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My Urban Hero Academia [Reboot]

He was going to have some strong arms.

Saint let out slow breaths and was careful not to buckle his knees as he held up the buckets. Due to his physique--being taller and a bit bulkier than the average teen, his buckets were filled to the brim for the full effect. With lax eyes he stared forward at a bird's nest outside of the large window in front of him. Cream colored bangs were curled and plastered around golden eyes that shone like honey from the sunlight.

This school session was already starting out offbeat.

That morning was plagued with lateness. He didn't set his alarm like he thought he had right before knocking out in front of his game system. The bus came and went without him. Running to school was a feat and even now he regretted making such an effort just to be standing in pristine marble floored halls with sore arms playing the concentration game.

He held his arms as steady as he could, but strain brought them to quiver just the slightest. The veins in his dark forearms began to protrude.

My Urban Hero Academia

<sub>Running shoes. Check. Underwear. Check. Journal. Check. Notes. Check....

The sound of students bustling through the school halls resonated through the walls. Boys being boys, yelling and shouting crude humor to each other. He could hear them over his music--low tempo beats with a piano accent. The air radiated wonder, curiosity, and excitement in its purest form. Ever since Gang Orca announced the training, everyone was fired up. Every first and second year was buzzing about it! Crazy.

Saint managed to finally flounder to this portion of his studies at UA. It had been a rough season for him and he wasn't proud of it. Since making the big leap of faith into this new world, he'd learned a lot about himself. First off, math was definitely not his subject. His study habits were garbage. He could write a paper, but he wasn't too eloquent about it. The only thing his mentors could rave about really were his intel gathering, stealth, critical thinking skills--especially under pressure--and the other more physical lessons.

Unfortunately, that hadn't been enough to pass him on to his Sophomore year. But he was willing to push himself to adapt and catch up to the other students. Saint's vigor might have been what saved him from getting the boot. Even to this day, he spends extra time after classes deep into his studies. Especially since the council of teachers decided to shove him under Eraserhead's wing--something that's been a blessing and a bane...

He picked his bag up, pulled his hoodie as far over his head as it would go and headed out the building. "Yooo," Saint hummed to some of the others calling out to him and quickly slipped his earbuds into his ears, hiding the little music player in his hoodie--a gift from Ma. He wasn't antisocial, just not all that social with his peers. The lot of them were younger and it was a little awkward being one of the older boys in the first year lot and because he was tall, he stuck out. Somehow he ended up being "big brother" and as with most big brothers, he avoided the "pups" until he was cornered and roped into their shenanigans.

The buses roared and hissed their way into the lot. Beaming faces chattered on about the potentials of these "combat exercises". Some were setting bets on beating each other. Some were dreading the entire thought of being out in the wilderness. The line ups were moving fast though, thank goodness. Saint flipped through songs with his thumb as he made his way onto his designated bus and into his seat. Solo dolo, as always...until someone encroached on his space. Golden eyes scanned his cohorts faces from behind thick curly cream bangs. Apparently, they were supposed to be on teams for this.</sub>

My Urban Hero Academia

<sub>Hero Name: --Undecided--

Bio: Saint grew up in a low income, high crime slum. His mother was a hard worker and as such, he took after her, looking for ways to scrape up money to help make ends meet around the house. A simple, though curious kid with a heavy bout of wanderlust, Saint discovered his quirk after stumbling upon a dead cat on the side of the road. Needless to say, he'd thoroughly freaked himself out, but he eventually grew into it.
Growing up, Saint didn't have quite a positive view on the heroes. Although their actions were subjectively "good", the very people protecting their slum from rising living costs, gentrification, and the corrupt law were constantly thrown behind bars, injured, and even murdered. Many had took him under their wing and taught him how to defend himself, how to hunt, how to fish, and kept him far away from the trouble that they were blood deep in.
If it weren't for their teachings and his mother, he would probably hold much more resentment in his heart for these heroes. Instead, he is struck with apathy towards their cause and enrolls in UA for his own agenda.</sub>

My Urban Hero Academia

<sub>Hero Name: --Undecided--

Bio: Saint grew up in a low income, high crime slum. His mother was a hard worker and as such, he took after her, looking for ways to scrape up money to help make ends meet around the house. A simple, though curious kid with a heavy bout of wanderlust, Saint discovered his quirk after stumbling upon a dead cat on the side of the road. Needless to say, he'd thoroughly freaked himself out, but he eventually grew into it.
Growing up, Saint didn't have quite a positive view on the heroes. Although their actions were subjectively "good", the very people protecting their slum from rising living costs, gentrification, and the corrupt law were constantly thrown behind bars, injured, and even murdered. Many had took him under their wing and taught him how to defend himself, how to hunt, how to fish, and kept him far away from the trouble that they were blood deep in.
If it weren't for their teachings and his mother, he would probably hold much more resentment in his heart for these heroes. Instead, he is struck with apathy towards their cause and enrolls in UA for his own agenda.</sub>