Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

Luckily none of the applicants had to wait very long on receiving either acceptance letters or rejections. In fact, it was the very next day that the mail came. It was with bated breath that Umiko whisked it away to her room, tempted to rip it open right then and there and yet, scared to as well. What if she didnt destroy enough of the robots? What if she isnt good enough, in comparison to the other applicants? Umiko collapsed back against her closed door, bright blue eyes intent on the letter as she slid down until she was sitting down. I dont know if I can do it, Umiko told the empty silence with an awkward laugh. I dont know if I can open this. I I couldve taken more of those robots down. I couldve Umiko searched for something to say, but ended up with nothing. N-No, I I have to do it. I wont find out otherwise. Her heart in her throat, Umiko ripped it open and YES!! Umiko jumped up and down in glee, her watery hair floating about her. I cant believe it! I cant believe it! I got in! With a squeal, she whirled around and threw herself on top of her bed, kicking her feet. Classes start the next day. How cool is that?! ---------------------------- An unfortunate thing about wings instead of fingers is that there is no such thing as privacy. Nearly every moment of every day is spent with someone else, helping you as though you are an invalid. How disrespectful. Sora Hanakawa could not open her own letter from U.A., but have someone else do it for her. No, it is not disrespectful, it is demeaning. Excuse me, but can I have it now? Sora asked as politely as she could manage, but of course her family either chose not to listen, or simply did not care about potential humiliation on her part. In any case, tears were shed and the letter in question was passed about. Look! Accepted! Passed with flying colors! Isnt that wonderful? Have you thought of a superhero name yet, my dear? Sora closed her eyes, her frustration bubbling already. Yes, I have, she answered after she had a moment to compose herself. May I have my letter now? No! Dont you realize how proud we are of you? Lifting a wing, Sora had the soft feathers brush over her face. I am going to bed, she declared on a sigh. I need to be ready for tomorrow. Her eyes somewhat cold, Sora had her head up high as she twisted to leave, a waterfall of silver rippling down her back. Many protests rang out, but she ignored them all. ---------------------------- ...Must you follow me so closely, Hitomi? It appears to be a beautiful day so far. Being that it is early spring, vibrant green fills the trees, and there is not a cloud in the sky to promise rain and ruin what fun lies ahead. Half a dozen conversations fill the otherwise empty silence, but Sora did not join in on any. None of the faces were familiar, first thing. It is also aggravating to attempt a conversation. Not only does she have to play nice, but she has to put a smile upon her face in order to act the part of a Hanakawa, else tarnish the family name. Sora let out a yawn, blinking back tears. Of course! Hitomi Fujita protested, a serious look in her eye and a stern frown on her lips. I am your personal guard, Miss Hanakawa. I have to keep an eye out in case theres any danger. You do remember the stories of what happened here last year, dont you? Sora had to fight not to roll her eyes. Of course she does. In fact, it was for that very reason she nearly was not allowed to attend U.A. Her mother was worried sick some evil villain may drop by to snatch up her precious baby. Drowning out the chiding prattle from her bodyguard, Sora instead chose to drink in the sight of her new school. Every step brought about a rather satisfying crunch on the cobblestone, and a playful breeze brought with it the scent of possibilities, of jasmine and cherry blossoms. Sora lifted her head up high, admiring how the academy is so tall in comparison to the other surrounding buildings. I am going to fly ahead, Sora finally spoke up, interrupting her body guard curtly while spreading her wings wide. M-Miss Hanakawa! I insist you dont-! Hitomi was quick to protest, but it was already too late - Sora had tucked her legs in and gone on ahead, casting a shadow onto the students that she flew over. Miss Hanakaaaawa! The name echoed, abruptly putting a stop to any conversation in a five meter radius. Hitomi coughed and pulled at the lapels of her jacket, blushing pink as she went after the harpy. I swear, when I get my hands on that girl No, wait. What is she doing? Hitomi screeched to a halt, halfway tempted to smack herself upside the forehead. Really! This would be so much easier! Let me see... Hitomi rolled her shoulder, tightening her grip on Miss Hanakawa's bookbag. A blue eye studied the distance between her and her charge... not that she really needs to. Taking several steps forward... Hitomi flung it at the flying figure. The backpack in question zoomed through the air, just to narrowly graze her face. Sora jolts back, a curse on the tip of her tongue. What did you just throw at me?! Your backpack. What?! You could have seriously hurt me! Or worse! If I wanted to hit you, I would have. A blank look written all over her face, Hitomi brought her hands up, using her index fingers to point at herself. Remember? Acc-ur-acy. Rolling her eyes, Sora swept down to retrieve her poor, abused backpack from the evil clutches of her body guard.