Kishi bit his lip as he looked down at the paper on us his desk. He imagined that he wouldn't do horrible, after all, the boy was obsessed with super hero comics. He, at least, knew everything he needed about that type of stuff. His pencil glided across the paper, slowly addressing each question with pensive consideration before marking an answer and moving on. Around him, it seemed that people were finishing the tests. Wrapping things up, the male gently placed his pencil down before smiling. He tried his best, no matter what the score would be, he was happy. The boy handed his paper in before returning to his desk with a content sigh and slouching in his seat. Only a few students remained testing now, they'd be out in no time. It was hectic, sure, but Kishi noticed that time seemed to fly at his school. Staring at the clock, for perhaps too long, Kishi jumped slightly when his paper landed back on his desk. "Oh..." the boy muttered as he made out the large 78% on his test. Not horrible, certainly not good either. Maybe comic books don't portray heroes as accurately as Kishi was led to believe. When Kat, who sat beside Kishi, suddenly got hit in the head, the boy leaned forward to check for the offender of the attack. It was Garrett, or more likely one of his personalities. Kishi sighed as he returned his attention to the front, it had been a while since he had been this bored.
Zuron huffed as a test was placed in front of him. The boy barely read the title before knowing he'd be fine. Hero students on a hero course at a hero school, anyone who failed a test like this doesn't belong on campus. Zuron knew that he could finish the test in seconds, his quirk gave him the ability of fast-thinking, reading, and marking- all he needed for the test. Yet, he didn't want to give away his quirk. Not yet. Zuron decided that he wouldn't give himself away to potential competitors, as of now he had the advantage. The young male, instead, made his way through the packet pretty slowly- though he finished about the same time as most people. Zuron was silent as he dropped his packet off, soon receiving it back and not checking the score. After a moment of staring out the window, eyebrows furrowed into a thoughtful expression, Zuron flipped his paper over to look at his score. 92% he expected higher, honestly. He had already taken a similar test at his last school; and it's not exactly expected for the students to score super high, it was rather frustrating to think that some lame dump of a school could outsmart the boy. Zuron huffed, he was better than this- he didn't deserve to be treated like all of them. Or, at least, that's what he thought.
Mr. Hami made a variety of facial expression as he went through each test; although no expression was much more than his usual, depressed face. As the man finnished handing out tests, he went back to his desk to write something down. He was rather productive considering how disinterested he seemed in the class. Within the time it took for the teacher to grade each tests, the classroom wasn't exactly silent. Though the man just sort of pretended he didn't hear anything, one could tell how irritated he already was. Without so much as a facial cue, Mr. Hami promptly stood from his desk and shrugged. "That's all of 'em." the man announced before stretching his arms out and rolling his shoulders, "You're free to go." the teacher excused the class with a gesture towards the door. "Also, tomorrow you'll be with a new teacher. Meet here, don't embarrass me. Ms. Agsaki will be working with you individually to strengthen your quirks, so come ready to push yourselves." Mr. Hami mentioned, the enthusiasm drained form his voice and his eyes focused elsewhere. Kishi grinned at the topic; finally, some real training! Zuron rolled his eyes, though, he had to admit, it was better than sitting in a classroom.
