❛ ... ❜ the sound of a ringing bell echoed through the hallways of the school, loud and obnoxious as always, but it made sure that the students and faculty knew that lunchtime had arrived. for hours, a young man sat with his hands folded upon the desk while watching each tick of the clock’s hands, counting each second until he was lost in his thoughts. it wasn’t until the ringing began did he return to face reality and collect his belongings. thankfully, no one had noticed his lack of concentration, be that they could not find a reason to care or they had better things to do than tattle on him. the latter was rather hard to believe but there was no need to question it now when that the class was done.
as usual, the lunchroom was packed with students of all shapes and sizes, each one having more of an interesting quirk than the last. but they shared the same goal: to become a hero. none of their dreams were original, he could query one student and receive the same answer from the next. it was nearly pathetic to think about but then again, this was the reason behind the creation of the school. to train and mold children into perfect heroes that could one day defeat villains. for denki, he wanted no such thing. he agreed to pose as a student in need of guidance, wanting nothing more than to learn of how to become a hero, and win the trust of his classmates and superiors. which was the reason for denki’s presence in the school, his main objective was to collect information about the professional heroes and students then pass it all along to — ❛ hey monoma, this seat taken ? ❜