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Authors Note:
Let's be honest, if the door is big to accommodate growth quirks, why exactly are the desks still small?
Monday, April 2nd, 2136, 06:32.
"Look, it's been a long time since I've gone to school, I forgot they start at 08:00, okay? Besides, this gives me time to figure out where the hell the classroom is." Síat pushed open the front entrance.
I realize that, but you're giving mad Freshman Nerd vibes, kid.
"Shut up, En, you don't get to use that word. Only WE get to use that word!" Síat looked up. "Perfect. Signs. Everywhere. There goes the 'trying to navigate' excuse."
"Gods damn, that's a bigass door..." Síat actually found himself craning his neck to look up at the top of the door to class 1-A.
I think that's to accommodate students with growth quirks. Nana supplied helpfully.
"Oh, that makes sense. So there's probably going to be a desk or two that's more like a dining table, then..." Síat slid the door open and stepped into the empty room. "Huh... Any other theories, ma?"
「I was right.」 A hobo-looking man slid out of a yellow sleeping bag from behind the teacher's desk. 「When Nezu told me he had to forge your records, I had a feeling you'd make the mistake of coming early. Let me guess, the construction site you worked at in Ireland began operating at half 6, is that right?」 He picked up the sleeping bag.
「Uhh... Yeah? Sorry... Sensei?」
「I'm not your sensei for another hour and sixteen minutes. I'm just a guy whose nap you spoiled. Stay in here or hang out in the quad until 8, I don't care which. I'm going to go make myself coffee.」 He started for the door, but stopped at its threshold. 「I pulled the security footage from the train after the exam. You illegally used your quirk. But you did it without violence. Rational. Somewhat. Just be careful. You can't afford to be reckless this close to being licensed. I've got my eye on you, problem child.」He slid the door shut behind him.
"Oh my shit..."
Good news, he thinks you're somewhat rational. Banjo teased.
"Oh, sod off, you're named after a hic instrument..."
Okay, hurtful...
Seven distinct laughs filled his head, followed after an obvious fight of suppression by Banjo's.