Eventually, we made it through the teachers dorms, and into the school. We traveled down the halls, where students stood around and talked, or just scrolled through their phones. As we walked, I could feel multiple pairs of eyes on me, and I could hear the hushed whispers. But I ignored it. Eraserhead, at one point, turned his head to look back at me, probably to see how I was doing. But I was unbothered, keeping my expression blank and cold. I wasn't really planning on making friends. Ok, look, Eraserhead is a different story, alright? "Good." The adult muttered to himself, then faced forward as we kept walking. The whole way to class, it was silent--except for the whispers, of course.
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Once we got there, Eraserhead stopped in front of the door, and turned to me, his hands in his pockets still. "Before we go in, you will be meeting someone else. He's another student, and he's been transferred from general studies to our class, 1-A." I nodded in understanding, curious about this student. "Ah, there he is." He turned his head to the left, nodding in greeting to the newcomer. I followed his gaze as well, met with the sight of a tall, violet-haired, purple-eyed male, dressed in the school uniform as well. He was walking toward us, and once he was beside Eraser, I could see bags under his eyes. I could also tell that I was about half an inch shorter than him, so we were close to the same height, but not quite there. He studied me for a moment, before covering the back of his neck, head slightly tilted to the side, while his free hand was outstretched. "Hitoshi Shinso. Pleasure to meet you." I don't really do physical contact, but it would be rude to ignore it, so I took his hand. "Kiyoshi Kenji. And the pleasure's all mine." We shook our hands once, and then pulled them back, studying each other. His eyes were mainly on my scar, but he didn't ask, so I didn't mind. "I wanted you two to meet because one, you're both in my class, and two, you're quirks are similar." Eraserhead spoke after some silence, looking back and forth between us. He gestured to Hitoshi. "Mind control for him." He then looked at me. "And nerve control for you." Wait--mind control? That....well, that's a damn powerful quirk! Hitoshi looked at me again. "Nerve Control, huh? Let me guess. You can control the nervous system of someone's body." I nodded. "And you can control someone's mind, which means you can control their every moment as well, correct?" He nodded back. We technically have the same quirk, and they do the same thing, but in different ways. His, through the mind, and mine, through the nervous system. So how would we fair in a sparring match? However, I pushed that thought aside as the bell rung. "Now, let's head in, you two." We both nodded, and followed him into the class, taking the empty seats-which were, oddly enough, right beside each other. "Settle down, problem children. You've all got some learning to do."