Assassins Can Be Heroes Too || Todoroki Shoto

|13| The Transfer Girl in Bandages

"Good morning, Class 3-A." Snipe casually entered the classroom, the third-years following his movements. The room fell silent as he surveyed his class of sixteen and seventeen - some eighteen - year olds, having to strain his ears as they murmured an unenthusiastic 'morning'. He sighed, adjusting his coat as he placed the clipboard down, continuing to gaze around at his apathetic class. He cleared his throat to gather their attention, which partially worked, though he knew the next class would stir up a riot. "Now, before we begin discussing the upcoming Sports Festival, let me introduce our new student-"

It seemed the entire class had let the rest of the Hero's sentence float into one ear and out the other because they immediately thrust questions and comments alike at him, though he remained unfazed as they continued to throw one question after another at him. He held out a hand to silence them as they eventually quietened down.

"She wouldn't be classified as a 'new' kid, per se, considering as she has been moved up from Class 1-A, where Eraser Head has suggested her transfer. She has done exceptionally well in both her theory and practical; however, she will be joining us today to get used to the environment." By now, everyone was staring at the door, waiting for the new kid to walk in and introduce herself, whoever she may be. A few people eyed an empty desk near the back of the room as he nodded. "Rie, you may enter."

The door slid open.

The third-years' eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of a bandaged girl limping into their classroom. She didn't seem to happy about the sudden attention she had begun to receive, as her gaze was lowered to the floor. Snipe moved aside as she stood beside him, her heart thumping. The classroom was still.

"Introduce yourself," he whispered, rather loudly, smiling slightly as her face flushed. A few students stifled their laughter as two students grinned widely, eyeing a navy-haired boy who bit his lip, knowing how she felt.

"U-uh... I'm Rie..." she fumbled, choosing to ignore the heat that had begun to grow on her face, "I'll be with you guys the majority of the time... I'll probably join Class 1-A again when they're doing something that you guys have already done... like, uh... Hero Names? I think that's what they're... yeah...."

Snipe hummed, discerning that she was starting to get uncomfortable with their unwavering stares. Slow applause began to ripple around the classroom as she hurried to her seat, her face burning as she struggled to force down the heat. She exhaled deeply, relieved that the whole ordeal was over.

"Now, as you all know, the Sports Festival is drawing near," he announced, the girl bewildered as to why everybody seemed to be cheering rather loudly for the 'Sports Festival'. Of course, she had heard of it and watched it on the television at home when her brother was busy working in either the Hero Public Safety Commission or his cafe. However, she wasn't entirely with her new classmates and didn't necessarily join in on their excitement, as she couldn't exactly see what they were so riled up about. "That's all, you have a free period."

The minute the door closed, students began crowding around her desk. She wasn't entirely sure what any of their names or Quirks were

"Hey, what's your Hero Name?" A young man with a muscular build and multiple scars around his lower arms popped up in her desk, greatly terrifying her as she fell off her chair in shock. He had dark blue, oval-shaped eyes and round nose; he had blonde hair atop his hair, the top part arranged into a cowlick and the lower part swept backwards. He grinned widely as he chuckled. "Ah, my bad, you probably don't know that much, huh?"

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴍɪʀɪᴏ ᴛᴏɢᴀᴛᴀ
ʜᴇʀᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ʟᴇᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ
ǫᴜɪʀᴋ: ᴘᴇʀᴍᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡs ᴍɪʀɪᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʜᴀsᴇ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ; ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇᴛʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪɴᴛᴀɴɢɪʙʟᴇ. ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡs ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜʟʏ ᴍᴀɴᴇᴜᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴏʟɪᴅ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇғғᴏʀᴛʟᴇssʟʏ ᴇᴠᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋs.

"H-Hero..." she stammered, clueless as to what the blonde was on about as she tentatively took his hand, being pulled up.

"Mirio... don't ask her too many questions..." a voice murmured shakily from behind him, the boy turned around as he placed his arm onto the back of his chair, "you're going to make her panic..."

"Sorry about that, Amajiki," he smiled apologetically, the boy sighing. He had rather pale skin and elf-like ears; his messy, indigo hair was spiked upwards. His indigo, thin, tired eyes were partially covered by his bangs, his shoulders hunched over as he kept his gaze low. He shifted uncomfortably under her stare, the girl blinking and apologising, the boy muttering an inaudible reply.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴀᴍᴀᴊɪᴋɪ
ʜᴇʀᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: sᴜɴᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ
ǫᴜɪʀᴋ: ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛ
ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡs ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ʜɪs ʟɪᴍʙs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪsᴛɪᴄs ᴏғ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴇs, ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʜɪs ᴅɪɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ (ɪ.ᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ 𝟹𝟶-𝟺𝟶 ʜᴏᴜʀs). ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ.

"Th-that's... n-not very good for your p-posture-"

"Ooh, we got another shy kid," smirked Mirio, nudging her playfully as she flushed.

"Stop it Mirio... we don't want to-"

"Hey, hey, what's with those bandages? Hey, what junior high did you go to?" She sweat-dropped, struggling to come up with an answer to the girl's peculiar questions. "Hey, what's your Quir-"

"Not you too, Nejire..."

'Nejire' was a fair-skinned girl of average height with royal-blue wide eyes as she cocked her head. Her periwinkle hair reached down to her knees, twisting around itself at her waist and curving inwards towards her legs; she had side-swept bangs which were tucked behind her ears on the right and hanging over her eyes on the left, two short clumps of hair bordered either side of her face.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ɴᴇᴊɪʀᴇ ʜᴀᴅᴏʜᴇʀᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ɴᴇᴊɪʀᴇ-ᴄʜᴀɴ
ǫᴜɪʀᴋ: ᴡᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴡᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴛs ɴᴇᴊɪʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅɪsᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ᴀs ʙʟᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs. ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ ɪs ᴜɴʟᴇᴀsʜᴇᴅ ᴀs ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴀ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ sᴘɪʀᴀʟ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴊᴜsᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴇᴊɪʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ.

"I guess you've heard of the USJ incident that happened a few days ago and my ribs were crushed... uh... I was homeschooled by my brother until I received a recommendation from Edgeshot..." she tried to remember Nejire's questions, "my Quirk is called Knight and I can summon any weapon at will and use them, but it also grants me excessive bloodlust so I tend not to rely on it too much..."

She summoned a dagger, the teenagers' eyes shining as she sweat-dropped, unsure why everyone was so worked up over a stupid dagger. She'd understand if it was her katana or two-edged sword, but a dagger?

"E-either way... what's everyone so pumped up for?"

The trio blinked, gazing at her.

"You've never heard of the U.A. Sports Festival?" 'Mirio' gawked, "that's a first..."

"N-no, I have! I'm just wondering why everyone's so worked up..." she waved her hands, the group sighing in relief. She gave them expectant gazes.

"So... what do we do in a free period?"