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04/04, 23:56

M.Arisu

hey... anybody who's awake to see this. hope you're not having too much trouble sleeping.
get rest when you can. work together when you can.
all we can do is keep trying, but i'm hopeful for this year.
feels weird to say... but it's all going to be gone soon, so...
anyways.
see you at school tomorrow.

Any replies on the forum go unresponded, and at the stroke of midnight, the past year's worth of messages are completely gone from the PDA forum, including any sent over spring break. Hope you have a good memory if you were in the middle of a conversation! Though you should really be in ...whatever you've managed to make your bed... because tomorrow is a big day.

04/05, 06:00

The silence continues until six in the morning with the toll of the clock tower bells, and anybody near the locker area will hear two women in mid-conversation as they phase through the front doors, heels clicking on the ground: "-—didn't even have the decency to finish the job! And now I have to— oh, stop crying, for goodness' sake! I swear—" It's a one sided conversation, mostly, and one that stops short the moment the women spot the students lingering around. While the younger woman, recognizable as the assistant principal, hurriedly scrubs at her face with her sleeves, the unfamiliar older woman with the oddly dissonant voice scowls intensely. "I don't need this on the first day of school! Students trespassing over break! I can't believe it! I don't have time for this—" she huffs, shaking her head and stomping down the hall towards the faculty office. "Miss Nene, I expected better of you! And you! Miss Ritsuka— the two of you shall report to the faculty office after the entrance ceremony. I expect a full report of everybody involved. Now behave yourselves and go to the auditorium."

Goodbye...

The assistant principal is left behind and looks confused and distraught. She sniffles and ducks her head a little, draws a shaking breath and stands a little taller. "I'm so sorry. I'll hear you all out after- after this is done. Alright?" She too heads towards the faculty office, trying her best to smile at those she passes by. While they may be followed, they seem to phase through the faculty office doors which remain closed and locked, and cannot be interacted with until after the ceremony.

Until then, other students start to filter through the front door, seeking out friends and chatting about their breaks, remembering about homework and asking if anybody actually did it so they can copy off them before classes start, laughing at any mention of being locked inside the school all break because what?? that's silly. A handful of students wear yellow armbands on the left sleeve of their uniform, marking them as members of the student council, and these student council members go around finally removing the gorinto from the window sills, tossing the rocks into a bag without any apparent ill effects, and collecting the snacks in a separate bag— though they'll offer the food to anybody they pass who looks hungry enough. Which is a lot of you. One or two might give a short lecture about the importance of eating breakfast to start the day off right. Other student council members busy themselves in the locker area, posting the new homeroom assignments and updating the school calendar to reflect exam dates and breaks for the coming year, or help setting chairs out in neat rows in the auditorium in preparation for the entrance ceremony.

04/05, 08:00

The opening ceremony starts at 8, with students and staff moving to the auditorium to sit with their homeroom class, calling characters out by name and dragging them over to their seat— physically if need be, and they're much stronger than they look. Unlike the graduation ceremony, characters are not forced to come to the entrance ceremony, but the moment they take a seat, they find that they can neither speak nor get up again until the ceremony is over.

The assistant principal stands behind the podium on stage, looking rather nervous as she glances down at the watch on her wrist for it to be time, and clears her throat before addressing the room. "Yogen High welcomes you, all our new students," she pauses, beaming at the row of first year classes before her gaze sweeps over the rest of the student body, "our transfer students, our returning students, our... repeat students..." Looking at you, Norton, Gawain, Abel... "I, um. You may have noticed that I am standing in for our principal today, who is currently... unavailable... and didn't exactly leave any notes to go off of..." She wilts a little, but trucks on nonetheless and continues the address, promising that the teachers will pass along any important announcements, expressing her belief in the potential of young minds, and wishing everybody a fulfilling school year. The ceremony concludes in a little under an hour, and the spell binding the students to their seats is broken, allowing everybody to rise and leave.

School lets out for the rest of the day with classes starting the next morning, and while many students take the opportunity to leave, some linger around the school. Gossip is flying already with news of the transfer students caught breaking into the school over break and what punishments they might get, rumors of what happened to the principal ranging from a family emergency to hospitalization to death, complaints about the water pipes not getting fixed over break, and general excitement over upcoming events listed on the bulletin board by the lockers, in particular new club advertisements, fortune telling ads, and a Charity Auction to be hosted the Monday after Golden Week next month.

April

School is school... The first thing teachers ask at homeroom Tuesday morning is for students to hand in their spring break homework. Didn't do it? You're on their shit list now. Characters are not forced to attend class, but patrolling faculty and student council members will heckle any truant students into going and can be a pain to deal with. Classes aren't taught terribly, though. The second year math teacher has a knack for easily digestible explanations, even if she writes and erases the board a bit too quickly to copy. The third year literature teacher combines weekly analytical essays with film studies, and is showing Child's Play, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Silence of the Lambs, and Where the Red Fern Grows this month. The first year biology teacher brings eyeballs and frogs and rats for dissection during anatomy lessons, and if you have a special request for a specific eye color, give him a day or two and he can deliver. 2-A's homeroom teacher can be seen stealing chalk from each of the second year classroom she rotates through and is offering extra credit to any students who sneak her chalk without asking questions.

New students will quickly learn that merit points are awarded for a full day's attendance, turning in homework, participating in class and clubs, scoring 80% or higher on quizzes and exams, etc. Less predictably, the PDA may sometimes ping for a single merit point when hanging out with a friend or arguing with a classmate, with stronger emotions (positive or negative) when interacting with somebody else more likely to trigger a point, and if students are abusing this system, it's kept out of the faculty's eyes. As the month goes on, sometimes a student comes to class with a cut eyelid, or a busted lip, or bandages wrapped thick around a wrist, but they always deny anything more than clumsiness or an accident or having pets who very aggressively show their love. Sometimes it's harder to hide, when a bloody nose drips onto the ground or bleeding knuckles brush against the wall, and those near enough to see blood touch the building will find that everything sort of... shifts... Just for a second. The feeling of vertigo that stops almost as soon as it begins, the world tilting without slotting back into alignment. You feel a bit nauseous. Just a little.

You go to the bathroom to splash water on your face and the pink looks a little darker, a little more solid. On the fourth floor, the water has stopped running in the bathroom sinks altogether, and students are told to go downstairs to do their business so that they may wash up after. With more students milling around the bathrooms, it's much easier to notice that people's reflections in the mirrors are just a bit off, lagging that split second long enough to be impossible to ignore once aware.

Every day you have homework. A new essay for something or other is assigned each week. Nobody wants to do group projects with a slacker who can't promise to meet up after school to get it done. Like clockwork, the school empties out at 6 PM each school day, leaving those behind to their own devices. There is no school on Sundays. Golden Week marks the end of the month, and guess who's going to be stuck at school for an entire week with only vending machine junk food to live off of if they aren't able to make progress concerning their living situation? Yeah.

Charity Auction

At least students have the charity auction to look forward to and work towards. Information about the auction set on May 10 can be found on the bulletin board, and appears to be put together by the student council as an annual event and an incentive for students to start the year off strong in earning merit points. Both students and staff are encouraged to donate to the auction, with the items collected and put on display in the auditorium behind locked glass cases. On May 10, students will be able to bid on items using their merit points, those who donate will receive 10% of the winning bid towards their item, and the school will match donations 100 to 1 point with proceeds going towards the "Save A Brain Foundation."

Throughout the month, glass cases lining the walls of the auditorium start to fill up with donations. The most popular donations seem to be physical items: possessions such as jewelry or gaming consoles, or artistic creations such as hand sewn clothing or paintings. There are placeholders for things that can't be put on display all month, such as placards with a picture or description of homemade food that won't be prepared until the auction date, or the promise of fishing lessons with the guidance counselor or a dinner date with the school principal (pending availability). At the back of the room stands the largest case, with the skinny black cat often found lying on top of it as if guarding it, although it will run away when approached.

Inside the case is a body.

OOC

✽ Refer to the npc contact page for which students and faculty are currently available for interaction. The assistance principal will do what she can to accommodate the characters stuck inside the school, but the extent of her help will depend on what is asked of her and how interactions with her go.

✽ The body does not seem to change or rot inside the case, and most npc students will unconvincingly express their belief that it's just a very life-like doll. Closer investigation of the body will not be available until next month, if a character manages the winning bid. Merit points earned are handwaved at player discretion, within reason.

✽ The plot will only move forward as things are discussed and acted upon, and clues distributed during app acceptances are meant to be shared and connected, so don't be afraid to ask questions and dig into things! I am here to enable.

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Katsuki Bakugou | My Hero Academia | OTA

[comburst]

I. 04/04, 23:57 FUCK OFF HOURS

[ From K.Bakugo: ]

SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP

[ You have three entire minutes before his mini text explosion is gone forever, but don't worry: there will be many more to come over the course of the school year, because that's just who Katsuki Bakugo is as a human being. ]

II. 04/05, POST ENTRANCE CEREMONY

[ Katsuki's lost his goddamn tie (it's in his pocket) and he doesn't wear his uniform perfectly buttoned up and straight even without that, but he has a thing about his grades. These aren't even his real grades? It doesn't fucking matter? But whenever he's being ranked or rated at anything he can't help but give it 1100% because anything less drives him up the fucking wall. So he tracked down the student council members who feel vaguely familiar - but not so much he actually remembers them properly - and gets an entire break's worth of homework and sets up in the Auditorium, busily working through it. Like hell he's going to get in trouble for something as stupid as not doing his homework...

Although the sight of a guy who looks like a straight up delinquent angrily doing his homework (extremely well) is probably a funny one. He'll glare at anyone who approaches, although resting bitch face is basically his default expression in life. ]

You better do your own damn work. Who knows what passes for fucking detention here. [ He doubts anything good. ]

III. DISSCETION

[ At least this is usual biology stuff. Katsuki isn't squeamish in the least, so he just picks up one of the scalpels and scowls at his partner - he gravitates to anyone who doesn't look like an extra (although even some of the non-extras are "extras" in his mind) just because they're less irritating to talk to than the npcs. ]

You take notes, I'll cut. [ Or the other way around, he doesn't give a fuck as long as it's all done properly and well. Slack off and he ends you. ]

IV. THE STAY AT SCHOOL CLUB, STUDY VERSION

[ Normally he's not big on clubs or people, but it's not like they can LEAVE the goddamn school, and Katsuki can only read so many library books in the dead silent library before even he gets annoyed. It's mostly textbooks, and that's boring as fuck. He's always been someone who needs something to do, and clubs seem to be about it. Besides, he's actually one of the smartest kids in his entire class. He recognizes that clubs get classrooms and supplies, and they can use that.

More than clubs, though, he recognizes they're getting those stupid "merit points" for doing schoolwork, which is one reason to keep it up. The other reason is that Katsuki feels like he's falling behind in school otherwise, and the last fucking thing he wants is to go back home and be beat out for one of the top class spots by some other idiot in his class. It's not the curriculum he should be studying, but he'll be damned if he isn't at the top of his class.

So he does his homework. Daily. And if he sees anyone skipping it, he'll grab them by the back of the shirt, hooking a hand in and dragging them back. ]

You done your essay yet? [ It's growled out. He won't do anyone's work for the, but he CAN and WILL nag them about it, and maybe even explain why it seems like a good idea for the time being. ]

V. THE STAY AT SCHOOL CLUB, COOKING VERSION

[ The most practical club to try to join is cooking. They all need to eat, and there isn't a cafeteria or real food provided. He can make due with the ingredients supplied at the start of the week for Home Ec, but a club might mean additional resources. Katsuki's method of feeding, people, though...

He literally just grabs anyone walking by the Home Ec room and shoves them inside. He's not about to mug you, don't worry, but you'd be forgiven for thinking it. He shoves you at the table inside, where he's actually made...Lunchboxes. Huh. They look good, too, because one of the things Katsuki is annoying good at is cooking. ]

Eat. [ The "Or Else" is very heavily implied even as he feeds you maybe your first decent meal in a while...is this a good or bad thing? ]

VI. THE STAY AT SCHOOL CLUB, MARTIAL ARTS VERSION

[ Other "resources" he wants to see if they'll give him: work out gear for martial arts or training in general. Katsuki spends most of his free time after hours in the Auditorium because it just seems like the least annoying place to sleep - they need to work on a place for that, goddamn - and while he doesn't have gear yet he can at least do stretches and repeated exercises there.

But it's not as good as a spar. Not like everyone here looks like they can take a punch, let alone throw one...but even a noodle is better than nothing. So anyone who comes into his line of sight is liable to get an irritated: ]

You. What the hell can you do in a fight? [ Specifically against him. He's bored. ]

VII. BODY

[ Yeah, that's fucked up and Katsuki doesn't look impressed. His eyes are narrowed as he looks on, arms crossed over his chest. The other "prizes" look dumb as fuck, but how are they supposed to take this? ]

We should probably buy that, I guess. Fuck. [ HE DOESN'T WANT TO BUY A BODY, but that's obviously the one thing out of place more than anything else. ]

WILD.

[ If you have other ideas or desires, please feel free to PM me or comment to my April plotting post (IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN A MARTIAL ARTS CLUB PLEASE COMMENT so he can find at least 5 other students; also if his INFORMAL STUDY GROUP has enough people he'll just ask for a club so they can get goddamn credit for it)! I am more than happy to accommodate things or write starters specific to people, and promise I am much nicer and easier to get along with than Katsuki is. He may storm off sometimes but I'm always happy to try to figure out a new meeting or such - he just has low amounts of patience. Various things he can be found doing: exploring, studying, actually doing his fucking homework, hanging out in the auditorium training, or in the home ec room sorting through things...he doesn't like to stay still. ]

VII

[closewithnewintown]

It... [no. that doesn't feel right, even if it isn't real.] She's not real, right? All the weird kids say she's just a doll...

[she says, as if their saying it doesn't make it automatically suspect just on its own. and as if actual dolls being alive isn't a thing she has literally dealt with more than once in her life.]

[comburst]

The only way we can find out is if we buy her. Doesn't seem like that fuckin' thing is breakable. [ And really, why waste their points on anything else? ]

We should see if we can pool our merits or something. [ That would make it easier to get...the body.......... ]

[closewithnewintown]

I'll help with that; I've been getting lots of points lately. [because she is Good.]

... What do we do after that, though?

[comburst]

Investigate, I guess?

[ Katsuki shrugs, the look of irritation on his face not for the kid but rather the body and the cat. ]

We need every bit of information we can wring out of this place.

vi;

[filialdeception]

...Just enough combat maneuvers to basically defend myself if it came to it, but I know I'll be lacking.

[ Yes and no, because things would be a different story entirely if he had a blade, and access to his abilities (which weren't like, amazing, but he could use them practically enough to do decent in a fight.) ]

Why do you ask?

[comburst]

Tch, whatever, that's good enough. I just need to move around some, and you'll learn something.

[ Katsuki, you can't just voluntell people into sparring...

Like, he can sure TRY, but it's not the done social thing usually. Try telling that to him, though. ]

[filialdeception]

...Oh, wait, are we doing this right now?

[ Finding someone to help him keep in shape wasn't a bad idea, honestly. But he'll put on an expression of mild surprise anyway. ]

[comburst]

When else?! It's not like we have shit to do until "school" tomorrow!

[ Katsuki's BORED and like hell he's going to let himself get out of shape! Only losers get out of shape! ]

v

[contrarily]

( up until this point, so pretty much all through spring break, she simply made do on the vending machine snacks. it's not too bad — certainly almost better than what she could eat back at home — but she has to say, after a while of eating nothing but chocolate and sweets, you start to crave something more... normal. some rice, maybe, or meat, or even a veggie, and she says that as a fruit person —

so, yeah, when he drags her into the home ec room, and promptly shoves her towards a table full of food, she's not complaining. well, save for screaming a lone 'what the hell' at first, but like — understandable, right? )

Hey, if you're gonna grab a girl off the hallway like that, at least warn her first! Sheesh. ( huffing, she glances from the boy to the table, where the food is on full display.

... that actually looks so nice... )

Wha... did you make this?! ( suddenly, all of his sins are forgiven. ) Are you a housewife?! ( say less, though — because she's already grabbing one of the lunchboxes and digging into it. yes, with fingers. )

[comburst]

[ Honestly. He's probably well on his way to being the world's best housewife, personality and goals aside? Katsuki cleans, he cooks, he keeps himself and others to a strict schedule...hell, he can do pretty much anything he puts his mind to (including probably sewing and other household activities). Still, he scoffs at the question because he just doesn't like the implication...

He's a hero, okay?! Not a housewife! Two entirely different occupations! ]

This isn't even really fancy shit. It's not like they have anything beyond simple ingredients. [ If he had Fancy ingredients and tools, he could do even better! Not like he didn't make this stuff up to his exacting standards... ] But if they're not gonna fucking feed us, we have to make due.

[contrarily]

( that's convenient, because she happens to lack in housewife qualities? she can paint his nails before he goes to clean, though... or something. either way, sitting here with all this food and him on her side feels a little... familiar, for some reason. she can't recall specifics, but even the meal itself tastes like something she might've had before — or something similar to it, anyway.

anyway... these two aren't mutually exclusive! )

I mean, I'm not complaining. This beats the chips from the vending machine! ( just in case he didn't know.

that said, she finishes one lunchbox and sneaks her hand towards another... ) True. I'm sooo hungry... I feel like I'm gonna die... !

( so please let her have another?! also this might or might not be true, but, listen. )

[comburst]

[ He can see begging in action. His friends are always trying to get him to cook for them these days - but Katsuki just rolls his eyes. ]

Eat up. If any of us drop dead because of hunger it's just gonna be fuckin' embarrassing.

VI.

[cicadashell]

Looking for one?

[That's not answering the question, but Jiro wants to know this will be worth his time, and that this guy doesn't want to discuss fighting techniques or shit like that. He looks down at Katsuki and smirks. It's meant to incite.]

I'll fucking kick your ass.

[comburst]

You can fuckin' try.

[ The only time Katsuki really smiles these days is when he's fighting or about to fight. It's always mean and halfway feral...

But that's just because it's what he prefers to be doing to pointless bullshit. ]

iii

[dereban]

Good enough for me.

[She certainly doesn't mind taking notes since it's something that she's pretty skilled at. Which means that it's time to draw some diagrams.]

Have you done this sort of thing before? [Dissection, she means, obviously.]

[comburst]

I've taken biology before. [ So yes, but mostly on things like frogs. Never on his own time - he doesn't have an interest in dissection outside of what he has to do for school. ]

It's not like it's hard, but some people are too damn squeamish.

[dereban]

Aah, yeah, there are a lot of people like that, unfortunately...

[She can't help but be reminded of one of her friends back home; someone who would be absolutely be disgusted at the idea of dissecting them.]

Thankfully you won't get that from me.

[Just going to wave her hand dismissively to emphasize that.]

[comburst]

Good. Can't be bothered to comfort anyone.

[ Also: he doesn't know how. He grabs the scalpel to get started though. ]

V

[whiteshroud]

[Well when Jun was wandering the halls exploring, he wasn't expecting to be grabbed and shoved into a room. Considering he's 5'3" and petite, he's more than easy to toss around]

W-Whoa!

[While he was bracing for a beating, he's caught off guard when he's instead shoved to a table...with food. Food that looks really good. What???]

Uh...

[He looks at Bakugou. Jeez, he looks like he could belong to a gang. Which admittedly, isn't a disqualifier for a good cook in Jun's eyes. Still...]

...This isn't poisoned, is it?

[comburst]

[ Yeah, Katsuki definitely isn't the type of guy who bothers to drag people into secluded classrooms to kick them around (...anymore...) so Jun is remarkably unharmed.

Though the other boy crosses his arms and looks furious at the suggestion. ]

What the fuck? No! I wouldn't waste food to kill you! I'd just hit you over the head with a chair or something.

[







This is why 1A doesn't let Katsuki talk to people. ]

[whiteshroud]

[Amazingly despite looking like someone that Bakugou could easily break over his knee, Jun doesn't look nearly as intimidated by his anger than someone of his stature probably should. Instead he just bites his lip and thinks about that.]

Hm, true.

[With that concern out of the way (????), Jun will grab the chopsticks and take a bite of the lunch.]

Mm, this is good...!

WILDCARD because I can

[dangertohands]

[Waking up in this place was strange, if waking up was the correct term for it. Weirder still to have memories of this school and feeling like he was walking the halls for the first time in his life. Shoto doesn't know if he is okay with it or if he just wants to go back home right then and there.

With frog in hand, he takes his time checking things out after classes end. There's a familiar mop of blond hair that makes him blink a few times. Has he been here the whole time? Thinking back on that would cause a headache for sure.]

Bakugou.

I'd like to work somewhere not medical during a pandemic so I'm more on time...

[comburst]

[ Honestly, it's only surprising the first person he recognizes here isn't Deku because that's usually his dumb luck. Shouto is the second person he lease wants to see so there's an annoyed noise but he does slow down for a voice he recognizes and his own name, turning around with that narrowed gaze.

Why the fuck does Shouto have a frog? Ugh, whatever. ]

Icyhot.

It's a rough field to be in for sure right now

[dangertohands]

[The frog is just there. Pretend it doesn't exist until addressed.]

Is it strange to have memories of you here, but seeing you for the first time just now?

[Please tell him he's not going crazy and this is normal?]