Doc knew that look all too well. The look he was given when walking back to his seat after his performance. A monster, that's what they saw. It's only natural that the man who challenges God is seen as a demon. Though it didn't bode well for him. On his first day he wasn't considered human. Not the best first impression. The good-half of Medice would rather have the students opinions on him not be derogatory.
Doc didn't have time to finish the thought, as after one more quirk demonstration the teacher finally awoke. Medice in particular had high expectations for this man. It's not odd to see Doc know more than the professor in his chosen field, but quirk study was a gray area to him. Plus it was the infamous Mr. Unbreakable, but his neglect of his duty to discipline problem children like Medice was quite apparent Non-the-less, High expectations were followed by high hopes.
The Doctor followed his classmates to the dorms. It was 10 steps up from his usual trash-heap he called home. Of course, Doc wasn't listening when he explained the room arrangements. He only heard the words, "2 people a room." and completely shut off the rest. Extraction of the important aspects of a speech were always Medice's way of doing things, though it doesn't help him pay attention to detail.
Of course, Doc forgot his luggage at home. He did miss his little hole of a home, but it seemed that dorms were mandatory. As Mr. Unbreakable finished his spiel, Doc walked next to the door. As he caught a glimpse of one of the mutation students, his heart skipped a beat. His fingers twitched and he hid behind the building. He could feel a smile forming, his fingers twitching. Slowly, he spun the screw on his head, before a familiar chunk was heard. His pulse dropped to normal, but he was behind the other students thanks to him having to take care of his little "problem".
As Medice walked through the first level, he was about to pass the man he threw in the wall. The boy tried his best to avoid eye contact, but when Doc stopped directly next to him. The man was paralyzed by fear. "Are you scared of me?" Doc asked. The man gulped, but didn't say anything. The Doctor took a breath. "Or rather should I say, Do you believe in me? The man tilted his head, he was clearly more confused than terrified."If you ask me, saying that you believe in someone, as in trusting them doesn't make much sense. The only context belief has is believing in someone's existence. Now I ask again, Do you believe me? As in acknowledge my existence. The things people are scared of are written off as folktale, but you saw me throw you through the wall. So am I a myth?"
The man was almost irritated, but kept his temper. "Where are you going with this?" He commented. The Doc turned to face him. "If I didn't confront you, you wouldn't believe me. You would've avoided me, but I'm very real. So how about it? Instead of simply acting like I don't exist how about you throw me into a wall the next time we meet?" And with that the Doc walked off.
Doc entered room after room, but they were all full. After finally entering a room with a hooded figure, he settled down. He laid down on the bed. After a few minutes of silence, the Doctor finally asked. "Mind if I stay here?