Southpaw’s Introduction Survey

“Yagami Kirako. Come on up,” the new sensei calls her name. Kirako looks up from the page she had been using to draw at her desk. She had barely heard any of the other student introductions. Students looking from the other desks besides hers’ would see a pencil sketch of a dead cow with its chest up in the air and ribs poking out from a giant hole. A pit of snakes is crushed underneath the cow.
Wearing her uniform primly and properly, Kirako walks to the front of the class and faces them with impeccable posture. Her head is raised as she introduces herself. “My name is Yagami Kirako. Though hero names are not necessary, I have already been workshopping the name Southpaw, because of my Quirk.” She raises her left hand, this one with all its fingers still attached. “By moving my hand, I can make a hand-shaped force projection that can move things, like so.” She reaches to her side and flicks her fingers, knocking a pencil off sensei’s desk. Raising a hand to her mouth, she giggles playfully at the little bit of mischief. What a silly one she is, they will think.
It’s a lie about her Quirk that she has on paperwork and is careful to keep up, that she needs to do somatic movements with her hand to use it. Makes it easier to hide using it when she wants to do it secretly. “Though I was outvoted for class representative, I pledge to do my best as vice representative to assist Scour-kun in his responsibilities. Please know you can trust me,” she winks at the front and center boy before leaving the front of the class to her desk behind him.

Setting her cheek on her hand and feeling the stump of her missing finger rubbing against her flesh, she flicks her pencil between the fingers of her opposite hand. Question by question she examines the class’ opening survey.

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?

Kirako knows all the answers they want to hear. Repeating it word from word will look too fake though, so she closes her eyes and thinks of a more creative way to say something they will like.
A hero is like a police officer who uses their Quirk to help them protect the community. More like a special task force officer, actually. Ever since I was little I wanted to be a police officer like my father, who I look up to. I am still doing that, but in a way that lets me be a little more of my own person, if that makes sense?
Yes, that’s good. Very nice.
My favorite heroes are middle ranking heroes. The top heroes are very fancy, but I like to be less noticed. Not underground, but more like a police officer with a useful Quirk like I said before. I have no complaints. I don’t really like to rock the boat and insult people, it would be cruel to make assumptions about the high ranking heroes being showy and fake like I hear others gossiping about. I imagine that would be very harmful to the top heroes’ mental health.

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

I think that is very unprofessional. You have scheduled breaks for your job.
Wearing a quiet smile to herself, Kirako enjoys writing this one earnestly. If it were reported it could get him in hot water, and watching him squirm wanting a smoke break would be enjoyable. It’s a disgusting habit, besides. Turns the skin all tarry and riddles them with cancer. Spoiled meat.

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.

Fridge Girl is very sweet, and I think she could use a friend who will not judge her for her disability. Naturally I am also very devoted to helping my fellow class representative Scour. I again hesitate to say negative things like some sort of gossip, but if you absolutely must know? I dislike how poorly his sister treats him, she looks very smug when she looks at him which could be harmful to his mental health. If I were her sensei she would get detention for being so mean to her brother.
Sowing the seeds of discord between them would be very fun. Kirako bites her lip, fantasizing about feeding one of them to the other. Maybe they even know about it. That would be so fucking hot. Feeling a trail of drool run onto her fist from the side of her cheek, Kirako wipes it away and focuses herself.

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?

I would just like to say that I really respect how you worded this to be sensitive to abhuman individuals (I do not like to use the derogative term mutant even if fit is being reclaimed by the community) like Fridge Girl. Anyways I’m happy with my Quirk. It is nice and simple, but useful for many things that I would encounter as a police officer or as a hero. My dad helped me practice self-defense martial arts using my ghost hand to help, so I have some small experience in the matter. I look forward to testing them out in field work and gaining valuable real world experience.
How she would love to wrap the fingers of that hand around someone’s throat and watch them turn blue. There wouldn’t even be any fingerprints. The perfect crime~

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

A date with Owari-senpai, on the roof, over the fire roasted remains of… hm, Reset would do nicely. Supple, not too much fat on her but not too lean either. Perfect for a first date.
Kirako knows she can’t write that though. Chewing on the inside of her cheek until it starts to bleed satisfyingly, she ponders how to answer in as normal a way as possible.
If Shiketsu has a book club, I might enjoy spending time reading and discussing a novel or even a manga with them. I can’t think of much else. I’m not a terribly interesting person, sensei. Sorry.

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?

Wrapping the bandages around her stump and squeezing until it hurt, until it hurt so good. Yes… and then stripping the small lengths of meat from the thin fingerbones. It was a delicate process, one misstep and the precious taste would be wasted. The answer to her burning question. Who would she share it with? Who else but the one person in the world who could really understand?
I remember the first time I prepared my own homecooked meal for myself for the first time. It was so good, and I was really proud of myself for being independent. Someday I would love to have someone else to cook for, but it’s so early to be thinking about that, and with the dating ban it would be a very questionable action to invite one of my classmates to eat with me that way.
Yes, that will do. Enough truth mixed in to sound real, Kirako thinks to herself. Wearing a self-satisfied smile, she delivers her paper to sensei desk.

“All done, Smokin’-sensei!”