Michael was excited.
He'd actually never really been to an actual school before, so he couldn't help but wonder just how it'd all go while half listening to the speech the principal gave. If the literal thousands of hours of anime he'd watched were any indication, then it could either go great or terribly. The odds where honestly around fifty fifty. Then again, it was a school for kids with superpowers, so the chance of this being a nice slice of life scenario was slim to none. So yeah, odds were probably actually closer to eighty twenty that he and his fellow students would get thrown into some kind of crazy, life threatening adventure.
For a moment, he briefly considered the possibility that maybe basing his idea of how the school year would progress on anime plotlines was kind of dumb, and he should just try and get back to listening to the principals speech again.
Thankfully, the principal shot down that line of thinking by announcing that there would be coed rooms, but that there was also going to be a 'sports festival' at the end. Say what you want about Michael's intelligence, but he understood his weebshit. He, like anyone else privy to that sad, secret language, knew that 'sports festival' was code for 'tournament arc'.
Honestly, he didn't have to delve too far down into the depths of his brain to realise that Prism may just have somehow developed some weeby tendencies at some point, and created a tournament arc because they're objectively the best thing ever, but there was no way he wasn't going to make sure he was ready if something resembling a plotline did decide to worm it's way off the page and into his real life!
And then his attention was immediately hijacked once more as Prism told them that they'd find a keycard with their class and dorms under their chairs. Far more importantly though, one of those classes was taught by Wolverine. A wide grin found it's way onto his face when he looked at his card, and sure enough, it was the one Wolverine was teaching. Clearly, that meant that along with his goal to make as many friends as he could, he now also had to set aside some effort to annoy Logan with! They already knew each other somewhat well thanks to all the times they had both accompanied his dad on adventures, but now the man had to spend time with him, meaning this year was going to be even funner than he'd expected!
But wait! He was getting distracted! He was forgetting the most important part of the speech he'd just barely listened to!
He was going to have a roommate here. Sure. Fine. Not unexpected. But he knew that, if he wanted to make sure the room was correctly decorated and up to his standards, he'd have to get there first. Sure, he understood that he'd still have to negotiate when his roommate actually got there, but it'd probably be a lot easier when the posters were already on the wall.
As he picked up his stuff, he took a quick look at the name on the card next to his.
"... Yep, nope, not getting anything from this." He said, before shoving the card into his pocket in mild disappointment. He'd hoped to get a bit more of an inkling of what kind of person his roommate might be from the card somehow, but sadly, all he really got was that it was one of Iron Man's kids, who he knew next to nothing about, and probably a girl if the name was any indication...
Either way, this wasn't really the time to be messing around. He could do that after he got settled in. Trying to be quick, he weaved between the other students and made his way over to the 1C dorms. He saw a couple of people gathering in the common room, and while he wanted to go over and introduce himself, it would have to wait until after his current task. Thankfully, when he made it to his room, it was still empty.
"Ooh, bunk beds! Haven't seen these since Hydra!"
Despite the less than stellar memories of those days, he was actually kind of excited by maybe finally getting a top bunk for once.
Until he noticed the metal that had been used for the bed frames, his eyes widening.
"Whoa whoa, hold up a sec... Is this vibranium?!" He asked, before leaning in to take a closer look. "No, no... Not the pure stuff, an alloy... Still though, this is... wow..."
Somehow, despite the fact that he was in a literal floating city, it was only upon seeing vibranium bedframes that he realised just how ridiculously expensive all of this was. And, while he appreciated the gesture of course, he was beginning to wonder if he couldn't put the honestly pretty decent supply of vibranium in front of him to better use. Already, his mind was jumping between all the cool weapons he could make, if only he could get a hold of someone who could actually teach him how to smelt the stuff properly.
Thankfully though, before he could begin dragging the mattresses off the frame to prepare it all, he realised that was something he should probably discuss with his roommate when she made it there.
"Ok, you're off the hook for now, but if Stark gives me the ok, oooh hooo, you'd better watch your back..." He said, squinting at the beds.
The bedframe, being an inanimate object, didn't respond.
"Yes, accept your fate. You will be given a better life in my armory anyway..."
And then he began to chuckle, which quickly turned into full blown maniacal laughter as he started putting up his posters, which mostly consisted of safer anime series, assorted boy bands, and Hugh Jackman films, with a particular emphasis on his musicals.