(Click above link to be taken to the OOC/Introduction thread. Now with that out of the way, and all other business aside, we begin!)
WHAM! A door swung open with what could've only been either excessive enthusiasm or complete urgency, nearly enough to send the first batch of students early in that classroom into an absolute fright. The handle completely smashed into the poor wall behind it, but unlike the result one would get with most walking the hallways of Tokyo's notorious Nottori High School, there wasn't nearly enough strength behind it to crumble the thing just yet. Thankfully. But that doesn't mean there wasn't a cloud of dust kicked up, giving a more-than-adequate ambiance to the entrance of one that was a little..unique. An excited "Whew!" could be heard as the only forewarning for what was about to come..
A boy stumbled in.
Well, to call him a boy would probably be something of an understatement, and to him personally, an insult of the worst possible kind. Hah! A mere boy, you say?! Pffft! Why even the thought of such a trifling proposition would bring down his almighty hammer to deliver justice to any and all within striking distance! Well, his figurative hammer at least. But how dare such digressions even be allowed in introducing one of his kind! What would his kind be, you ask? Well, that was no boy, not at all! This was no mere seventeen year old! This fellow, this paragon of honor and valor, this defender of the weak, ladies and gentleman, WAS A HERO!
The moment his legs passed through into that entrance, the lad tumbled forwards into a full roll that carried the lithe frame spilling into the classroom bright and early, the kind of flashy entrance he was used to. And with a sudden propulsion of both legs at the conclusion of one of those somersaults, he pressed himself up and skywards, legs reaching out until those feet found a nice desk to plant firmly on - oh yeah, with bonus style points! He landed in a graceful twirl that would've made the most agile girls on the Nottori dance team green with envy...maybe. But no matter! A hand rocketed up at an angle and pointed out towards that blinding orb peeking up over the horizon to greet them with the first kiss of morning. Perched up, that untucked ivory dress shirt took the attention, those sleeves rolled up to the forearms. And of course, that bright red scarf was right there in that pocket as it always had been, the eyesore that completed the ensemble. He let loose a call to those already present, the usual business.
"My fellow classmates! My brothers! My sisters! Let us join hands and sing to the sk--aaaah!"
Before he could finish rousing the whole lot - which in reality was merely one or two of the early arrivals actually paying attention to his obnoxiousness - that desk was pulled right out from under him. Damn. Laid out flat on his back before first period even started? Naturally that was the norm for the kind of freak that literally walked around telling people to call him "Book." But he had earned the right, to be honest. One could say the 17 year-old's intellect was probably the closest thing in that entire high school to an up-to-date Encyclopedia. It was no mere circumstance that placed him in that prestigious number one spot among the entire school.
A hand reached back to rub against the tender wound on his head, his eyes closing while he grimaced some, attempting his best to shake off the rough start. This wasn't how heroes started their days - hell, not even villains got desks pulled out from under them. Sidekicks and lackeys, maybe, but not the soon-to-be greatest savior of the world that the universe has ever had the pleasure of containing. And sure enough, that kind of thinking would already get he boy's head descending into his standard daydreams. The crowd was all there, the chants clear in his head as if they were calling out directly to his ears, "Book! Book! Book! Book!" The vision only became better - soon beautiful girls were bouncing here and there with signs and merchandise, asking him for autographs and begging for the right to be his girlfriend.
But a firm fist to his face would be the end of that reverie. The shrill scream of a girl's voice blasting directly into his face immediately afterwards was the extra added insult to the injury.
"BOOK! WAKE THE HELL UP!"
