Under the Sea~ With Class 1-B~

Miku was always happy to hang out with her class. Now that she thought about it, she didnt do it in a long time. She never got to know this Emi person. But the fact that she invited Miku and the whole class to a place made Miku think she was thoughtful. And Miku thought she should respect her classmates wishes. Miku took a dress that isnt too formal or too casual. A dress that screams 'Im polite'. A dress code had to be kept up.

Once Miku was done dressing up, she went to the place that Emi told them to go. Although Miku had to look it up online to see what address it was. Luckily, she didnt get lost and found the place no problem. Although... there was another problem that arose
"What does Emi look like again?" Miku thought to herself as she had an 'oh crap' moment. What if she was first and did not know how to recognize Emi. She didnt wanna stay at the entrace scanning people like a terminator. That'd be... weird.

Luckily, Miku noticed her good friend, Lani. She went to Lani, she knew things and was all chillax and outgoing.
"Hey Lani!" Miku greeted her
And then she saw the girl that was Emi
"Hello there. Im so happy we can finally get to know one another." Miku said as she greeted Emi

She then took a seat, the one she was closest to. She wasnt picky who she was gonna sit next to.

He sighed as he got the text. Since the event with the military, the loss of two villains, getting his students shot, and a visit from someone he really didn't understand why could not take the hint that he didn't want to see her, this was the last thing he needed. A quote unquote mandatory call to come up, or down, and see his students at a fancy restaurant. He didn't want to see them, he wanted to see them, but he just couldn't bring himself to face them, that was the reality. While they all focused on getting stronger and being real protagonists, he let himself get deluded in to the roll of the teacher that falls behind. And now, he had to make a decision.

He had been holed up in his room, using sick days to avoid coming in to class while wallowing in his own self doubt. he could barely do anything, everyone around him was getting stronger faster. No matter what, it was like one of those dreams, where you are being chased by something you can't escape. That, no matter how hard you try, everyone else manages to outrun it, despite your brain screaming at you to run, it feels as though your feet sink in to the ground with each step. And the moment you look over your shoulder? Snap, end of dream, minor heart attack from the scare, and the thought that you failed, even in a dream where you should be in control. He was curled up on his bed roll today, clinging to his pillow while scrolling through the various gacha games he played on it, uninstalling them en masse until that text came up on his phone. He stared at the message and thought to himself, did he deserve this? maybe he didn't. Maybe he should stay here. But, he replied to the message with a thumbs up emoji.

After doing so, he rolled over and sighed, before he slowly got up, wearing nothing but a tank top and boxers, he examined the room. papers thrown about every where and drawings gouged through with exacto knives. Torn asunder to avoid the world ever seeing whatever it was he had drawn. Anyone that saw this, not that anyone did, would know, that Arata Hayashi was finally having a slump. His art was catharsis, and if he was throwing away even simple drawings, that just meant that something was bothering him to no end. he let two of his students be put in danger. And the others, he didn't even know where they were during that big event. He kept having flash backs to it, and in his dreams, what if scenarios if he wasn't quick enough to keep them from just getting grazed. He wanted to get stronger, but, in the back of his mind, he kept telling himself, he never would match up to his students. He didn't want to think that though, he needed a distraction, a step out of his rut.

Sighing, he shuffled off to his apartment's bathroom, turning the light on to examine his Saiyan-esque hair. Stuck up in an obscene manner from the bedhead he was suffering. He moved his hand to touch it, getting a slight sting from the follicles screaming at him for abusing them. He sighed and combed his hair first before going through the rest of his hygiene routine. "I gotta redownload those games, maybe." He said to himself while leaving the bathroom, staring at his phone before he tossed it on to his bed roll and opened his closet, picking out a clean set of clothes to wear under the suit he would be wearing. Why did it have to be Atlantis? Maybe, just maybe, his father or his supposed fiance wouldn't be there.

A nice button down white shirt, followed by a black tie that he got too long on one end the first try, too long on the other end on the second, somehow turned it in to a Chinese Finger Trap on the third, before he threw it to the side and grabbed a bow tie. Better this than the workman's noose. After tying the neat little bow on and getting on his pants with a belt, he examined his hair in the mirror while carrying his black blazer over his shoulder. It was still a little scraggy, but, it always did that, even after his product was put in or washed out. But, at least it was tame! After he was all dressed and ready, the red eyed hero left his apartment and headed straight toward Atlantis.

Upon arrival by cab, he stepped out and sighed, throwing the blazer on while leaving it unbuttoned. Just like with his hoodie, he tucked his hands in to the jacket pockets after pulling his collar up as high as possible. At the entrance, the coat check attendant asked him, "Can I take your jacket for you sir?" He just walked by and waved his hand with a soft smile on his face, and his brow furrowed downward in contemplative regret, "Nah, thanks though." He had to try and be happy, at least put on the appearance that he was. Maybe, it would turn genuine while everyone was getting to enjoy the evening.

At the elevator, Arata would walk up tot he attendant, "Oh, mister Hayashi, your father was here just the other day, were you two going to be dining together? Or perhaps you and your fia-" Arata held up a hand, the black marks along his knuckles still visible for his quirk to be on display partly. "No, and she and I have no relation, despite what she or that man say, I refuse. Thank you for the ride." He stepped off of the elevator, looking around before he would pick out the faces of those he knew. True to his style of entrances, he brought a hand to his mouth, tucking his thumb and index finger in tot he sides of his mouth and whistled, loud. Loud enough that everyone would take a moment to pause and look at him. He even exposed one of the ghostly hands of his quirk to wave around and signal over everyone in his class while he walked down the small grand staircase to the main floor to join everyone. The glove returned to his knuckle, and he walked right up to the girls.

"Miku! Lani! Emi! Even Nyke? Who else is going to be joining us? Or, is this the whole Mahou Sensei Arata theme that Elise keeps talking about with Tetsuko?" He asked while brimming with a smile, seeing his students for the first time in over a week, it brought a genuine smile to his face. Of course, someone else was here today that he knew, that he wish he didn't know, that he wished would not come over, because he knew that they were rather jealous of his entire life style, not wanting him to do anything but spend time with them. Let's just hope the evening doesn't draw them over, shall we?

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It was exceedingly rare for Tetsuko to actually have to dress up for something. The last time she'd had to do such a thing was, if she was recalling correctly, for the wedding of a family friend that had had Tetsuko returning temporarily to Kashima. Well, there was also Elise's father's funeral, but the attire for that occasion was decidedly different, with no focus on good looks, but rather solidarity in the firmness of black. The wedding, however, had seemed to be all about dolling up and turning every girl into the perfect little princess none of them wanted to be. With Tetsuko's mother being in the state she was, much of that had fallen to Tetsuko's grandmother, an experienced woman when it came to all things attire and makeup. She'd lived for long enough in Shinjuku to know what qualified for fine attire and what was simply a cheap attempt at looking expensive. It had been entirely her responsibility to make Tetsuko presentable, and fortunately, that event hadn't been too long ago, meaning the attire from then fit Tetsuko just fine.

It was a certain departure from the hip and casual streetwear that Tetsuko was used to. Tetsuko didn't wear dresses too often, so putting it on had been a bit strange for her. It was of a modest length, reaching down to just above her knees, a suitable length for a young and fit girl of her age, so her grandmother had said. The small bow and sash were a deep, midnight blue, while the inner frills had an aqua shade, something Tetsuko actually quite enjoyed about the design. Although anything frilly tended to be not her style, in these case they somewhat evoked the image of waves, and along with the outfit's lighter, cooler colors, made it the perfect thing for what had, at the time, been a seaside wedding. It would hardly be out of place at this aquatic-themed restaurant, she hoped. Unlike then, however, Tesuko also had a large navy blue coat nearby, which she'd don for the trip over in the chilly Winter air.

Even if the dress-up wasn't at all her style, Tetsuko spared no expense looking presentable and dignified for her class, wanting to show them that she took their bond as peers very seriously, as she hoped their strange organizer did too. To pay for all these expenses, and send out those invitations too... Ms Tachibana was either very dedicated to bringing this class together, or very rich and wanted to just show it all off. Either way, it was free seafood, and Elise wanted to go, so Tetsuko didn't have any proper reason to decline the invitation. Even if she was dubious of the exceptions to the invitation that Emi had included.
 
Looking herself over in the mirror to make sure she was all spick and span, Tetsuko couldn't help but scrunch up her face a little. This stuff didn't really suit her, in her eyes, not with her scarred and toned body. Her Quirk's usage had left her exposed flesh a bit worse for wear, making the dress look unfitting for her, in her own opinion, at least. "Geeze... Hey Eli? This dress look alright to you?" Tetsuko would call back to the other girl, who was also preparing for their little night out within their room. It had been Elise's idea, they were to arrive together, like a proper celebrity couple, to really bask in the experience. Tetsuko didn't really get it, but if it meant she could keep Elise safe on the night streets she was fine with it.

"A-Actually, I'm pretty sure I can guess what you're gonna say, don't worry about it..." The Shindou girl quickly changed her mind, realizing pretty quickly that it didn't matter how it looked, Elise was probably going to try out some smooth compliment either way, and Tetsuko wasn't always the best when it came to compliments. She never quite knew how to respond! Breathing a sigh into the air, Tetsuko looked herself over one more time, the scarred warrior in the white dress, quite the image. Without any reason nor need to delay any further, Tetsuko would gesture over to Elise while she pulled out her own phone, calling them a cab to pick them up a short walk from the school grounds.

It did admittedly feel a little fancy and interesting, dressing up for this night out that Emi had graciously paid for. Tetsuko would, by all means, escort Elise to their cab, letting the other girl hold her arm as she undoubtedly would before they drove off for the location given by Emi. Allowing idle chatter to fill their time, they'd soon enough be departing their transport, with Tetsuko making sure she was the one to pay the driver. She might still be clueless about this whole dating thing, but Tetsuko at least knew when to be a gentlewoman. 

The place was surprisingly well-hidden, and had it not been for the power of online map applications, the pair may well have missed the tucked away restaurant. Perhaps that hidden aspect of it was part of the appeal, a small little secret for the elite to spread around their closed off circles. That itself made Tetsuko curious how Emi was able to both find and afford this place. That aside, Tetsuko and Elise would head on down into the restaurant proper, the Shindou girl handing off her coat to an attendant along the way. She hardly seemed too off-put by all the flair and nobility of it all. Her family's prestige in Kashima had her used to this kind of dignified and excruciatingly proper dance, as Tetsuko kept herself composed and quiet all the way down into the restaurant floor, where she'd step out of the elevator and spot their classmates not far away.

They certainly stood out in this place, making its choice for a class meeting ever more curious. Perhaps Emi really was just trying to display some level of influence and wealth, not that that was relevant at all. Smiling proudly, the dress-clad warrior would walk over to the table with Elise, pulling out a chair for the other girl as she greeted her classmates. "Evening, everyone." The swordswoman would glance at the menu while she took her own seat, her eyes immediately drawn to the Sashimi before she looked over to Emi. "Thank you for planning this, Emi-san." She'd say with a polite bow of the head, though internally, she was still a bit dubious...

More importantly, that sashimi was sounding really nice...

Sometimes mothers were completely unbearable. As much as Ericka loved her mother, she seemed dead set on making her class outing more than what it needed to be. Ericka didn't know if it was panic or excitement or just general worry, but despite Ericka just going out to dinner with friends, her mother insisted that she looked as appetizing as possible. Despite the fact that it was mostly girls in the class and that she was just going to eat and meet the newer students in the class, her mother wanted to make her look as if she was attending some high stakes high society dinner party. It seemed just the location alone was enough to put her mother into overdrive and it made Ericka tired. But Ericka also loved her mother very much, so she wouldn't put up too much of a fight. She just thought of it as practice for her eventual wedding day.

In the end, all of Ericka's makeup and clothing was decided by her mother. The white dress she wore was more than she was comfortable with, but her mother insisted that she attended the restaurant with it She wanted her daughter to look like she belonged in such a place. Ericka was a pretty busty girl so the cleavage presented in the dress that she wore had the girl walking stiffer than she usually did. It wasn't the kind of dress that lent itself way to a bra, so Ericka was worried about spilling out of her dress. The last thing she needed at a class function was a wardrobe malfunction. But as long as she didn't move around too much, things would be fine. And to ensure her daughter reached the location without too much tomorrow, her parents drove her to the place themselves.

In the back seat of the car, Ericka hoped that none of her classmates saw her escort. As charming and nice as if was for her mother and father to take her to the class dinner, she figured that her parents were making a bigger deal out of the situation than it really was. It was just a dinner after all. "Enjoy yourself, honey." Her mother said to the blonde as she opened the back door and stepped out of the car. Ericka was careful and stiff, being incredibly self-conscious about the way that she was dressed. "Thank you, mom," Ericka answered back with a smile and a quick wave to the both of them. The stayed parked until Ericka reached the metal doors that led to the elevator and down to the underground restaurant.