Class

-Izume’s perspective-

I finish singing my new song and the school cheers as I walk off stage. ‘That felt amazing, just being on stage again put me at ease.’ I take everything in one last time before I can't be on stage for awhile. I exhale and wave to the AV students as I exit through a door behind the curtains. I look ahead and see principal Haku “Thank you for that opportunity, principal Haku.” I bow my head slightly as a sign of respect and gratitude towards him. “The pleasure is mine Izume, and since your class was dismissed early you can go home.” Not willing to chance it I answer immediately “thank you.” I bow my head once again and walk out of the school to go home.

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I wake up half an hour early because uncle Yagi is yelling about how today is my first actual day, I begrudgingly roll out of bed and start to get ready. I was in such a good mood yesterday I couldn't fall asleep so that extra half hour would have been greatly welcomed. “I'M UP!” I yell back to him so he would stop the headache inducing noises coming out of his face. I get off the floor from literally rolling off my bed and take a shower singing to myself through my daily routine. “I know you missed performing Pup so I'm happy you got to sing yesterday, however you came back to Japan to focus on your hero studies so I expect you to do just that from here on out. ” I don’t particularly want to agree, but I do. “Yes uncle Yagi, I'll see you at school I'm leaving now.” I start my walk to school with my earbuds in, the music calming my nerves and keeping my emotions stable so my ears and tail don't show, I don't have a problem with having them out per say but having everyone around you know exactly what state your mood is can be annoying.

If someone takes it the wrong way it gets bothersome very fast, like if I try to focus my ears droop slightly and that can be interpreted as me being in a bad mood or sad; Then I get people breaking my concentration just because they misread my ears.

Several songs go by and I reach the school, I see Sobakasu’s brown hair and call out to him. He looks around for a second before spotting me and replying. “Hey Pup how’d the meeting go yesterday?” My eyes roll slightly as I think about it. “Boring, it was all ‘if this happens you will be liable for this and you need to sign this contract and bla bla bla.’ so I would say it went well.” Me and Sobakasu walk to class together talking about nonsense and when we get into class I say goodbye and go to the seat I chose yesterday. Me and the half head behind me have met a few times because I would train with his father Banshee sometimes as a kid, my uncle thought having the number two hero train me would be helpful, who would guess that this emo boy would be the son of that hero. I've never really held a conversation with him before so even if I were to talk to him I'm not sure if I should call him Tobio or Nanashima, therefore to avoid embarrassment I just won't say anything.

“Ok, that's enough please take your seats.” We were told another teacher would be teaching us today for hero training I wonder who. “I AM COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A HERO!” I facepalm, why does my uncle always have to make a flashy entrance. “Why do you always need to make a scene!?” Everyone stops and just gives me a look making me look down as my cheeks tint with embarrassment, thankfully Heavyweight continues. “um...everyone grab your hero costumes and meet me at training ground X.” I’m still feeling a bit embarrassed so I silently make my way to the changing room trying to avoid people's eyes. When I get there I don't start to change until everyone is done. My costume is black on the outside with cyan detailing, it has a v-shaped neckline with a hood on the back, the skirt is mid thigh in the front and goes to my ankles at the back with a split down the middle like a butlers coat tail, I have sneaker boots on that go to just above my knees that are black with cyan laces.

Once I’m done getting ready I come out of the changeroom. I see that Uncle yagi is already explaining the exercise yet even though everyone should be paying attention to him I feel a pair of eyes on me. “We have an odd number of students so…Izume! Since you're the last one out of the changeroom you'll train in the gym with the number two pro hero banshee.” Nanashima seems to tense up and silently seethe with anger, his half black half green hair rising slightly. I've heard stories about Banshee and how hard he was on his kids, but none of it was proven. In all honesty hearing the horror stories crimson rust would tell me about Banshee’s training made his sound like a dream, but the fact is the level of difficulty was always about the same as Rust’s lessons. I wonder if Nanashima would be willing to talk with me later, maybe we can be friends.

I get to the gym and from what I've learned about Banshee he will appreciate me being focused and on task more than my ‘nice to see you’ routine so I skip the fake smile and enter the gym ready to train. I see Banshee, bow, walk up, and get in a fighting position. He smirks and we start sparring right off the bat. I throw a punch, he blocks it and counters with one of his own. Back and forth we fight without powers, he seems to be getting impatient, maybe because he isn’t used to not using his power, Banshee is known for his borderline cruelty when going against villains. His power is amazing, when he activates it, it shows the target multiple ways they could die in the next few minutes and Banshee knows exactly how to bring someone to the edge of their breaking point.

When he was an up and comer he drove more than a few people insane while trying to just immobilize them, but he’s way past that now and it shows. We continue to fight without our powers and an hour of training flys by. I lost one round and Banshee lost four, I can tell he’s itching to use his power but I trust he won’t. “I've been wondering for a while now but would you be willing to marry Tobio? I think like you two would make a good match.” His question completely throws me for a loop, if he was trying to get into my head it worked. “what?” he gives me a sickly sweet closed mouth smile. “Just think about it that's all I'm asking.” After that short conversation we stop talking and start sparring again. The bell rings after a few more rounds of me losing, I was distracted by His question from earlier and my moves were getting sloppy as a result. I bow again before leaving to head to the changeroom and then go home, uncle Yagi has a teachers meeting so I'm going home on the bus today.