MHA:Kaito Kuroyama

The Silent Entrance ?Kaito Kuroyama found his desk—the back-left corner—a geographical advantage he’d noted immediately on the class roster. He slipped into the heavy wooden chair moments before the buzzer sounded, an anchor of silence amidst the chaotic buzz of excited first-years. The classroom was too bright, too loud, and far too fragrant with the distinct, electric ozone smell that accompanied powerful Quirks being subtly activated and tested. ?His jet-black hair was a sharp contrast to the pale yellow light of the classroom, and his crimson eyes seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. A few of his new classmates had already noticed him. The boy with spiky red hair (Kirishima, Kaito’s eidetic memory supplied) gave a sharp, friendly nod, but Kaito only offered a stiff, barely perceptible dip of his chin in return. He couldn't afford to engage; engagement meant proximity, and proximity amplified the sensory assault. ?The smells were the worst: cheap plastic, the faint metallic tang of the ventilation system, and, underlying it all, the rich, varied spectrum of human metabolism. Every surge of adrenaline from nervous chatter, every beat of a fast heart, translated into a dizzying rush for Kaito’s Vampire senses. He gripped the edge of his desk, forcing his hands to remain steady and his breath even. ?Suddenly, the door slid open, revealing their homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, bundled in his sleeping bag. ?“I’m Shota Aizawa. Your teacher. Now, get into your gym clothes and meet me outside.” ?