Hattori Himōri
• Present Day, Quirk Demonstrations •
Students stepped forward, and Quirks were displayed. Some Quirks were eye-catching, others were subtle. There were those who were confident, those who were timid, and all displayable emotions in-between.
No matter what, however, Himōri watched each and every demonstration with a wide, awe-filled gaze.
She understood the concept behind Quirks, that there were as many as there were stars under the sky, and that each person that had one was likely to have a Quirk different from others. She had come here understanding that, admiring it even, but she hadn't understood how varied the Quirks could be.
Within the span of a few minutes of each other, she's seen pyrotechnics, energy blasts, hydrokinesis, body-related manipulations, and mutant physiques. All different in their own ways, even though a few overlapped in some aspects. And with each one, the brunette couldn't help but feel a bit inferior in a sense, her hands balled into fists as they clutched the sleeves of her sweater. Everyone at the demonstration was there to become more than a freak, to make something of the curses and gifts they've been given, to become heroes.
How was she going to be able to compete with them?
It wasn't a competition, at least not in a conventional sense, but Himōri couldn't help but compare herself to them. If one were to go by looks alone, she was clearly the least qualified to become a hero. Even those who're mostly human on the surface held themselves in ways that she found herself lacking. Many of the quirks that had come before were powerful, and those of a less flashy variety were useful in their own rights.
Yet despite her inner woes, the bundled up girl moved to present her quirk next after the young shrimp girl who seemed to have a flair for theatrics. She slapped her cheeks with a loud "smack" in a vain attempt to settle herself, and as she turned around to look out towards her potential classmates, it was obvious to any keen-eyed observer that she was trying her very best to keep herself calm.
"H-Hello." Himōri quickly cleared her throat when she caught herself stuttering, placing her hands to her chest to still her heart before continuing her introduction.
"I'm Hattori Himōri, and my Quirk is named 'Silk Weave', a transformative Quirk that makes my body turn into silk that I can control at will." Her head turned to look at the woman everyone seemed to be asking to help them with their Quirk demonstrations, though she seemed to struggle for a bit with indecision before she called out to the Quirk Development Specialist.
"Mori-sensei, could I ask you to stand next to me? I... can't really show what my Quirk can do very well without something or someone to manipulate" ”Oh? I’d love to help you demonstrate, Himōri-kun!” Mori-sensei swiftly and eagerly returned to the platform to stand next to her as instructed. With her arms on her hips she faced her body toward the audience, eyes locked onto Himōri to witness the Quirk demo, participant or not.
With the strangely excitable teacher by her side, Himōri closed her eyes and began to breathe in and out in a even manner, calming herself as each breath became longer and longer. After a few breaths, the skin on her cheeks seemed to peel away, tiny tendrils of what was once human flesh morphing into beige silk as the rest of her body followed suit. Within moments, there was only thousands of silk strands in a shape that was once Himōri before it surged out of her clothing like a deluge, leaving her heavy coverings behind.
The silk strands moved together in unison as it wove itself into a shape before the class' very eyes, no longer individual lengths of silk, morphed into a singular, long strip of cloth save for a small, circular bundle near one end. Anyone well-versed with textiles would notice how finely knit the silk was woven, so close together it was almost like it was never apart in the first place. The cloth that Himōri had transformed into quickly moved to wrap around Mori-sensei and lock her tightly, slithering up and around the woman's body in a similar manner as a boa constrictor until only her shoulders and head were visible, the spiral shape created by the binding seamlessly weaving together into a single, air-tight piece.
Mori-sensei’s smile grew ever wider as Himōri’s transformation occurred. The brunette’s Quirk was a very interesting one, and she was particularly interested in seeing it in action. Being up close and personal was an added treat for her, so much so that she remained calm and respectful during the demonstration, even as she was enveloped and wound tightly by the silk mass that was once her new student. As soon as the capture was complete, she made an effort to struggle and writhe within the silk’s embrace, finding it impossible to work out of with strength alone.
”My my, you’re so strong in this form! You’re like a super blanket!” The cloth seemed to wave a bit in response to Mori-sensei’s remark before it unraveled to allow the teacher to move around a bit, only to configure herself into a different shape, binding the woman's wrists and ankles and pulling them back. A few pieces of cloth extended from the main bit to ease her fall to the ground on her chest, but by the time she touched the arena's floor the teacher was lightly hogtied, the bindings tightened and loosened experimentally with Mori-sensei's reactions as to not hurt the woman in the uncomfortable position. The rest of the cloth had extended to wrap around one of the pillars standing in the arena to demonstrate just how much cloth she had at her disposal. Throughout the demonstration, Mori-sensei didn’t look at all displeased with being handled like so, despite being tied up and face down on the arena.
Suddenly, as if the cloth that was once a student realized about what placing a teacher in such a situation would look like, the cloth unbound Mori-sensei and surged back into the clothing left behind, filling in all the space between as Himōri reconstructed herself. First her feet, her legs, then her hips, torso, neck, and finally her head, flushed with embarrassment.
"I-I'm sorry, Mori-sensei," Himōri quickly apologized to the fallen teacher as she hastily moved to the woman's side, helping her up while simultaneously bowing repeatedly as if it could wipe away what she'd just done.
"I wasn't thinking. I only meant to show how strong I could bind my silk together. Please forgive me!" Mori-sensei grabbed hold of one of Himōri’s hands with both of her own and stood up with the offered assistance, but didn’t allow the student to withdraw her hand. Instead, the teacher shook her hand up and down as if to congratulate the brunette and assure her that she wasn’t upset.
”No no no, it’s okay! Your Quirk is super cool! I had a lot of fun! Besides, do you know what my Quirk is? I’ve put people into similar sticky situations, so it was fun to see what it’s like on the other end of a capture Quirk! I can’t wait to work with you!” Immediately, Himōri’s cheeks flushed red, though if it was from embarrassment caused by the praise or pride in the fact that a teacher recognized her Quirk, one couldn’t say for sure. Not even herself.
"Th-Thank you, Mori-sensei. I look forward to working with you too!” The young woman bowed at the waist toward her future teacher before she moved to step down from the arena, her hands clutched firmly in the middle of her chest as she breathed heavily to keep her excitement from exploding for everyone to see. For a teacher to actually acknowledge her as someone they’d want to teach was more than she hoped for.
Despite the fears and unease that clouded her future, Himōri couldn’t wait to start her year at UA. If things kept going as well as they have, maybe things would be better in this school than the last.
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