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[color=gray][sub][center][color=2A9FCB][b]Location:[/b][/color] Event Hall, Ishin Academy
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The blue-haired teenager had done her absolute best not to lose her cool, despite still having issues with controlling her hair when it came to how her mood influenced it subconsciously. When she was mad or embarrassed people knew. The hair always told them. The sound of distant laughter, the laughter of the other orphans, echoed in her mind like a ghost. 

[quote=Someone, in the Past][color=92278f][i]What's wrong? Are you mad? Are you gonna cry, tentacruel?[/i][/color][/quote]
Yoshiba kept her eyes set on the stage, a few of the support members of the faculty seemed to be having a discussion behind the podium, probably making sure everything was ready for the big speech. This must’ve meant it was only a matter of time before they asked the students for silence and did their big song and dance, right? God, she hoped so.

The rest of her fellow first years were a chatty bunch. Outside of the silver-haired villain, the two in the back were chattering away about where they were from. Tokyo. She had never been. Didn’t care much, either, considering the fact Tokyo was UA’s turf and they hadn’t considered her as part of their new crop of first years. She didn’t think Ishin was a bad consolation prize, but it still wasn’t her first option. She wondered if the two of them were more disappointed that they missed out on UA given its relative proximity to wherever they lived. She wondered if she was going to have to put up with their yammering for the whole year? Were they also assigned to Class 1A like she was? If so, were they ready to resign into the role of her sidekicks?

[color=2A9FCB]“You sound nervous.”[/color] She stated without looking back at either of the two. [color=2A9FCB]“Why.”[/color]

Perhaps some part of her wanted to take out her own frustration on someone else. Maybe she didn't know how to talk to people. 

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