Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2018 0:41:37 GMT -4
First days back were fucking rough.
Thankfully, he had a signed doctor’s note that was cosigned by the principal so that he wasn’t forced to stay in the damn classroom the entire day. Headaches were a natural thing for someone with a big concussion to have when they tried to concentrate for too long, and that excuse was all Alex needed. He wasn’t going to abuse it, sure, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to try to tough out the injury for the luxury of staying in Junko’s class for more time. That wasn’t a thing that was happening in this lifetime, sorry U.A.
He still had his arm wrapped up good and tight with bandages, but thankfully the student uniform covered that up quite nicely. He was on his way to the lunch room out of the usual timeframe for his class, partially because he could and partially because he was wondering if he would be called out on it. He was told he could take breaks as needed, but it wasn’t specified very clearly what sort of breaks he could take. A break for food seemed reasonable and helpful and didn’t require nearly as much thinking as the dreaded mathematics class that made him literally feel like his head was cracking in half.
Food happened to already be out, which was weird. Some other class must have just left or was about to arrive, then. The staff looked at him a bit funny but didn’t question him grabbing a tray and getting food. He wasn’t exactly hard to recognize with the giant scar on his face, and he could hear them whispering. It was fucking bizarre, now, because he sure as hell wasn’t used to this.
Before Semper Fi, Alex was just barely scraping by academically and was probably destined to be put on academic probation because while he was doing well enough on his heroics classes… it wasn’t enough to actually cancel out how bad he was doing in his normal person classes like math and science. He was thought of as having potential, but very possibly being too raw to be worked with. If it was up to his homeroom teacher, he would likely be expelled before the military camp even started, and yet…
And yet he had proved them wrong, at least partially. His phone blew up the next day before he read the news, because with surname being so uncommon and his very distinctive… face being plastered all over the media his rather obscure and private social media accounts were suddenly flooded with thousands of messages and friend requests from people. It was… a lot to take in all at once, and he still hadn’t really dealt with it properly. Even though he tried at first, there were simply too many messages to ever have a chance of answering. The initial flood slowed down to a fraction of what it was in the span of two or three days, and he had no doubt his life would go more or less back to normal in another week or two.
It was a cool fifteen minutes in the spotlight, but really that was all it was. At the end of the day, the stunts he pulled there caused injuries he was still feeling very thoroughly even today. It was the start of something new, though, because the time in actual combat had opened his eyes to some very critical weaknesses. The first of which was that the human body was weak as shit, and his needed to get tougher… or more precisely, he needed something to make him tougher. Yojin from the Support Studies class was willing to make a suit of armor for him that he claimed would be quirk-resistant to the point of being state of the art shit. All he needed was a list of materials… which were all expensive as hell and ate into all the money that Alex had saved up over the course of the school year and then some. Thankfully, some of the vendors were willing to give some very hefty discounts in exchange for social media shout outs from the hero of the hour… so it was at least possible.
That suit of armor wouldn’t be done for at least a few weeks, though, considering Yojin just got out of the hospital a few days ago himself. Tray of food in hand, Alex moved out to a corner of the cafeteria to dig in and just chill out for a bit. It didn’t take long for the boy to realize why the food was out at this hour, though, as his favorite class in all of Japan came strolling in just as he sat down. The lunch hours didn’t overlap every day for different classes, and this was one of them. This must be 1-A’s lunch period, but it looked like they had less people than usual.
It made sense. The event was traumatic as fuck, and he didn’t blame anyone who endured it and decided to get the hell out of hero school. Not everyone was cut out for doing shit like this, and honestly? There was nothing wrong with that. The real issue came when somebody unfit to be in a crisis situation decided they wanted to be and shit the bed bad enough to get people killed in the process. If people knew they couldn’t handle the pressure, then it was absolutely best for those people to leave before they got other people killed.
It wasn’t dignified, and it probably didn’t feel good and they probably felt like failures – but at the end of the day they put the safety of themselves and others ahead of their own egos. It was a tough decision, but Alex could respect them making the one that they did. U.A. took a huge chunk of students in their first year, and it was only natural for a decent chunk of those who were admitted to wash out one way or another before finishing. The number of Pros that Japan had in total wasn’t a lot, so even if only like one in ten of the students who started made it to the end there would be a huge surge of them here in a couple of years with all the hero schools combined that popped up all over Japan contributing people.
The future was bright, but that didn’t stop the fact that even glancing at Rin Kurama made him have another headache. Even the sight of that demon caused him physical pain, further proof she was the literal devil.
Why did it have to be 1-A?
Thankfully, he had a signed doctor’s note that was cosigned by the principal so that he wasn’t forced to stay in the damn classroom the entire day. Headaches were a natural thing for someone with a big concussion to have when they tried to concentrate for too long, and that excuse was all Alex needed. He wasn’t going to abuse it, sure, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to try to tough out the injury for the luxury of staying in Junko’s class for more time. That wasn’t a thing that was happening in this lifetime, sorry U.A.
He still had his arm wrapped up good and tight with bandages, but thankfully the student uniform covered that up quite nicely. He was on his way to the lunch room out of the usual timeframe for his class, partially because he could and partially because he was wondering if he would be called out on it. He was told he could take breaks as needed, but it wasn’t specified very clearly what sort of breaks he could take. A break for food seemed reasonable and helpful and didn’t require nearly as much thinking as the dreaded mathematics class that made him literally feel like his head was cracking in half.
Food happened to already be out, which was weird. Some other class must have just left or was about to arrive, then. The staff looked at him a bit funny but didn’t question him grabbing a tray and getting food. He wasn’t exactly hard to recognize with the giant scar on his face, and he could hear them whispering. It was fucking bizarre, now, because he sure as hell wasn’t used to this.
Before Semper Fi, Alex was just barely scraping by academically and was probably destined to be put on academic probation because while he was doing well enough on his heroics classes… it wasn’t enough to actually cancel out how bad he was doing in his normal person classes like math and science. He was thought of as having potential, but very possibly being too raw to be worked with. If it was up to his homeroom teacher, he would likely be expelled before the military camp even started, and yet…
And yet he had proved them wrong, at least partially. His phone blew up the next day before he read the news, because with surname being so uncommon and his very distinctive… face being plastered all over the media his rather obscure and private social media accounts were suddenly flooded with thousands of messages and friend requests from people. It was… a lot to take in all at once, and he still hadn’t really dealt with it properly. Even though he tried at first, there were simply too many messages to ever have a chance of answering. The initial flood slowed down to a fraction of what it was in the span of two or three days, and he had no doubt his life would go more or less back to normal in another week or two.
It was a cool fifteen minutes in the spotlight, but really that was all it was. At the end of the day, the stunts he pulled there caused injuries he was still feeling very thoroughly even today. It was the start of something new, though, because the time in actual combat had opened his eyes to some very critical weaknesses. The first of which was that the human body was weak as shit, and his needed to get tougher… or more precisely, he needed something to make him tougher. Yojin from the Support Studies class was willing to make a suit of armor for him that he claimed would be quirk-resistant to the point of being state of the art shit. All he needed was a list of materials… which were all expensive as hell and ate into all the money that Alex had saved up over the course of the school year and then some. Thankfully, some of the vendors were willing to give some very hefty discounts in exchange for social media shout outs from the hero of the hour… so it was at least possible.
That suit of armor wouldn’t be done for at least a few weeks, though, considering Yojin just got out of the hospital a few days ago himself. Tray of food in hand, Alex moved out to a corner of the cafeteria to dig in and just chill out for a bit. It didn’t take long for the boy to realize why the food was out at this hour, though, as his favorite class in all of Japan came strolling in just as he sat down. The lunch hours didn’t overlap every day for different classes, and this was one of them. This must be 1-A’s lunch period, but it looked like they had less people than usual.
It made sense. The event was traumatic as fuck, and he didn’t blame anyone who endured it and decided to get the hell out of hero school. Not everyone was cut out for doing shit like this, and honestly? There was nothing wrong with that. The real issue came when somebody unfit to be in a crisis situation decided they wanted to be and shit the bed bad enough to get people killed in the process. If people knew they couldn’t handle the pressure, then it was absolutely best for those people to leave before they got other people killed.
It wasn’t dignified, and it probably didn’t feel good and they probably felt like failures – but at the end of the day they put the safety of themselves and others ahead of their own egos. It was a tough decision, but Alex could respect them making the one that they did. U.A. took a huge chunk of students in their first year, and it was only natural for a decent chunk of those who were admitted to wash out one way or another before finishing. The number of Pros that Japan had in total wasn’t a lot, so even if only like one in ten of the students who started made it to the end there would be a huge surge of them here in a couple of years with all the hero schools combined that popped up all over Japan contributing people.
The future was bright, but that didn’t stop the fact that even glancing at Rin Kurama made him have another headache. Even the sight of that demon caused him physical pain, further proof she was the literal devil.
Why did it have to be 1-A?
