[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220904/b0868f68d3313e3b3c656713ce9c3ce6.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220904/a1c6863bff08345690238da29f77b480.png[/img] BEEP BEEP BEEP [i]click[/i] Yozora shut her alarm off as she flung herself out of bed in such a way that she was drifting out her bedroom door like a balloon. She landed right outside and instantly set about getting prepared for the day. Stealing some food from the kitchen and throwing on her school uniform in one blinding motion… all before the sun was even fully in the air. This was the day. [i]The[/i] day. All the steps taken to get here were starting to pay off. [hr] Yozora was standing outside the gates to UA, checking her phone to tell her parents she got there, watching people file in at the door with the help of a robot. Yozora was practically glowing… Literally. Her hair was aglow like neon, her eyes were a pair of bright blue lanterns against her face. It made her stand out somewhat, but no one seemed to be bothered by it. [he] Practically, the early bird catches the worm: a philosophy that Mira lives by, earnestly. Just seeing the friend she had for a while now triggered her OCD of not being punctual enough. Considering both of them were addressed with the highest esteem of position as Recommended Students or for a lack of better term, Scholars, setting an example was a must. Punctuality and proper etiquette. These were the things that the entertainment industry engraved on someone who grew up too fast. "Yozora. Aren't we fashionably early?" Mira, who was earlier than Yozora, stood by, cloaked. Her facemask, hoodie, and simple scene fashion, all black, concealed whatever perverts may oogle, though it didn’t help that her voice too posed some curiosity to what her looks might be and the possible figures, implied by the flesh, accentuating from her clothes. "No matter, you're the only one I can count on. I refuse to let these stalkers and paparazzi around me." Mira implied the possibility of their surroundings being plagued by degenerates, because of the news that was trending of Mira being enrolled to UA. Yozora looked up from her phone and saw a good friend she had made recently, her blue hair poked out just vaguely from under the hoodie, and Yozora felt a chill come over her. [color=ba00ff]”Mira! There you are. I waited for you- I didn’t wanna walk in alone. There probably wont be a lot of cameras inside, the robots are taking names at the door before they let us in.”[/color] Yozora had a smile on her face that somehow made her face look even brighter than it already did. [color=ba00ff]”And if there [i]are[/i] stalkers, I’ll run them off!”[/color] It was hard to see the facial expressions she made but everything was reassuring. Mira has forgotten that the robots would actually use her maiden name and not the pseudonym she uses for work. Who's to say that the robots will say it out loud? A gamble but nevertheless, being in school means there will be some staff who would know your registration. What Mira expressed was gratitude by a mere nod to Yozora's assurance, yet whatever Mira wanted to say to her friend remained bottled up. It made those pent up feelings tense and stiff in the mind, she then received a call from her Talent Manager, Georgie and indiscriminately turned off her phone, ignoring him. Two weeks from now, there would be another Cosplay Convention in the Budokan, Mira thought of not attending it. "Let's head to class then. The longer we stay here, it will only make the line longer." [color=ba00ff]”Yeah, let’s go.”[/color] [hr] After they gave the robot their names, they were free to wander about the dorms how they wished. [color=ba00ff]”How has your media career been going? I’ve been practicing with my quirk, so I haven’t been keeping up with the news much.”[/color] "The usual but not really. Recently, BeYoulders, the company I worked for, had a change of management and I have not met the new Company Director. My group, Destiny Gurls, received handsome funding and while this is all internal, let's just say, we can use the excess cash to do whatever we want and for starters, getting our new room customized. I haven't been practicing but the exam was the most difficult, we're Recommendations after all." [color=ba00ff]”That sounds like so much to worry about. You’re gonna fall behind if you don’t practice, especially with a quirk like yours! But anyway, it must be nice having all that cash to throw at decorating. You sure do work hard- Where are we even going? I’m lost.”[/color] Energetic as always, Yozora was just skipping along until they found the right rooms. "Ah yeah. I see." Mira said with little emotion. "Right there." She points. The room itself has a 7 and by imagining how it looked, it's a 007. Mira briefly flashed her face directly at Yozora, comically annoyed yet cute and then put her mask back, so that Yozora will not feel anything unusual and suggesting that she hates to admit that she's out of practice. "No. Not at all. I'm not wasting our money for just flashy decorations. We're gonna be sharing 50-50 as allowance, I don't trust the food here at school, I dunno how to cook either and neither am I sure if you could but yeah, basic things to learn." Mira hands over the credit card and savings card to Yozora, to which both of them have their own copy. "That's good enough for three months until there's a new gig. Don't abuse the credit card though." Yozora had eyes that looked like miniature suns, and even [i]she[/i] looked a little starry-eyed that Mira was kind enough to trust her with that much cash. [color=ba00ff]”Mira… You didn’t have to do that!”[/color] She threw an arm over Mira’s shoulder in a half-hug. Her arm felt like it was sitting next to a campfire. [color=ba00ff]”But thank you!”[/color] "Hot!" She said in her mind. "Alright, not sure if we can go inside the dorm but we'll probably go anyway." Mira left a mark by making the room temperature cold as it's now their property. "Let's head to class."