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How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

@Tominas

Potential Spoilers to the 2nd season of the anime

I wish they had showed their fight a little longer, even if it was mostly just the two of them hitting each other. The little we did see was great. Kirishima is one of my favorites out of the secondary cast.

How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

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E I R H A Y A S H I

_{// Kosei Academy - Training Center - Morning of Day 1 \\
@Tenma Tendo@Araby264@yahoo3422@Tominas@TaliPaendrag}

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Once they took the short cut through the Great Hall, their group passed by the many outdoor training facilities, moving toward the entrance to the large stadium-like training center. The massive structure wasn't anything like Eir had expected. The archways and ornate architecture made it feel less like a school's physical activities facility and more like a theater. It evoked imagery that reminded Hayashi of the great Colosseum of ancient Rome. Her wonder was kept constrained behind a neutral expression, though it was impossible to keep her excitement out of her eyes. Her gaze dashed about, taking in the sights. She could only imagine the kind of things that they'd be getting up to at Kosei that required a stadium like this. 'This place is amazing.' Hayashi thought to herself. Even if coming to the Academy hadn't been her idea, she was starting to warm up to the place. The faculty and students were all very interesting; not all of them were exactly kind, but no one had treated her badly yet. It was...a great improvement over her home life, that much was certain. Eir moved along beside Iccho, entering into the building itself. A wave of cool air hit her face, throwing her hair up behind her.

Matsuo's quirk was interesting. He produced a spine from his finger tip, not unlike that of a porcupine. Getting hit by those would probably hurt. Eir might've been a little...forward, in asking the boy she barely knew about his abilities. She would've understood if he politely refused to share. But quirks had been an ordinary part of every day life since the glowing baby was born; especially in her home town, where quirk usage was greatly encouraged. For Hayashi, it felt like as normal a question as asking about someone's shirt. It was only fair that Iccho ask what her quirk was in return. "I don't mind." Eir said with a smile. Instead of explaining her ability, she chose to show him, as he had done. Hayashi held her fists up in front of her. Bone-like material crawled up from within her sleeves, swiftly covering her hands like gauntlets. Eir opened up her fists, causing the armor to drop off. As soon as it hit the ground it shattered, the small pieces flying off in the wind. She looked back to Iccho, smiling again. "It's not very impressive, I know." She admitted with a short laugh. Hayashi didn't like her quirk, if she was honest. Some days she wished she was born with another, more boring one- or maybe no quirk at all. The only reason Eir was forced to go to the Academy was because she had a quirk a hero could use.

While the group was standing around discussing their next move, someone else spoke up from behind them. Eir's attention was drawn toward the entrance. To her surprise, there was the tiniest person Hayashi had ever seen standing there. Eir looked visibly surprised by her appearance. While it was...extremely rude, Hayashi had never seen a bonafide dwarf before. She'd almost always been the smallest one in the room. Hayashi blinked away her confusion, realizing she was staring. "O-oh! Um, hello there." The little- erm, Tatsuko, explained that she was late to the orientation, and was hoping she could tag along with the group. Eir was far from their little impromptu gang's spokesperson, but she knew how awkward it was to put one's self out like that. Meeting new people was hard, and the possibly of rejection made approaching people all the harder. Eir took it upon herself to let the girl join them, even if one of the others was against it. "Sure thing! We were just looking for the boxing ring. We'd love to have you. My name's Eir Hayashi, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Kanashiro."

Eir looked around the huge open field. She didn't see anyone else there, aside from the new girl. It was possible there was a teacher somewhere nearby, but Hayashi couldn't see them from where she was standing. "If there's a map, I'd bet it would be on a wall near the front door." That's where Eir would put one. It'd be silly for a huge facility like this to not have a map set up for new people. Hayashi left Iccho, moving back toward where they had come in. She walked through the expansive threshold, stepping into the area between the many doors leading into the training facility and the path to the main arena itself. It could be described as a lobby of sorts. To one side was a long hallway, while to the other was a small window. Glancing inside, Hayashi saw some sort of office- it was empty, sadly, the attendant that usually ran the place was probably out at the front gate for the orientation ceremony and hadn't returned yet. Next to the closed off window was exactly what Eir sought: a map of the building. "I found it!" She called back to the others, sliding over in front of the thing. "Let's see..." She placed her finger on a red star marked 'you're here.' "This is where we are." Eir muttered to herself, looking over the schematics of the building. She traced her finger along the map, stopping on their destination. "Found it! The 'indoor' area, where it says the boxing ring is, should be-" Hayashi turned around, pointing down the hall on the other side of the 'lobby.' "-This way!"

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E I R H A Y A S H I

_{// Kosei Academy - Training Center - Morning of Day 1 \\}

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Once they took the short cut through the Great Hall, their group passed by the many outdoor training facilities, moving toward the entrance to the large stadium-like training center. The massive structure wasn't anything like Eir had expected. The archways and ornate architecture made it feel less like a school's physical activities facility and more like a theater. It evoked imagery that reminded Hayashi of the great Colosseum of ancient Rome. Her wonder was kept constrained behind a neutral expression, though it was impossible to keep her excitement out of her eyes. Her gaze dashed about, taking in the sights. She could only imagine the kind of things that they'd be getting up to at Kosei that required a stadium like this. 'This place is amazing.' Hayashi thought to herself. Even if coming to the Academy hadn't been her idea, she was starting to warm up to the place. The faculty and students were all very interesting; not all of them were exactly kind, but no one had treated her badly yet. It was...a great improvement over her home life, that much was certain. Eir moved along beside Iccho, entering into the building itself. A wave of cool air hit her face, throwing her hair up behind her.

Matsuo's quirk was interesting. He produced a spine from his finger tip, not unlike that of a porcupine. Getting hit by those would probably hurt. Eir might've been a little...forward, in asking the boy she barely knew about his abilities. She would've understood if he politely refused to share. But quirks had been an ordinary part of every day life since the glowing baby was born; especially in her home town, where quirk usage was greatly encouraged. For Hayashi, it felt like as normal a question as asking about someone's shirt. It was only fair that Iccho ask what her quirk was in return. "I don't mind." Eir said with a smile. Instead of explaining her ability, she chose to show him, as he had done. Hayashi held her fists up in front of her. Bone-like material crawled up from within her sleeves, swiftly covering her hands like gauntlets. Eir opened up her fists, causing the armor to drop off. As soon as it hit the ground it shattered, the small pieces flying off in the wind. She looked back to Iccho, smiling again. "It's not very impressive, I know." She admitted with a short laugh. Hayashi didn't like her quirk, if she was honest. Some days she wished she was born with another, more boring one- or maybe no quirk at all. The only reason Eir was forced to go to the Academy was because she had a quirk a hero could use.

While the group was standing around discussing their next move, someone else spoke up from behind them. Eir's attention was drawn toward the entrance. To her surprise, there was the tiniest person Hayashi had ever seen standing there. Eir looked visibly surprised by her appearance. While it was...extremely rude, Hayashi had never seen a bonafide dwarf before. She'd almost always been the smallest one in the room. Hayashi blinked away her confusion, realizing she was staring. "O-oh! Um, hello there." The little- erm, Tatsuko, explained that she was late to the orientation, and was hoping she could tag along with the group. Eir was far from their little impromptu gang's spokesperson, but she knew how awkward it was to put one's self out like that. Meeting new people was hard, and the possibly of rejection made approaching people all the harder. Eir took it upon herself to let the girl join them, even if one of the others was against it. "Sure thing! We were just looking for the boxing ring. We'd love to have you. My name's Eir Hayashi, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Kanashiro."

Eir looked around the huge open field. She didn't see anyone else there, aside from the new girl. It was possible there was a teacher somewhere nearby, but Hayashi couldn't see them from where she was standing. "If there's a map, I'd bet it would be on a wall near the front door." That's where Eir would put one. It'd be silly for a huge facility like this to not have a map set up for new people. Hayashi left Iccho, moving back toward where they had come in. She walked through the expansive threshold, stepping into the area between the many doors leading into the training facility and the path to the main arena itself. It could be described as a lobby of sorts. To one side was a long hallway, while to the other was a small window. Glancing inside, Hayashi saw some sort of office- it was empty, sadly, the attendant that usually ran the place was probably out at the front gate for the orientation ceremony and hadn't returned yet. Next to the closed off window was exactly what Eir sought: a map of the building. "I found it!" She called back to the others, sliding over in front of the thing. "Let's see..." She placed her finger on a red star marked 'you're here.' "This is where we are." Eir muttered to herself, looking over the schematics of the building. She traced her finger along the map, stopping on their destination. "Found it! The 'indoor' area, where it says the boxing ring is, should be-" Hayashi turned around, pointing down the hall on the other side of the 'lobby.' "-This way!"

How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

@TaliPaendrag No worries, we're pretty lax around here. I'm looking forward to roleplaying with you as well.

How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

@FallenTrinity@NobodiesHero As far as I'm aware, yes, we're still accepting new characters.

CLOSED (Formally Aces High)

Peter Henway

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♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ Peter Henway ♠ ♡ ♢ ♣

"I actually like camp. Crazy, I know."

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Camp Registration 2022

║ Camper Name ║

Peter A. Henway

║ Birthday, Age, Gender ║

» 6/14
» 18
» Male

║ Address ║

734 SW Clay St., Topeka, Kansas 66546

║ Allergies ║

No

║ Medications at Camp? ║

No

║ Activity Restrictions? ║

No

║ Emergency Contact ║

Reverend Edwin Henway, Father, 914-970-5400

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Long live the pioneers
Rebels and mutineers
Go forth and have no fear
Come close and lend an ear

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This is Me

║ Nicknames ║

Pete

║ Sexual Orientation & Relationship Status ║

Heterosexual, Single

║ Appearance ║

Peter is a tall boy, standing at six feet and two inches. Weighing in at 180 pounds of workhorse muscle, Henway's nothing to scoff at. He's broad shouldered and built like an ox from years of physical labor and a good diet. Peter's angular, strong features give him the look of being older than he actually is. His gelled dark brown hair is rarely messy or unkempt. Henway's obsession with appearances forbids him from leaving the house looking anything but immaculate. His frosty blue eyes are always full of life, a certain gentleness never fading from behind his soft gaze. Typically, Peter's face is clean shaven, though there have been periods where he's tried to grow something out. He's never gotten much farther than stubble before reverting back to just shaving it all off. In regards to fashion, Peter doesn't stray far from the typical. He likes jeans, plaid button ups and the occasional blank T-shirt. Henway rarely goes anywhere without a dusty old ball cap for his favorite baseball team, The Royals, his grandfather gave him. The dark blue, worn hat features the letters KC prominently on the front, as well as the numbers '47 on the side.

║ Personality ║

The Positive:

• Joyful
• Selfless
• Gentle

The Negative:

• Naive
• Pushover
• Reckless

More in depth:

• Despite the effort he puts into his hair, Pete rarely takes his hat off.
• Henway is absolutely obsessed with Baseball.
• He sun burns easily, leading to him covering up during the summer more than most.
• Peter's primary defense mechanism is to stop talking until the threat leaves.

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Freedom lies in being bold. - Robert Frost

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We Are Infinite

║ My Dreams ║

Peter wants to be free of his family's overwhelming expectations, and just be himself. He's just not sure who he is quite yet.

║ Fears ║

• Of hurting those he cares about
• Losing his freedom of choice
• Small, cramped spaces
• Never finding out who he is

║ Likes ║

• Baseball
• Lemonade
• The Outdoors
• Freedom
• Hunting
• Flowers
• Hard work

║ Dislikes ║

• Restrictions and rules
• Being stuck inside
• Laziness
• Being manipulated
• Pineapples on pizza

║ Brief History ║

Peter was born the youngest child in his family. He had three sisters, a father who never stopped working and a stay at home mom to raise him. From a young age, Pete was taught to act with a soft hand. He was admonished for acting out in any capacity, never allowed off his short leash. The boy became complacent with his lot in life. Henway was usually the one to draw the short straw whenever chores were assigned, finding himself with the hardest of the jobs. Pete had a good work ethic hammered into his head before he could count above ten. Throughout the week he'd spend his time learning at school, come home to help his pa with whatever project he was working on next, then collapse in bed, exhausted. Once his grandfather introduced him to the magnificent sport that was baseball, Henway spent every Saturday at the field with the other boys. Sundays were spent at church, listening to his dad's sermons. Reverend Henway was a quiet man, who tried to instill a sense of duty to family and community in his congregation, as well as a dedication toward peace. 'Turn the other cheek' was taken so literally that he deemed defending yourself from an attacker a sin. Peter soaked in his teachings every day for seventeen years, without fail.

As he grew up, Peter's body rapidly developed. He was the tallest and broadest kid in his class by middle school. He caught a part time job on an uncle's farm, more because of his parents' pressuring him than of any desire to gain income. Henway started to desire independence. The other guys started to whisper about how Pete didn't get to do half the things they did. They starting making fun of him for it. Pete never spoke up in his defense, shrugging it off and turning the other cheek as he'd been instructed. He poured his energy into his job and the only hobby he enjoyed, baseball. His grandpa would take him to Royals games whenever he could scrape together the funds. They'd sit in front of the TV together after church. Dad didn't approve, but dad's dad didn't give a rats ass what his son thought about it. Peter never got around to joining a real team, but he never missed a chance to organize a game at the park. High School rolled around and he kept growing. Now a towering monster of a hormone infused man-boy, nobody picked on him anymore- even if Pete never once raised his voice or laid a hand on another person, he naturally looked imposing. He figured they left him alone because not doing anything about it had actually worked. His grades were average at best. He struggled with math and science, and found English class dull. Shop was a nice break from the monotony of standard academic classes.

Then Peter turned eighteen. He was an adult, according to the government, but his parents disagreed. It was the first time young Henway tried to argue with his parents about giving him more leeway. He wanted to attend a Baseball camp in New York. His father was vehemently against it, claiming his son's obsession with the game was what had driven his grades down. Pete brought up that his grandpa was the one that introduced him to it. For the first time, Henway saw his father get angry. Truly angry. He denounced his own dad as senile and hell bound, putting his foot down and deciding his son wouldn't be going anywhere. Peter decided to switch gears. He came to his parents a few days later, telling them about Aces High. It wasn't a baseball camp, and it was in Northern California. It just so happened his dad was planning to spend a few weeks visiting church in Cali- the time lined up near perfectly with the camp. He reluctantly agreed to let his son attend. Henway, exhausted from having to fight inch for bloody inch for even the most basic freedom for himself, began to resent the viper-like grip his parents held him in. He wasn't allowed to be himself so long as they controlled him so closely. Peter made it a personal goal to stretch his wings while he was at Aces. It would mark the first time he was away from his community's watchful eye, giving Henway a chance to see who he really was without their talons sunk deep into his soul.

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Welcome to Aces High!

║ Suit Assignment ║

Fill this out when we give you a suit: Hearts, Clubs, Spades, Diamonds. That will determine your cabin assignments and teams for the ten weeks at camp

║ Do you want to be here? ║

Yes

║ Extra information ║

Colton Haynes, Red (Unique, I know)

How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

@Kal-El Hi dad

How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

I keep forgetting to do the mentions thing. Bleugh

CLOSED (Formally Aces High)

Peter Henway

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♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ Peter Henway ♠ ♡ ♢ ♣

"I actually like camp. Crazy, I know."

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Camp Registration 2022

║ Camper Name ║

Peter A. Henway

║ Birthday, Age, Gender ║

» 6/14
» 18
» Male

║ Address ║

734 SW Clay St., Topeka, Kansas 66546

║ Allergies ║

No

║ Medications at Camp? ║

No

║ Activity Restrictions? ║

No

║ Emergency Contact ║

Reverend Edwin Henway, Father, 914-970-5400

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---

Long live the pioneers
Rebels and mutineers
Go forth and have no fear
Come close and lend an ear

---

---

This is Me

║ Nicknames ║

Pete

║ Sexual Orientation & Relationship Status ║

Heterosexual, Single

║ Appearance ║

Peter is a tall boy, standing at six feet and two inches. Weighing in at 180 pounds of workhorse muscle, Henway's nothing to scoff at. He's broad shouldered and built like an ox from years of physical labor and a good diet. Peter's angular, strong features give him the look of being older than he actually is. His gelled dark brown hair is rarely messy or unkempt. Henway's obsession with appearances forbids him from leaving the house looking anything but immaculate. His frosty blue eyes are always full of life, a certain gentleness never fading from behind his soft gaze. Typically, Peter's face is clean shaven, though there have been periods where he's tried to grow something out. He's never gotten much farther than stubble before reverting back to just shaving it all off. In regards to fashion, Peter doesn't stray far from the typical. He likes jeans, plaid button ups and the occasional blank T-shirt. Henway rarely goes anywhere without a dusty old ball cap for his favorite baseball team, The Royals, his grandfather gave him. The dark blue, worn hat features the letters KC prominently on the front, as well as the numbers '47 on the side.

║ Personality ║

The Positive:

• Joyful
• Selfless
• Gentle

The Negative:

• Naive
• Pushover
• Reckless

More in depth:

• Despite the effort he puts into his hair, Pete rarely takes his hat off.
• Henway is absolutely obsessed with Baseball.
• He sun burns easily, leading to him covering up during the summer more than most.
• Peter's primary defense mechanism is to stop talking until the threat leaves.

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Freedom lies in being bold. - Robert Frost

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We Are Infinite

║ My Dreams ║

Peter wants to be free of his family's overwhelming expectations, and just be himself. He's just not sure who he is quite yet.

║ Fears ║

• Of hurting those he cares about
• Losing his freedom of choice
• Small, cramped spaces
• Never finding out who he is

║ Likes ║

• Baseball
• Lemonade
• The Outdoors
• Freedom
• Hunting
• Flowers
• Hard work

║ Dislikes ║

• Restrictions and rules
• Being stuck inside
• Laziness
• Being manipulated
• Pineapples on pizza

║ Brief History ║

Peter was born the youngest child in his family. He had three sisters, a father who never stopped working and a stay at home mom to raise him. From a young age, Pete was taught to act with a soft hand. He was admonished for acting out in any capacity, never allowed off his short leash. The boy became complacent with his lot in life. Henway was usually the one to draw the short straw whenever chores were assigned, finding himself with the hardest of the jobs. Pete had a good work ethic hammered into his head before he could count above ten. Throughout the week he'd spend his time learning at school, come home to help his pa with whatever project he was working on next, then collapse in bed, exhausted. Once his grandfather introduced him to the magnificent sport that was baseball, Henway spent every Saturday at the field with the other boys. Sundays were spent at church, listening to his dad's sermons. Reverend Henway was a quiet man, who tried to instill a sense of duty to family and community in his congregation, as well as a dedication toward peace. 'Turn the other cheek' was taken so literally that he deemed defending yourself from an attacker a sin. Peter soaked in his teachings every day for seventeen years, without fail.

As he grew up, Peter's body rapidly developed. He was the tallest and broadest kid in his class by middle school. He caught a part time job on an uncle's farm, more because of his parents' pressuring him than of any desire to gain income. Henway started to desire independence. The other guys started to whisper about how Pete didn't get to do half the things they did. They starting making fun of him for it. Pete never spoke up in his defense, shrugging it off and turning the other cheek as he'd been instructed. He poured his energy into his job and the only hobby he enjoyed, baseball. His grandpa would take him to Royals games whenever he could scrape together the funds. They'd sit in front of the TV together after church. Dad didn't approve, but dad's dad didn't give a rats ass what his son thought about it. Peter never got around to joining a real team, but he never missed a chance to organize a game at the park. High School rolled around and he kept growing. Now a towering monster of a hormone infused man-boy, nobody picked on him anymore- even if Pete never once raised his voice or laid a hand on another person, he naturally looked imposing. He figured they left him alone because not doing anything about it had actually worked. His grades were average at best. He struggled with math and science, and found English class dull. Shop was a nice break from the monotony of standard academic classes.

Then Peter turned eighteen. He was an adult, according to the government, but his parents disagreed. It was the first time young Henway tried to argue with his parents about giving him more leeway. He wanted to attend a Baseball camp in New York. His father was vehemently against it, claiming his son's obsession with the game was what had driven his grades down. Pete brought up that his grandpa was the one that introduced him to it. For the first time, Henway saw his father get angry. Truly angry. He denounced his own dad as senile and hell bound, putting his foot down and deciding his son wouldn't be going anywhere. Peter decided to switch gears. He came to his parents a few days later, telling them about Aces High. It wasn't a baseball camp, and it was in Northern California. It just so happened his dad was planning to spend a few weeks visiting church in Cali- the time lined up near perfectly with the camp. He reluctantly agreed to let his son attend. Henway, exhausted from having to fight inch for bloody inch for even the most basic freedom for himself, began to resent the viper-like grip his parents held him in. He wasn't allowed to be himself so long as they controlled him so closely. Peter made it a personal goal to stretch his wings while he was at Aces. It would mark the first time he was away from his community's watchful eye, giving Henway a chance to see who he really was without their talons sunk deep into his soul.

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Welcome to Aces High!

║ Suit Assignment ║

Fill this out when we give you a suit: Hearts, Clubs, Spades, Diamonds. That will determine your cabin assignments and teams for the ten weeks at camp

║ Do you want to be here? ║

Yes

║ Extra information ║

Colton Haynes, Red (Unique, I know)

How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

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E I R H A Y A S H I

_{// Kosei Academy - Training Fields - Morning of Day 1 \\}

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The conversation about what exactly they'd be doing shifted a few times. Jefferson agreed to fight Dante in the boxing ring, but only if the two of them didn't use their quirks. Eir could see the merit in that. Quirks had the potential to give one fighter an unfair advantage over another. She didn't pay too much attention to Japan's boxing circuit, but the little that Hayashi had heard indicated that the people with the best quirks dominated the scene, leaving little room for more technically skilled fighters to shine. Fights where no quirks were allowed, in the vein of fighting sports from before the time quirks became so prevalent, were based more on one's own physical abilities and knowledge than genetics. Eir wouldn't...be able to participate, if that was how they were doing things. She was fine with that though. This was more about seeing how the others fought than testing her own mettle against them. Hayashi would observe Jefferson and Dante's duel to learn how they fought and acted. Learning about her fellow students would be vital to surpassing them. 'And I'll get to hang out with them.' It was an all around win for the pink haired girl.

After Dante introduced herself to the American, she decided to change things up. She wasn't satisfied with a simple boxing match between peers. No, the fiery girl wanted to make it an official challenge, for ranking and points and everything. Hayashi could already see a number of flaws in her plan. They didn't know their rankings yet, so it was entirely possible she was already above John. Whether or not there was anyone to make the match official wasn't known to them either. It was clear Dante simply wanted him to use his quirk; but, it an actual challenge wasn't exactly a real possibility, given the circumstances of their recent arrival. The students didn't even know where their dorms were yet! Eir wasn't the only one to notice the flaws in her logic. Tempest was the first to speak up, voicing their shared skepticism. She found herself nodding in agreement with him, looking between St. John and Dante to see what they'd have to say next. The foreigner spoke first...

He said something that could be taken as baiting Dante. It sounded like a joke, but at the same time, Hayashi guessed it wouldn't sit well with the girl at all. She seemed like the kind of person to have a bit of a temper, something that very briefly was touched on in her argument with Iccho. If nothing else, she had something of an ego that wouldn't take that comment well. Jefferson had a fire in his belly like Dante and Iccho, that much was clear. He did decide to allow Dante to use her quirk in their fight. He turned to ask Tempest a question. Hayashi's gaze wandered over toward Iccho Matsuo, who was already wandering ahead of the gang, intent on getting to the training center first. Eir looked back at the others before moving faster to catch up to the boy. She slowed down to his pace once she was just a step behind him. "Excuse me, Mister Matsuo?" Eir called to get his attention. "Um, if you don't mind me asking, what's your quirk?" If the others were busy discussing Dante's challenge, Hayashi might as well take the opportunity to get to know Iccho. She'd do the same for all of them, eventually, when the time was right.