The first few days of school were horrendously stressful. Not only was the amount of homework we were already assigned overwhelmingly, the sheer volume of textbooks the other students and I got was backbreaking-almost literally.

The teachers, despite their brutal curriculums, were mostly nice and definitely unique. There was the Quirkless Mr. Ezra, the kind-hearted homeroom teacher, the old, yet youthfully charismatic Mr. Malocchio, and a few others. Today, both teachers and students gathered in the arena for a very important part of our introduction into the school.

"Today, we will collectively be viewings you're physical capabilities," Mr. Ezra announced. "But you should have all been aware of that by now." The arena was full of assorted tracks and track equipment. The other students and I were all dressed in the same black and red track suits.

"First we'll divide you into four groups that'll move around the stations," Mr. Malocchio, the Economics teacher explained. He was a muscular, older man, who most likely had years of experience in exercise under his belt. "Rafael, Melaina, Amir, Mata, and Vanessa are coming with me. Davis, Takumi, Carlos, Kaleb, and Blake are going with Ms. Caliskan. Daku, Raul, Jessie, Utsuri, and Akira will be with Mr. Shinpaisuru. And Dorothy, Minty, Haruko, Antonio, and Chiara will be with Mr. Ezra."

The students all moved into their own groups accordingly to what Mr. Malocchio had said. Mr. Shinpaisuru beckoned is to follow him. At first glance, I thought the teacher was an angel. Hell, he still honestly could be. Clothed almost entirely in white, he had pale skin and snowy hair, the teacher practically glew. His silvery wings actually did reflect light, and his beaming smile didn't make him appear any less radiant at all. This wasn't my first time seeing him, since he was the P.E. teacher, and had already shown himself to being laid-back in the few days of class I had with him.

"Come with me, students," he said with his gentle voice, as pure as molten gold. The station that he led us to was some kind of long jump. "This is where we are going to start your physical."

"Why aren't we doing this test in the simulation room," a boy with bluish-black hair said. I assumed it was Raul, but if was hard to remember who was who, especially once the students stopped wearing their name tags after the first two days. Maybe it was that I was just bad at remembering names.

We still hadn't been able to use the similar rooms yet, and many students were getting anxious and excited about it, wondering exactly when we'd be able to experience whatever secrets the room held. "Don't worry, we'll use it today," Mr. Shinpaisuru said. "That is where we will test your acrobatics."

Only Raul seemed remotely excited about the new opportunity to see what secrets the room could hold. The rest of the members in my group didn't seem to care too much. Jessie, Daku, and Akira were all quiet introverts, and (especially in Jessie's case) hardly ever talked. I couldn't complain about the others' apathy, at least if I wanted to avoid being a hypocrite.

"Anybody want to go first?" the P.E. teacher asked, beckoning us to attempt the ridiculously large long jump.

Raul almost leapt forward to go first. "I'll do it!" he said excitedly. "How far do I need to get for the best score, Mr. Shinpaisuru?" he asked, standing right at the base of the long jump.

"Please, just call me Mr. Shin," he replied. "You'll have to get all the way to the end to get a perfect score, but just try to get as far as you can."

"Alright, Mr. Shin," Raul said, backing up to prepare for a sprint. "I got this," he muttered to himself before breaking out into a run. Every time his foot would hit the asphalt track, his leg would tense up with power, giving himself a speed boost. This was Quirk, called "Impulse", which allowed him to greatly strengthen a single body part at a time. A simple, yet extremely formidable Quirk.

As Raul leapt, using his energized leg to fling himself off the ground, he was smiling with a competitive attitude. The Hispanic boy soared through the air, circling his arms and legs to stay upright. He landed a little bit further than the halfway mark, doing a roll with his powered-up limbs for a safe and stylish landing.

Mr. Shin clapped jovially. "Absolutely wonderful!" he exclaimed. "That's a seven out of ten. A perfect start for the day " Maybe I was just seeing things, but the P.E. teacher's wings seemed to grow along with his smile. "Who's next?" he asked with enthusiasm as Raul walked off the long jump, dusting sand off of his sweatpants.

Without a word, Akira calmly walked up to the jumping area. Two black flames erupted from his back, forming into feathered appendages. He used these fiery wings to fly over to the end of the elongated sandpit and land their.

Fire Quirks were extremely common, but most were fairly erratic and difficult to control, just like an actual fire. The fact that Akira could control his flames well enough to create actual wings was a testament to his power. It was no wonder how he got fifth place in the entrance exam, exactly one point behind me.

Raul looked a little disheveled at Akira's apparent ease, not angry. "Well, I thought I'd do better than that," he said, only looking a bit disappointed.

"Great job Akira!" Mr. Shin called out. "Ten out of ten for you."

"I'll go next," I offered. With my Quirk, it should be easy to make the entire jump, despite my short teleportation range of five meters. I just had to keep teleporting midair.

Beginning. at the end of the asphalt, I started my sprint. Whenever I use my Quirk, I conserve my momentum while changing my location and/or direction, so a short run would give me a source of speed. Without jumping, I teleported a few feet into the air, then began teleporting rapidly, keeping my trajectory constant.

Using my Quirk was a lot like watching a buffering movie or playing a laggy video game. Except now, instead of just disorienting your vision, everything you feel, everything you hear, and even everything you smell changes instantaneously. And now imagine constantly having to look and acknowledge exactly where you have to be next.

And people wonder why I get headaches so easily.

However, Quirk Counseling quickly let me get used to that… or at least as used to constant disorientation as somebody can get.

Teleporting five meters at a time does get me to places really fast, that's for sure. But landing isn't exactly easy. The only way I have been able to land so far is to shoot myself into the air, and then-when all my kinetic energy is gone-teleport to the ground as quick as possible.

I did exactly that, landing perfectly on the end of the long jump, only feeling slightly nauseated.

"Another perfect performance," Mr. Shin sighed. "How extraordinary…"

Neither Jessie or Daku looked interested in the exercise, but Daku wordlessly decided to try next anyway.

He, just like Akira, started at the edge of the sandbar. Before I could process it, he began melting before my own eyes, into a puddle of amorphous darkness. "What the hell?" Akira exclaimed. About halfway across the long jump, a bubbling, black shape began to form, until eventually Daku had reformed in the sandpit.

"You can teleport too?" I asked incredulously. Then I remembered what I had heard about him the day after the entrance exam. He had still managed to come in twentieth place, despite having a hundred points deducted from his score due to injuring two other students, one of which was Mata. Of course his Quirk was ridiculously powerful.

"I guess it's alright," Daku responded. "It's not near as fast as yours, and I'm vulnerable while teleporting."

Mr. Shin grinned, his wings again seemingly growing larger and brighter. Raul clapped along with Mr. Shin. "That's a solid five out of ten. Good job." The P.E. teacher turned to Jessie. "It's your tur Ms. Spencer."

"I know," she said curtly. Instead of walking to the asphalt runway or the sandbar, she simply scattered what appeared to be seeds on the on the grassy floor. Glossy green strands of plant matter slowly stretched over the sand, effectively creating a bridge. Jessie walked across it carefully, reaching

"Is that even allowed?" Raul asked when Jessie had finished.

Mr. Shin nodded. "She passed the distance without touching the sandpit, yet stayed over it the entire time." He shrugged. "It's a ten out of ten from me."

"Fair enough," Raul conceded. "Don't you all worry about out-classing me," he said, grinning. "That just means I'm going to have to train even harder."

"That's a commendable mindset to have, Mr. Rivera," Mr. Shin expressed. "But I think you are already doing wonderful. A seven out of ten is definitely higher than an average score." Personally, I felt a little sorry for Daku, who had done worse than Raul, but wasn't complaining about it either. "Well then, let's head over to the destructive power test now."

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Takumi Reza found himself doing an excellent job during the physical test. Especially when in a group with Davis, Caleb, and Carlos, who were all more physically fit that he was. The only person who Takumi expected to do better than was Blake, whose Quirk had no physical benefits.

In the time between their experience in the simulation dome and their next exercise, Kaleb had suggested for everyone to get a drink and have a short rest. Ms. Caliskan had permitted it, and we had taken a short break. After going through the obstacle course in the holo-dome, Takumi was winded, and the small respite really helped. He made a mental note to make sure to thank him later, at least as long as he could muster up the courage to talk to him.

He was sitting against the outside wall of the dome with the others. Ms. Caliskan had brought us bottles of water, but didn't get one for herself. She looked a little uncomfortable in the heat, but tried her hardest to look unbothered. As the World Cultures teacher, she probably wasn't used to judging anything related to physical education.

Davis, being the talkative character he was, began a conversation with a fairly interesting topic. "When you all graduate, what do you think your hero names are gonna be?"

This was an easy question for most people. It was something a lot of people thought about, even if they had no intention of becoming a professional hero. It had to be something cool, easy to remember, and unique.

"Oh, I know what I'm going to be," Blake assured them. His bandages had vanished the second day of school, almost definitely due to his Quirk, called Dual Synchronicity Field, which he had mostly kept to himself. He had been doing absolutely terrible during the physical tests so far, because he claimed his Quirk couldn't help him. Quite a claim from some embody who placed first in the entrance exam. "I'm going to be called Voodoo Doll," he said.

"Why's that? Kaleb asked, wanting to know at least a little of what Blake's Quirk was capable of.

Blake chuckled obliviously. "It's a secret."

"Well, if you're going to be like that, you might as well not even told us your future hero name," Davis said. Takumi noticed that Davis was using absolutes, as if he already knew we were all, for certain, going to pass through all three years of school just fine. He wished that he could have Davis's levels of optimism.

"Mine's kind of dumb," Kaleb admitted, using one of his six arms to rub his back. "It would be Ateles, which is the scientific name for a spider monkey. Cause you know..." he paused for an awkwardly long amount of time, "...I'm part-spider, part-monkey."

Davis blinked. "Yeah, no offense, but that is pretty dumb," he said bluntly. "But hey, the most popular hero in this country is named Mr. Celebrity, so there's not much holding you back from keeping that name."

"Uhh… Thanks?"

"What's your name gonna be anyway?" Blake asked, in an almost challenging tone.

Davis threw his arm out in front of him dramatically, water bottle unceremoniously crackling in his hand. "Crit Shot," he stated.

"You're serious?" Kaleb said incredulously, still trying to remain tactful, at least more tactful than David had been to him.

"Yeah," Davis affirmed, unfazed by Kalebs obvious distaste at the name. "Every kid knows what a 'crit' is. Name one person who's not a biologist who knows what 'Ateles' means."

"Good point," Kaleb sighed. "Hopefully other people will like it anyway. I wouldn't want to fail as a hero because of something as simple as a name."

Takumi finally decided to add to the conversation. "I think it's really clever," he said, trying to offer Kaleb some assurance. "Plus, it only takes a quick internet search to figure out what Ateles means."

"Thanks," Kaleb said. "Since we're still on the topic of hero names, can I ask what yours would be, Takumi?"

Without missing a beat, Takumi replied, "I'd be called 'Straps!' with an exclamation point after it."

The four other students, including Carlos, who had been barely listening to the conversation, looked at Takumi strangely, and he began to blush furiously, greatly embarrassed. I shouldn't have said anything, he thought, it's not worth trying to make friends. Takumi was used to people being uncomfortable around him, due to certain factors of his mutated appearance, such as his sharp claw-like fingernails, hairy arms, and square pupils. Plus, Takumi was so disheveled and unkempt, he thought that people would think he was weird even without his bizarre appearance.

"I think it's cool," Kaleb said, trying to comfort Takumi. "It's plain, simple, and fun. Honestly, it's perfect."

"Yeah, I could see that being a pro hero's name," David agreed. "It'd be on billboards and merchandise all over the world." He pontificated by drowning "Straps!" in cursive in the sand, exclamation mark included.

Takumi looked away, hiding his red face. "You really think so?" he mumbled.

"Hell, most heroes have really, really bad names," Davis said. Takumi thought about that. Back in Japan, one of the most popular heroes was named Best Jeanist, so he felt obligated to agree with what Davis had said.

Blake had been looking at Carlos, who hadn't said a single word the entire conversation. "What about you?" he asked. "What's your hero name gonna be?"

Carlos took a long drink before responding, leaving us to wonder if he'd even answer the question or not. He set the now empty bottle on the concrete and sighed. "I think Amethyst Avenger sounds like a good name for me," he finally said, "What do you guys think?"

Looking at him, the name definitely fit color-wise. His long hair was a dusky purple, and his eyes a shade of lilac. Around his neck, Carlos wore a necklace with an amethyst in the shape of an oval. While he wasn't wearing them during physical training, he usually also had an amethyst earring with it on his left ear, barely visible underneath his hair. Most times Takumi head seen him, he was wearing a purple hoodie, or something similar.

"Makes sense," Davis stated simply.

Carlos nodded. "I want people to feel safe when I'm nearby. My Quirk doesn't help much with that." From what Takumi had seen of Carlos, his Quirk spewed a purple haze around himself, which made him more powerful. Takumi wasn't exactly sure how it worked, but it sure was devastating.

"Does the 'Amethyst' part have anything to do with that sweet jewelry you got there." He pointed at Carlos's amethyst necklace.

"Oh this?" He said, looking down and cupping the small gem in his hands. "This was a gift from my family. I want to make sure I remember them while I'm away, and what better way to do that than with my hero name?"

"That's really nice of you," Akira said.

The five boys continued talking about similar topics. What their Quirks could do, who their favorite heroes were, and even which teachers they liked or disliked.

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"So, is there anybody you like yet?" Minty asked Chiara, her flirtatious personality blindingly apparent to our entire group.

Haruko rolled her eyes. They had just finished the strength test with having Haruko herself pulverizing the stone target with a beam of solar energy. Her Quirk, Energy Fusion worked by storing the energy around her in her large wings, before releasing it when she pleased.

They were supposed to go to the five meter dash, but Mr. Ezra had displaced his stopwatch, and had to run to his classroom to retrieve it. Since his classroom was on the fourth floor of the school building, the predicament gave Haru and the others plenty of time to talk about trivial stuff. Sadly, this left Haruko with a pervert, a Nihilist, a country bumpkin, and a sickeningly sweet bug girl.

"I don't like anyone," Chiara complained. "I don't know why you care so much about my personal life anyway."

Minty giggled, acting as if Chiara had just told a joke, and was not asking her to stop. "I bet a country girl like you would like Amir. Something familiar for you, I'm sure." Amir was the boy in our class with the head of an elephant, so what Minty had said raised some unfortunate implications that Haruko decided were best to ignore.

Chiara, put on the spot by Minty's goading, did not ignore her words. "Ewwww… No!" she shouted, visibly disgusted. "...Why do you have to be like this?"

Minty sighed. "Maybe there's a different type of person you're interested in," she said sultrily, her flirting about as subtle as her

"Okay, I'm out of this conversation," Chiara said, jamming her fingers in her ears.

Dorothy nodded. "That's probably for the best. I don't think we should encourage her at all."

"Oh come on," Minty started, "I was only joking."

Haru shuffled over to Antonio, who stared off into the distance with an almost hollow look in his eyes, like he would rather be anywhere else than stuck with a bunch of annoying classmates. "These girls are something else, am I right?" Antonio looked at her with the same expression as he had before. Haruko realized that this boy might already think of her as shallow as she thought Minty was. "What I would do for some peace and quiet," Haru continued, trying to be relatable.

"Could you possibly use that Quirk of yours to absorb any sound energy?" Antonio asked. "Maybe it'd be quiet after that." Haruko chuckled, thinking it was a joke, but Antonio's gave was just as humorless as before.

"No, I can't absorb sound energy," she answered awkwardly, her laughter ending abruptly.

Antonio frowned. "That's fine… they'll stop eventually." He looked up at the main school building in the distance. "I really hope that Mr. Ezra's gets back sometime soon."

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Rafael wasn't happy in the slightest while he watched the first member of his group attempt the target practice.

He wanted to be able to show off his powerful Quirk to at least one of the eight other students who placed higher than he had, yet the only person in his group who had done better than him was smaller than his hand. He didn't feel like boasting to someone of that height would impress anybody.

He had, however, a small curiosity for the others in his group. Rafael had always respected those who were weaker, yet still managed to come out on top, and became impatient to see how his classmates diverse Quirks would all handle this next task. Amir the elephant-headed kid had opted to go first, acting braver in front of Mr. Malocchio than he normally was around his own classmates.

The target practice was simple. The large, circular target was a few meters away, and each student had a choice of three projectiles: a dart, a ball bearing, or a projectile from their own Quirk.

Amir picked the dart, held it in his long trunk, and (without the use of his Blizzard Trunk Quirk) flung the pointed object at the target. The dart struck the fifth ring. An exceptionally average shot.

"A five out of ten," Mr. Malocchio, announced, similarly to the way a sports broadcaster would. Amir looked disappointed, but accepted his score, and left the throwing area.

"At least you hit the target without your quirk," Rafael said. "That's better than what I could do normally.

Amir sat down, looking at Mr. Malocchio in a state of suspended respect. "Thanks," he said, not looking away.

Kid must love his superheroes, Rafael thought.

"Alright, Rafael, you can go now," Mr. Malocchio said. The Economics teacher had been trying to get through our exercises as quickly as possible. His methods seemed to be working, since Rafael and the others in his group were on their last challenge, and every other teacher was lagging behind.

Rafael walked up to the plate and, without even considering whether to use either of the weapons on the table to his left, used the eye in the center of his forehand to shoot a beam of light at the target, leaving a perfect hole where the center of the target used to be. "Might want to get a new target," he said, leaving the throwing area for someone else to use.

Rafael's one-liner proved to be the truth, as some previously hidden staff members quickly replaced the damaged target with a new one, and left carrying the damaged equipment to some distant dumpster.

"That was fucking awesome!" Vanessa shouted.

Mr. Malocchio sighed. "Language," he warned.

"Sorry 'bout that?" Vanessa said, not seeming sorry at all. "I'll go next if that sounds good?"

"How about you ahead, Vanessa." Mr. Malocchio said.

"Oh, sure," Vanessa said, not wanting to get anywhere on our teacher's bad said. She walked up to the table, and picked up a ball bearing. After examining it, she placed it in her mouth like it was a piece of candy. The German girl then turned to the target and spat the pellet out using her Quirk. It hit the target in the dead center.

Mr. Malocchio nodded in approval. "Another perfect score."

"I'll go next," Melaina offered, stepping up to the metaphorical plate. She picked up the dart, and positioned herself to throw it. Before she made any such movement, however, her skin dissolved into a dark, hard-to-see substance. Her entire form shimmered as a black, elusive figure. With speed abnormal for a mere human, Melaina flung the dark with her right hand, which now looked more like a claw. The dart zipped through the air between her and the target, before stringing the eighth ring, only two spaces away from the bullseye.

"An eight out of ten!" she said, excitedly. She must've been happy that her close-ranged Quirk still did well in the accuracy test.

"Mata, do you think you can even try this test?" Mr. Malocchio asked.

Mata sighed. She hadn't been able to score higher than a one out of ten on any of the tests. "No, I don't think I can," she admitted.

"That's perfectly fine," Mr Malocchio said. "We all have our strengths and weaknesses." He looked in the distance at the dormitory building. "If we hurry now," he continued, "we can get lunch earlier than the rest of our class."

Mata looked excited again. "What are we all waiting for?" she cried. "Someone carry me over there. Quick!"

Rafael smiled, but tried his damndest to hide it. This is going to be a great year, he thought as he jogged to catch up to the others.

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I finally was able to see the inside of the simulation dome. Fluorescent lights shone brightly against the white, paneled walls. Inside was a mess of metal bars and foam walkways, a playground designed by a madman. This structure took up most of the room.

"What makes this simulation room so special?" Akira asked, looking quite disappointed in the room.

As if on cue, the white panels of the dome shifted into a cityscape. Not just a picture of a city painted on the dome, but a realistic looking metropolis, completely with three dimensions and even parallax between distant buildings.

"Woah..." I said in amazement. "How does this even work?" I asked.

"Well, the walls are just a highly-advanced hologram," Mr. Shin began, "but the obstacle course hear was built using the Quirks of some of the school staff."

Daku looked confused, "This was all made using Quirks?"

"Yes, we have a person who can control metal, somebody who can control wood…" he paused, thinking of more examples. "Actually, we even have a lady who can create a foam-like substance from her fingertips," Mr. Shin explained.

"You'd be perfect here, Jessie," Raul said jokingly." Jessie, in return, simply scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"We can't just keep talking," Mr. Shin said. "Once we finish this and the strength test, we can be done for the day and finally eat some lunch.

The thought of how easy an obstacle course would be for somebody who could skip through obstacles passed my mind as I said, "I'll go first."

"Alright," Mr. Shinpaisuru began, "Sounds like a grea-"

Before Mr. Shin could finish, the cityscape backdrop faded away, with the walls becoming their original, paneled white. "What the hell?" Akira questioned.

"That… wasn't supposed to happen," Mr. Shin said, looking just as confused as us.

"No it was not," said an unknown voice near the entrance to the dome. A girl with a green thief's mask and maroon jacket stood in front of the large metal doors. She had what appeared to be an ornately designed fountain pen in her hand.

Mr. Shin looked even more befuddled than before. "Who are you?" he asked. "How did you get in."

"I have some... helpful friends," the stranger said. "But we don't have to have any more of them yet. I'm here for those two," she said, pointing at Akira and me.

"Us?" I asked, wiggling my thumb between Akira and myself. "What are you even talking about."

"You're not part of the school staff, are you… With that mask, I'd assume your a villain," Mr. Shinpaisuru concluded. "Who are you?"

The girl sighed. "I'm Akiko Bukari," she said, adjusting her mask, "but you probably have heard of me as Living Fantasy."

"A low-ranking villain..." Daku muttered, as if he had heard of this woman before. "She works by herself, unaffiliated with any group."

"I used to work alone," Akiko said, hearing Daku, "but now I've found a group who can help me create the perfect world. None other than the infamous Villainous Alliance itself."

My entire body froze with those words. I had been waiting for something to happen. I was warned and on guard, but I hadn't expected it to be like this. I expected an attack on the school, not an attack on me.

"You're not getting close to any of these kids," Mr. Shin declared, stepping in front of us. His wings seemed much, much smaller and dimmer than before. Starting with a flap from his wings, our P.E. instructor dashed at this new threat.

Akiko spun her arm around, swinging her pen in a full circle then pushed forward with her free arm. Out of thin air, a glass-like object formed in the exact outline of where the girl's pen traveled. It stayed upright, directly in Mr. Shin's path. This must be her Quirk, I thought.

Mr. Shin proceeded with his dash, putting his left leg forward, ready to smash through the glass wall with his shoe. Before he made contact, however, two slender hands came out of the mirror, grabbing onto the teacher's leg. The hands moved in a circle, twisting Mr. Shin's leg with a loud crack and causing him to cry out in pain.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Raul yelled, bounding towards our teacher's hidden assailant. The seemingly disembodied hands let go of Mr. Shin, just before an extremely tall boy, dressed entirely in grey, rolled out of the mirror. It was as if the object were a doorway, and not a solid substance.

Raul widely swung his fist at the boy as he charged, his knuckles tense with the energy of his Quirk. The boy ducked to dodge, and backed up. Before Raul attacked again, he whistled sharply with two fingers in his mouth.

Another person (assumably a third villain, judging by her mask, which was similar to the others') phased out from underneath the floor, leaving zero trace where she had appeared from. Do all three of them have teleportation Quirks? I thought frantically, Maybe it's just one or two of them.

Raul jumped backwards, with Mr. Shinpaisuru in his arms. Our teachers knee looked very damaged. It was probably dislocated, at least it looked that way to me.

The two new villains stood next to Akiko. "These two are named Hilda and Kira," she said. "They're the ones who helped me to get inside here."

Kira was dressed in grey, casual clothes, as if he were going to spend his day at home watching television, instead of breaching the security of a school for heroes. The only things that made his casual appearance stand out was his grey mask, and the manic look in his similarly grey eyes.

This greatly contrasted with Hilda, who, along with her mask, wore a simple skintight suit that began at her neck, and stopped at her thighs, similar to what a gymnast would have. Both were pure white, along with her eyes.

Something about their respective color schemes rang a bell. "You two guys are those janitors we saw on our first day?" I asked. "The people Mr. Ezra was suspicious of."

"Well, there goes our disguises," Kira said.

"Guess we got to do this the old-fashioned way," Hilda offered, cracking her neck.

The two both disappeared. Hilda sank into the floor, while Kira seemingly blinked out of existence. I took a fighting stance, along with my other classmates, forced into a premature experience of fighting villains.

Sorry for such as short chapter in such a long amount of time. My mom's been havin gsome medical problems, and I've been busy at my new job. This chapter was also a hard one for me to write. I couldn't decide whether to have a physical test, or have more character interaction, so I ended up doing both.

Anyway, here are the people who won the last character poll. To vote on the nwxt one, go to my profile and click the link to the poll.

Amir Tembo

Quirk: Blizzard Trunk

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 186 lbs

Appearance: Amir Tembo's most notable feature is his elephant head, complete with a trunk and two tusks. His feet are similar to the kind you'd find on any other pachyderm. The rest of his body, including his arms and torso, are like a human's. He is built as heavily as an American football player. His human skin is the color of dark chocolate, and his eyes are a pale blue. His green hair is close-cropped to his skull. He usually wears comfortable clothes designed to fit his body with his Quirk in mind.

Description: A gentle giant. Ever since being saved by one as a child, Amir is obsessed with heroes, and respects them more than anyone else in the world. Despite his shyness, he will ramble on about heroes if he can get into a conversation about them. This love for heroes is Amir's primary reason for enrolling in NYI. His main philosophy is that the strong are on this earth to protect the weak, not trample over them.

Ben Ezra

Quirk: N/A

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 121 lbs

Appearance: Ben has lightly tanned skin with two freckles under his cobalt blue eyes. He has a fit runner physique from years of training as a hero. His dark orange hair is commonly styled in a fade. If he is allowed to, will almost always wear soccer jerseys.

Description: Despite having no Quirk, Ben Ezra ended up becoming the number five hero in Argentina using only his grit and homemade suit. His courage, wit, and impulsive heroics quickly made him popular among Quirkless people, people with poor Quirks, and just about everybody. He tries his hardest to have a good sense of humor, which he claims is a vital component for anything and everything. He loves nothing more than his wife, Marisol, and fears nothing more than losing her.

Akira Hirayama

Quirk: Hellfire

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 116 lbs

Appearance: Akira has surprisingly pale skin, considering his Quirk. His eyes are crimson and are slits, just like a snake's. His hair is short, spiky, and pitch black. He is fairly lightweight. Usually wears black and white clothes with flame patterns.

Description: Akira isn't the most sociable of people. Due to his sheltered upbringing, he doesn't understand people very well. His blunt and honest nature doesn't help much either. Despite this, he craves social interaction. He is very intelligent and quick thinking, and would be perfect in dangerous situations.

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