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located in U.A. High, Japan, a part of you can be a hero !, one of the many universes on RPG.

U.A. High, Japan



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Izaya Fiore
TIME | Approx. 7:00 AM

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It was impossible for Izaya to sleep through an alarm, especially when his form of an alarm was the sound of people's groggy morning thoughts filling his brain against his will. He could never decide which bothered him more, the overly enthusiastic morning people or the grumpy ones who complained about everything until they had at least one cup of coffee in them. Rolling over in his bed, the boy did his best to tune out the unwanted thoughts as he stared over at his wall covered in posters of well-known heroes. He smiled softly to himself, hardly able to believe that he was about to attend the same high school that so many of them had attended at his age.

His body was full of adrenaline at the thought of his first day of superhero school but he couldn't seem to keep his own negative thoughts from appearing. What if everyone was right and I don't belong at U.A.? What if I'm laughed out of the building as soon as I have to announce what my quirk is? He shook his head, pushing himself up on his elbows before rolling out of bed and rushing to grab his perfectly ironed school uniform from where it was hung up in his closet the night before. He rushed to get ready, having spent too much time in bed listening to Mr. Ozazora thought's about divorcing his wife because of how loudly she snored. He was almost completely dressed when he slipped over his pant leg, collapsing onto his bedroom floor with a loud crash. His cheeks burned a rosy red as he thanked the Gods that he was alone in his room where no one could see him being a complete klutz.

Practically running into his mother in the kitchen he grabbed an apple out of his mom's hand knowing she had been planning to hand it to him with her usual 'You have to take time to eat, Izah' before waving frantically back at her as he made his exit and took one step closer to U.A. High.


Running a bit late after almost missing his bus meant that by the time he arrived U.A. High was full of the anxious thoughts of the hundreds of students on their first day of school. Of course this didn't help calm the red head's nerves either, causing him to become slightly shaky and on edge as he made his way through the wide hallways full of students rushing in one direction or another. He couldn't help but focus in on specific students as he passed them, taking in both their appearances and thoughts as he tried to figure out what their quirk was. Sometimes he was successful, other times the person was still a mystery to him as he continued on his hunt for room 1-A. By the time he had made it through one hallway he didn't even need to consider asking for directions, already overhearing exactly where he needed to go.

Taking the stairs two at a time the anxious boy tried to focus his thoughts on his actions. One step. Two Steps. Three steps. Take a right at the top of the stairs, then a quick left. The door should be five down on the left. So focused on the directions he kept repeating over in his head, he almost didn't notice the door being swung open by someone inside, having to stumble backwards to keep himself from crashing into them.

"W-woah, I-I'm so sorry. I swear I'm not usually this clumsy," he blurted out all at once, despite it being a complete lie. His cheeks flushed a deep red as he avoided making eye contact with who appeared to be a girl just a tad bit shorter than him. Noticing that none of her thoughts seemed to involve wanting to use whatever quirk she had to murder him, he let out a sigh of relief. He rubbed absentmindedly at his bruised forearm from his fall earlier that morning, feeling guilty for lying even though it was over something so simple. Maybe it was because he always knew when people weren't telling the truth, but he could get away with lying if he truly wanted to. "You caught me off guard, I didn't expect there to be a girl opening the door when we're all supposed to be in the classroom but maybe it's my fault for running so late. I'm really really sorry, I could have hurt you," he rambled on, noticing that something he had said seemed to have annoyed...or maybe upset the girl he was speaking to. Maybe she is angry at me after all.

"You- You don't look like you want to hurt me for that but did I say something wrong?" he asked, unaware at the time that it was the pronouns he had wrong. Something so simple, yet important. He already was making a terrible first impression on his classmates and he hadn't even entered the room yet. His heart began to race, his hands shaky as he ran them absentmindedly through his hair.