Lixdite Aquila Class Intro Answers

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?

Looking at the girl that just finished her introduction, the serpent can't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity; unlike with other times he is able to discern the reason. "She looks like one of my cousins, or was it uncles? Anyway, I was surrounded by people with bird quirks; of course she looks familiar. Grampa kept telling me the stories of how our family has a lot of branches that don't even know each other and that some of them were important people, but I'm pretty sure he was just talking about prehistory or something."
Lixdite stands up and slowly walks to the front of the class, doing his best not to meet anyone's gaze. He can't write kanji yet, so he will write normal letters, "Aquila Lixdite" remembering at least the order. "What do I even say? Hello, I am the reason why everyone is on edge; also, I can feel when you hurt and get stronger when you bleed! yay. I don't even know half the words for that sentence anyway. Let's go with minmalism, not that I can do much else, at least nobody ran away yet, that's an improvement over the last time"
He starts his introduction with an emotionless face and almost deadpan tone. "Nice to meet you. I can't speak well yet, sorry for the trouble. I like games and books I guess?" He pauses for a moment. "I am not from America; people keep asking, don't know why. Hope the year is good? I am not good at this." With one last sigh, he absentmindedly wipes the board with his tail without turning around, the normal cloud of chalk lingers around the tail instead of dispersing and is transported to the eraser where it settles.
Walking back to his seat, he forgets to avoid his classmate's eyes and simply slips into his seat at the back, not looking at the next person that is about to stand up. *"They must all be some level of nervous, the last thing they need is my aura to mess up the flow. If I don't look at them they won't look at me right? It should help. I can't read what they write anyway."

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Lixdite stares at the piece of paper in front of him, the foreign characters mixing into a kind of word soup. At least there is a romanji translation and he can use the phone he set up to find words he doesn't recognize, it's a questionary not a test he can't be accused of cheating.
"Maybe I should get some visor glasses. How expensive would they be with just a translation function?" Lixdite takes the executive decision to write the answers in English first, then try to translate them if he has the time.

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?
"Starting with the easy questions, I see, because of course a bunch of teens are going to have a real good idea of this. I shouldn't be too bitter, most people come here because they want to be a hero for a long time already, I am the exception, again."
I don't know what it means to be a hero, I know what I wanted it to mean. Helping others because it's the right thing to do, saving people, making people happy, being someone they can rely on. The short time I have been here, and the mountain of tests and exams, made me realize there is more to it than just that. The fame and glory never mattered to me, I liked helping people just because I could but I never wanted to be a hero, but in this case I guess that being a hero would allow me to help more people, and sadly I know the world is full of people that need help. There is no hero I particularly look up to, the big names are all the same to me, and the ones helping people without recognition are no less admirable, but I never found one that I consider above the others. I used to think heroes were perfect, because of that I was sure I could never be one, but perfection doesn't exist. I have some criticisms about heroes now, but I can't put them into words. I am just confused for now, many of the things I was sure of are slowly crumbling around me. Maybe in the future I will be able to point out the reason, but right now all I can say is that I feel a lot of the so-called heroes really are not heroes.

QUESTION TWO:
How do you feel about certain homeroom teachers taking five-minute smoke breaks?
"This doesn't look like a professional question. It could be a trick question." Lixdite looks at his teacher, a new cigarette already in his mouth after he finished the last one, in his defense, it's not lit yet. "Yeah, it's not a trick question."
Smoke is bad for your health and all that, but teachers are adults and have circumstances that date way farther than I was born. If they need a break, so be it; I am sure most of my classmates will be overjoyed, I don't mind. Withdrawal symptoms are scary too, so it's better to miss 5 minutes and risk looking a bit unprofessional than to be on edge the whole day and risk making way worse mistakes. Should you really be asking this to your students sensei? If this is a clever way to manage expectations, you can color me impressed, but I am afraid it may leave a bad impression on some other students. Not me, I think it was funny.

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.
"Well, I really don't know about that, I can read people pretty well but I can't read the future."
I don't think I am able to predict who I will get along with the best, I simply lack the knowledge and previous experiences for it, I am not used to interacting with others this much, or in a positive way. Most of the class seems fine, they have yet to cause a scene because of me and they all resist my aura surprisingly well, or at least don't show a reaction to it. Following standard logic I should get along best with someone that shares my interests, so games books and myth other stuff, but I don't know if standard logic applies to friendship. I will try my best regardless, it's the least I can do. As with everything there are exceptions, and in this case it's Isao Mitarai-kun I think his name was. He practically self-elected himself class rep; he drones on and on about rules nobody even remembers or cares about and promises to make our school life worse. Did he really think that would endear him to anyone? I don't want to judge a book by its cover and brand him as unsufferable from the beginning, but I can already tell it will not be easy dealing with him. Is it problematic for me to say I hate the class rep? Probably, I shouldn't tell a teacher. Am I going to make it known anyway? Yes, I will; it's not like I will be able to hide it anyway. I think it's best to be honest in these situations, something I suspect he is not doing. And I don't mean the mask, I don't care about that.

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?
"Another easy question. I'm glad this isn't graded."
My quirk is many things, it has caused me no end of problems, and I spent most of my life up to now wondering why I even had it. But it's a part of me, and by now I would still keep it. It's supposedly powerful, not much is known about it despite the extensive tests I had to take, and it's hard to control, but I am used to it, and I can use it for good too. I can help people, and I love flying and searching for high places. I honestly cannot imagine my life without it, I use my quirk in all kinds of situations because I trained to control it instead of making it run wild, it's going to activate anyway so I may as well decide how. Many of the things I do are instinctive and subconcious, and some parts of it are out of my control, but I am doing my best to make it work anyway. Fighting is liberating; I don't have to hold back my emotions during it so I can be more myself. There is something inside me that tells me I should like fighting, that I should fight more, be stronger, but I don't think it's that important, It is a necessary part of protecting and helping others so I want to be good at it. Fighting can be a form of communication; some cultures even had it as a ritual. It is an important part of life that should not be ignored, and I am surprisingly good at it considering I had no formal training. I want to improve, but sometimes I do wonder why, or if I really should.

QUESTION FIVE:
If you were to schedule your perfect day tomorrow, what would it look like?
"Man I don't know what I will do today, how the hell should I know what I will do tomorrow?"
As I already mentioned I don't think perfection exists. I am also not good at schedules but that's secondary. A good day would start with getting ready in the morning, meditating on the roo for a bit before going to school. Not getting lost having to ask for directions, not making anyone faint or run away from my mere presence, not being called a monster, sitting in class and understanding at least 70% of what the teacher is saying (I want to be optimistic here) making it to the end of the day without getting sent to detention because I looked at the blackboard wrong. Going to the cafeteria and finding something I can actually eat without making a mess, maybe eating in peace on the roo somewhere isolated unless my classmates feel like tolerating my presence (Let's be real, they don't). Go to the dormitory to prepare for the rest of the day, read a bit, play some games, and wander around the city looking for high places to rest on. Go back for the night, study a bit, read something in japanese (or attempt to anyway) enjoy the night sky from the ro window, sleep. This is the best I can do. Yes, I am alone for most of it, I did say I am not used to other people. If I had friends, they would be in there somewhere, but I don't. I think taking life as it happens is better, not one day at a time, that's a bit much, but in short bursts.

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?
*"How do I answer this? I am a bit embarrassed, but Mom's book is probably the closest. There is also the kite. And learning how to fly. What does it mean as a memory? A single moment or a series of events? The book probably fits more."
My mother gave me a book; it was a normal book about some local myths and legends, Greek and Roman stuff mostly. I only realized it recently but that book was much more important to me than I gave it credit for. It was the start of everything, I just never connected the dots until now, maybe she already did. From that book I got my passion for reading and my general tendency to investigate stuff (more than I should maybe), and it introduced me to the world of mythology, which I now find myself in. I have the whole series now, like a little encyclopedia of legends, and thanks to that I think I figured out what my quirk is. I guess this is a retroactively important memory? I am getting too philosophical here. The book is not the only important part, my mother also read it to me when I was too young, now that I think about it I don't know what she was thinking giving a book to a kid that can't read but it's just another strange thing about my mom, like the name she gave me.

After finishing the questionnaire, Lixdite stares at it for a couple of seconds, not really reading it, just looking at it. Then he starts referencing his English draft with the dictionary on his phone and starts writing the Japanese version of the questions under each one. He gets about the first question done and a bit of the second before class is over, and he leaves the paper on the desk of the teacher with a small note at the end: Sorry for the English; I tried.

Clarifications: Since this is very early in the year, these opinions are very much about to change. Lixdite doesn't know what Ryusei is like as a hero; he doesn't know about how incredibly commercial heroism is, he has not studied his (origin) properly, and he has yet to come up with the name Teocoatl. He just started suspecting some of these things.
The part about Tsuyoi at the start is mostly a joke about how important family is to Lixdite and how his grandfather made him believe that everyone is family if you search hard enough. I just found it funny that she also has a bird quirk in her family when Lixdite's whole family is various types of bird quirks.