reason she seriously considered this school in the first place. And a one on one session with her? On the first day? It was almost enough to make the dark-haired girl giddy with excitement; never mind the fact it was detention. Oh, she wondered, wondered yes, what they would discuss about her Quirk. In private, of course. Alone with the teacher. With no one to see…

But alas, that would be [i]after[/i] school. Right. There was plenty of time to be had and plenty of ways to consider how to impress her teacher. In the end, Junko passed through the rest of the day with little to do much. When lunchtime rang around, she wandered the school looking for a nice play to sit down and eat. [color=39b54a]“Crowds are too noisy. Gotta keep up my image,”[/color] she told herself, walking the campus until she saw one of her classmates. [color=39b54a]“Oh, the scary girl with the mask. We’d look good together, a bunch of scary folk, ehehe….”[/color]

It wasn’t long then before Junko approached Dulga, only realizing too late the other girl was listening to her phone. Well now this was awkward. She briefly considered turning the other way, not wanting to disrupt her music, but she was already standing around like an idiot; just like in the gym. So instead she settled in waving her arms, hoping to get Dulga’s attention and maybe even sit with her. [color=39b54a]“Er, is this seat taken? Sorry if I’m intruding. I don’t like eating with big groups….”[/color]
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