A place of rest [Futaba + Open]

Fu remembered there was a thing she had to go to. It was like a class, right? With that weird lab teacher from the first day? Not that it mattered too much. Fu was not feeling the best and decided that she was taking the day off. She would apologize to the teacher when she saw them again but no reason to tax her head even more. Fu never took days off back home but her mother always said that if her quirk was giving her a migraine that she should just rest for a bit. That and headache medication.

She had spent most of the day just laying on her bed, occasionally working on some homework. Some of that homework included working on a hero costume. An active headache medication dispenser was one of the things she wanted to include in the costume. Fu was mostly lost in her own world when she heard a audible thud. Getting up from her bed, she threw the little sketch book she had onto the desk, she peaked out of her door. A boy she had not seen before was standing at a door a few meters down from her room. Stepping out of her room, she walked over to the new boy. Giving him a concerned look, Fu asked somewhat confused

"A-Are you okay? D-do you need some help?"

"Nnnnnn~"

Mikaku stretched out as he walked out of the support research labs wing, he had unintentionally worked longer than what was in character for him. As he was free today, that was fine, really, but as a person who's no.1 policy in life was not to work too hard and have as much fun as possible, he felt like he was upsetting that quota too much by actually behaving like a student from a prestigious school. Okay, well the new assignment they had was hard, alright? He had to come up with some kind of concoction to prevent hypothermia in ice quirks so he had been experimenting but nothing was safe enough for people...who weren't him to try out. He was fully intending on finding the 1st year student who had helped him out before to try out the said tonic when he was done but...today wasn't the day that would happen, Hailstorm-kun would have to wait just a bit longer~!

That didn't mean he couldn't have fun today though, seeing as he was already in the school grounds and it was after school, (5pm to be exact) he was sure he could find something fun to get involved in. Hey! How about he went to the 1st year A dorm and visited all his cute little kouhai like he had promised a few weeks ago? That sounded like an amazing plan!! In high spirits (like usual, this was Mikaku Dokumi's default setting) the third year made his way to the area the dorms were, and let himself into the building by using a keycard that had been modified for the system to think he was all the 3 years, it was a hack one of his classmates had made- whoa, it actually worked? The guy was a genius... even if the keypad did beep in a weird way and flash but well the door opened and that was all that mattered, right? Clearly breaching security was a thing H students liked doing just to test their abilities. He'd have to give feedback tomorrow when he saw the guy in the labs!

Mikaku looked around- nothing seemed to have changed since he had visited these dorms back when he was in 1st year, though it seemed the walls had been given a paint job. He made his way further into the building, wondering where everyone was- these egar first years were all still training? Damn... But that was when he heard voices from the corridor and made his way towards the source of sound to see a tall guy and...Fu-chan. The guy wasn't in uniform, who was this guy?

"Hey hey~"

He called out as he approached the duo. Upon closer inspection, the guy was bleeding from a gash on his head and Fu-chan was looking rather worried.

"Afternoon Fu-chan! Looking as cute as ever! And uh...dude are you ok? Who are you? Are you a first year?"

On instinct he was already pulling out a vital of dark red liquid from his pocket as he spoke, before downing it in one, his eyes shifting to a bright magenta. Ugh, he was used to the pain but... wasn't there a way to make these things not taste of anything?

Taka's eyes darted away from the small girl and to the man coming down the hallway. He could slowly feel himself begin to back up away from the man as he continued to approach. Listening to his questioning, he saw the man go into his pocket, before pulling something out and drinking it. He could feel his breathing become more erratic as he witnessed the man's eyes shift to a diffrent colour. Instincually, he could feel his stub begin to grow into a point, thankfully hidden away by his hanging sleeve.

Suddenly, he heard the girl interject within the line of questioning. He watched as she approached him without hesitation. Taka noted the woman give a quick look down the hallways, as if checking for something, before she strode confidently up to the man. He listened into their conversation in silence, still trying to gauge if this 'Dokumi-san' was a threat to him or not. Slowly Taka lifted his hand to his face, wiping the blood away from his forehead. He looked down at the sleeve of his shirt, and silently cursed himself for getting blood on his kimnono, before he looked up to see the girl standing before him, her arm outstreached with his keys in his hand.

As she introduced herself, Hone's eyes looked between her and the boy who had joined them. Slowly, he reached out and took the keys from her hand, keeping his spike hidden behind him. He wanted to believe that he would be safe within these grounds, but in the few hours he'd been here, he'd already had a teacher attempt to kill him, so he wasn't taking any chances. He quickly withdrew his hand with the keys before looking down to Futaba.

"My name is Taka Hone. I'm also a first year, but I missed the opening ceramony and I only just got in today..."

Fu wondered why Taka missed the opening ceremony. She had not heard of students getting admitted later into the school. Some people can transfer but that seemed to be a rare occurrence. When she met with her sensei, she told Fu that people have a slight chance of transferring into the school. The opposite was much easier according to her sensei. They said that people can leave or get "expelled" a lot easier at U.A. Expelled was framed to her a bit differently than what she was used to. People could get expelled for more than just breaking rules. One of the key things that was talked to her about was if the teachers thought a student was not performing at the level needed to succeed in the school. It was a very confusing standard that made little sense to the girl.

"Nice to meet you, Hone-san. May I ask where you are from? I'm from Otaru which is about an hour away from Sapporo." Fu gave another small bow before watching Mika do whatever he was doing. She was not sure what he was doing and rather not ask. Fu was not one to pry about those sort of things.

"We should totally hang out. I hang out in the music club room a lot. I doubt Ryuu-chan knows that place exists." She gave off a smallish giggle. She was comfortable around Mika. He was nice to her and he seemed to actually mean it. "Oh y-yeah. Welcome to 1-A!"

"No probs, no probs! Sorry I just kinna stuck my finger on your head haha I probably should have explained what I was doing, you probably thought I was some weirdo wanting to spread blood borne diseases or something...Ta da~ The useful part of my quirk for you guys! Healing blood~ Well...I could have licked it better too but I think you actually would have punched me if I did that hah~"

Mikaku laughed to himself, shaking his head when the kid thanked him in a overly formal way. He could tell from the first year's body language he was super nervous, well, maybe that wasn't the right word, reallllly on edge, like a porcupine. Spikey. Prickly. Yeah that was the best way to describe it. It was probably because it was the guy's first day and he managed to get into a bit of an issue in front of Futaba. Probably. Maybe. Or maybe the kid was always like this. Well not that it mattered to Mikaku ultimately! He didn't wanna be THAT overbearing guy who poked his nose into everyone's business! But being someone who was always looking at the looks on everyone's faces around him, he couldn't help but notice, though he just acted like he didn't by turning to Futaba instead now.

"Yeah sure thing~ Music club room huh? I'll drop by sometime! Oh yeah you said you play music huh? I have to go hear you play!"

He nodded. Of course he knew all the rooms in UA! He listened to the two talk about Hokkaido, he had visited a few times in the past but wasn't it mainly just snow and mountains there? OH! And the sea! And more snow! Mikaku was rubbing his fingers together to stop the blood an his skin was starting to repair itself of the puncture wounds.

Taka listened intently to the third year as he began talking about his quirk and his healing blood. Hone raised his hand to attempt to clean off the dry blood as best he could with his sleeve, as he began nodding his head in acknowledgement.

"I see. So does your quirk work with all your body fluids then?" Hone asked sincerely as Mikaku made the comment around licking his wound to heal it. Suddenly Taka's mind began rushing with ideas. If it worked with his blood and saliva, would it work with his other body fluids, like his bile? If he attempted to vomit, would he instantly feel better without having to throw up? If he would have to resort to it, could he urinate on someone to heal them? Granted, it wasn't very "hero-like", but a hero had to save as many lives as they could. Could he piss on a stab wound to seal it up? And speaking of sealing wounds, how can he actually get the blood out of his body? If he gets cut, surely the blood would heal the cut that it came from instantly. Granted, Taka saw him use some kind of epee pen, but was that specially made to make sure that the wound stayed open? Instead of merely cutting the wound, did it implant some kind of micro-tubing to make sure the wound stayed open to allow the blood to be used? And speaking of being used, why is he not consistently in the hospital, just healing people? Granted, he was learning to be a hero, so that's probably what he WOULD do, but just imagine what it would have been like before quirk rights came into effect. He'd be locked down with his blood sucked out of him through as many tubes as they could without running him dry, force-feeding him that liquid that he ingested before he did it. Yes, it would be hell on earth for him, but think of the potential millions that could be saved. Was the suffering of one man worth the saving of thousands?

Hone made a mental note to check of "Hero Ethics" was on his class schedule. It had the potential for an exceptional class project...

Suddenly his eyes moved back to Futaba as they began talking about Hokkaido again, a small smile on his face began to show itself as Himura confirmed his suspicions of her lineage.

"Yes, my father worked with them a few times before his retirement. He said they had a few children around my age. I'm assuming the other would be this "Ryuu-chan" you two are speaking of?" Hone asked, as he made another mental note to remember to call his father when he got a free moment to tell him he'd arrived safely.