Good Morning Shiketsu!

Ryusei wore a mischievous smile as he entered the halls of Shiketsu. Ah, it's been a while, hasn't it. Walking through the halls, he admired the changes done to the school after he had graduated from his class. Oh, that water fountain wasn't there before. Ooh, that room was renovated, hm? It didn't have those windows before. And... is... is that a fridge? With legs? As he slinked by students and staff, he saw a very tired looking janitor mopping up the floor. The janitors' uniforms haven't changed since he left! How nostalgic! He tapped the poor janitor on his shoulder, while piping up rather cheerfully.

"Hey, ya got an extra uniform somewhere?"

"...Like... like... a janitor's uniform? Uh, check the closet. We might have one of those there. Err. Why're you asking me for one? You a janitor?" The janitor gave Ryusei a confused look. Ryusei stopped and winced internally, realizing how stupid he's about to sound.

"I wanna play a joke on my students. I'm a new hire here. Rosie sends her regards...?"

"...right. Um. Good luck. With...all that."

The janitor awkwardly shifted away to mop up an empty room. Ryusei now felt VERY self conscious and VERY sheepish. He facepalmed, and questioned to himself if it was a good idea to do this. He sighed, shrugged, and briskly walked into the janitor's room. It really did bring him back to the old days, when he'd sneak by hall monitors by hiding in janitorital closets to skip classes, for his dear old Auntie of course! He rummaged through the supplies, finding a slightly baggy janitorial outfit. He threw it over his clothes, and quickly exited the closet as quickly as he entered. Inconspicuously brandishing a wooden sword with a very well attached mop head, he continued to mosey through the Shiketsu halls, looking for his homeroom class. As he traveled the halls, he couldn't help but get into the janitor act. He mopped with his swordmop, swept with his swordbroom, he even cleaned some of the glass casings with some Magiclean glass cleaner.

"Clean as a whistle." He adjusted the janitor cap on his head as he looked around for his homeroom. It was strangely therapeautic, and in fact, he was even beginning to hum and whistle to himself as he cleaned up some hallways on his way to the class.

"Man... my memory ain't too great, huh? I wonder if anyone knows where 1-D is?" He rubbed his stubbly chin as he silently spoke to himself. He yawned and continued humming to himself. "Hmm hmm hmm hmm~~ Hit me baby one more time...!~" It'd be helpful if he could find faculty he was familiar with. On second thought, it'd be really embarrassing if anyone he knew saw him in this outfit while singing an english pop song. Like someone from 2-D. It'd be alright if it was one of the relatively quieter ones, like Yako or Chris. Though, he wouldn't want to tarnish his image in front of Chris more than he already has. It'd be more troublesome if it was someone like Inigo. Oh yeah. No offense to the kid. He's a bit of a blabbermouth though. Worst case scenario, it was Roseth-

"...Ryusei? Is that you?"

"...eh?"

He froze in place, before slowly turning around. Ah. It was Rosethorn. Ryusei could not hide his mortified expression as he looked down at his get-up, then back at Rosethorn's face, who just sort of gawked at him.

"A-Aiko. How're... how're the kids?"

"..."

"Listen. I can explain."

"Did you get the wrong job description, Ryusei? I thought Anzu--"

"Wait. I, ehm, no. I just wanted to, uh, play a joke on. Ya know. My. Students." Ryusei mumbled awkwardly, fumbling with "his" uniform.

Silence. Ryusei felt a bead of cold sweat drip down his face.

"Pfft." Rosethorn stifled a laugh.

"Alright. C'mon. Joke's over. I get it. I look ridiculous." He threw his hands up in the air, letting his swordmop drop to the floor while his face slowly turned flush.

"You know, Ryusei, most teachers usually want to leave a GOOD impression on their students." She puts on her hands on her hips, a smirk beaming on her face.

"Well, whaddya mean? Wouldn't it leave a helluva impression if I came to one of the students in this get-up and scared the daylights outta one of 'em? Right?" Ryusei mumbled a retort with a face red from embarrassment, pulling the cap over his head.

This only served to make Rosethorn laugh even harder, as she shook her head.

"Idiot. Just take off the damn janitor uniform."

"You're not gonna let me live this down, are ya? Yeah, I won't lie, I don't know what the hell I was thinking." Ryusei stripped the janitor's clothes from his outfit underneath, hopping on one foot while taking off the blue janitorial pants. Once he finished, he just tossed them into a nearby bucket.

"Maybe. But, on a more serious note, I'm glad to see you're in high spirits. I'll see you at lunch, okay? Good luck out there, champ." Rosethorn playfully punched his arm and walked off in the direction of her class.

"...Ouch. Don't tell Chris!" Ryusei rubbed his now throbbing arm. What the hell were they feeding her in the Aiko residency? Even her playful punches hurt.
"And ya didn't even tell me where 1-D was. Goddammit." Well. It was time to ask a random kid, I guess. Ryusei wandered around a bit, until he found a small looking molerat kid with a funny little mustache.

"Oi. Molerat kid, know where the 1-D homeroom is? I'm trying get to my students."

"Hrm? Oh, you're talking to me? 'Fraid I'm not a kid, sir. I'm an adult male, heheh. And, yeah, it's just down that hallway, to the left."

"...I am so so sorry. Thank you very much." Ryusei gulped and bowed, then immediately spedwalked in the direction that the kind mole gentleman pointed out.

"Ah, but let me introduce--myself. There he goes. Well, I'll suppose I'll see him later!" Michelson simply shrugged walked off in the other direction.

To be honest, Ryusei was really craving a cigarette right now, probably the anxiety talking but he was really itching for a puff. However, there was absolutely no way he was going to smoke on company grounds (this is a lie). The craving was probably the reason for his erratic behavior though. Maybe being a nic fiend had its downsides. As he stiffly walked over to the classroom doors, he reached in his pocket and took out a cigarette, shoving it in his mouth. He closed his eyes and chewed on its butt before he opened up the doors to the classroom.

"Mornin', class."

QUESTIONNAIRE TIME

Once all the students were settled in, Ryusei took his feet off the desk and stood up, brushing himself off. He coughs into his hand and looks around, ascertaining the class.

"Alright then kids. First things first. The name's Ryusei Sugiyama, Hero Name, Smokin' Sexy. If you haven't heard of me, good. I'm underground, so you won't be seeing my pretty face on any newspapers any time soon. Kidding."

"Sexy-sense--" A young man who's visage is masked with a helmet calls out very abruptly.

"For the love of God, PLEASE don't call me that. It makes my skin crawl. Just use Sugiyama-sensei, or Smokin'-sensei, or whatever suits your fancy. Just not that. Now, what's your question?"

"Will we be introducing ourselves?" The young man blurts out his response once Ryusei finished.

"Good timing! Yes, you will. I have attendance right... here. I'll call up your names in alphabetical order, and you'll write your name on this chalkboard, state a few fun facts about yourself, or something cool. I dunno. World's your oyster. And once you're done with that, take one of these." He holds up a stack of papers.

"Anyone wanna guess what these are?"

A few of the students murmur, before one yells out "A questionnaire!" A ditzy looking girl with brown hair answers cheerfully.

"Huh. That was fast. Yeah, a questionnaire. Damn, how'd ya know? Did Rosie say something...? Err, but, yeah, bingo. This is mainly for me to see what kinda kids I'm dealing with, but you'll all be receiving an A for effort if you answer as truthfully as possible. Thoughts, questions, concerns? No? Let's begin then."

QUESTION ZERO (This isn't a question on the questionnaire, but more a prompt for the students):
How would your build introduce themselves to the class? What would they say? What would be going through their mind as they introduce them to their new classmates?

QUESTION ONE:
What is a hero to you? What drives you to be a hero? Are there any heroes that you look up to? If not, what are your criticisms of the world of heroes?

"This one's obvious. I also stole it off Rosie. She won't mind."

QUESTION TWO:
How do you feel about certain homeroom teachers taking five minute smoke breaks?

"Uhh..."

QUESTION THREE:
Which of your fellow classmates do you think you'll get along with the best, and which do you think the worst? Don't forget why! This will not change your seating arrangement.

"I won't snitch. I also stole this one from Rosie."

QUESTION FOUR:
How do you feel about your quirk? Do you enjoy using it? Do you dislike it? Is there anything about it you would change? What about fighting? How do you feel about fighting? With or without your quirk? How does it make you feel to engage in fisticuffs with another being?

"Everyone's gotta have a hangup or two. Don't be shy."

QUESTION FIVE:
If you were to schedule your perfect day tomorrow, what would it look like?

"Don't spare any details."

FINAL QUESTION:
What is your most cherished memory? Did you share it with others? Or was it in a moment of quiet introspection? How did it affect you as a person? Is it painful to look back on now?

"Alright, kids. If you finish early, chat with your friends, get to know each other. When you leave, just leave the questionnaires on my desk. Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna open a window and take a puff real quick."