Kishi walked into the room, quietly smiling to himself as he took the same seat, beside Kat, as he did the day before. Somehow, it seemed the class had grew a bit. He was certain there were some new faces in the crowd. Furrowing his eyebrows, Kishi looked about the room; something was definitely different. With a shrug, the boy peered over Kat's shoulder- she was drawing. He didn't expect much else from the girl. Dancing and drawing, Kishi was sort of glad that Kat had those things to herself. Hobbies are kind of like a personality, so in a way Kishi knows Kat better because he knows what she likes. Folding his hands and placing them on his desk, the boy played with a fingers for a minute. It was boring now, the few seconds before class began seemed to go slow. Everyone seemed a lot more comfortable compared to the first day of school. It was nice. Leaning forward in his desk, Kishi picked out a few people from the crowd. Kumori and Keita, they seemed to get along quite well- Kishi decided he would enjoy watching their friendship grow. Asta sort of blended in with the crowd- the kid was capable of a lot more than it seems form appearance. And Ciel was plopped right in the center of everything- he was a key model to behold, a perfect poster child, yet in ways he tries so hard that it's obvious he is struggling. As Kishi analyzed the students he had earlier witnessed, he moved his gaze along to those who he was sure were not there the day before. One of which was an average looking boy, a bit short to be honest- he seemed sort of out of it, or maybe just tired. Another new student was a dark skinned boy with the scowl of a pouting toddler, yet a frightening spark took place in his gaze. A smile played on Kishi's lips as he tilted his head back and forth before releasing a long sigh. "It's picture perfect." he said aloud, one would assume the words were to Kat, though he wasn't looking at her. Everyone was there. The stories he heard as a child, they all followed a similar pattern. And though he wasn't at UA High, it seemed his classroom had all the necessary pieces to tell a heroes story.
Zuron, with gritted teeth and clenched fists, made his way into the populated room. His purple gaze flickered between each student he passed, giving each a dismissive glance before shaking his head and sighing. When he found and empty seat, the boy pulled the chair out and sat down. He sank into the seat, resting his chin on his folded arms, on the desk. They were loud. These pests, didn't they have other stuff to do than be annoying? Zuron scoffed as he turned his direction towards the ticking clock. His other school would have started already, everyone would have been seated and already taking notes. Everyone here was so slow. Would he fall behind from attending this school? Zuron growled, these are the types of reasons why he didn't belong in a pit like this. In no time at all, the room broke into chaos. Desks flying, breaking, pencil shavings. Noises erupted, laughter and crashes- perhaps a cry in the mix. What the hell was wrong with this school. The boy itched to get up and shout at everyone. Tell them exactly why they were at a school like this. Were they not embarrassed at all? Did they have to go and make a fool out of themselves, even after failing to get into an actual school. Zuron hated just having to sit with them. Zuron waved his hand back and forth, enhancing the speed of his hand so it created a small wind current- creating a small force that kept any of the pencil shavings from getting near him.
Kishi gasped at the calamity. And, as a musing as it was, he couldn't help but wonder if all this mess has some sort of symbolism.The boy didn't have time to respond, as Mr. Hami made his way through the door. The teacher, who looked like he hadn't slept at all the night before, took a step inside- looked around, and then promptly left the room again. " I don't get paid enough for this." the man stated bluntly upon reentering the room. His hallow gaze looked past the mess as Mr. Hami began to explain, "Well. You ll showed up on time today-". Zuron couldn't believe it, did all the teachers teach like this? The young boy rolled his eyes and groaned, wishing that a swift death would soon be upon himself. The teacher let out a long, exasperated sigh before shrugging. "Since these have proven to be a distraction-" Mr. Hami huffed before the desks began melting into the floor, disintegrating into mud before disappearing completely. Kishi jumped up, afraid that he, too, would turn to mud- and watched in awe as all the desks melted away. Zuron, much less impressed, muttered a curse as he stood to the side of the desk; he had no reaction at all, how was this even allowed? "Now we can take roll." The teacher said plainly, as if nothing had happened earlier, he then began to call everyone's names.
