My Hero Academia (CLOSED)

(Sorry for taking awhile - I was watching anime)
Naomi lifted her head up. A guy wearing? a yellow sleeping bag was now in the room.
“Hello,” He looked more tired than Naomi and definitely sounded like it. “I am your home room teacher, you may call me Mr. Aizawa. Today we will being doing a ‘Quirk Apprehension Test’ to further evaluate your abilities.”
This is exactly what I need right now. Naomi thought to herself and thunked her head back on the desk.

Blair raised his eyebrows but said nothing, he wasn't going to question his teacher just yet. He looked over Aizawa and tried to fogure out as much as possibe.

(Story of my life)
After further explanation it didn’t sound terrible, it was pretty much track and field with quirks. Except in a regular school you couldn’t use your quirk.
Aizawa then instructed the class to change into the school issued gym clothing and he would take them all out to the P. E. grounds.
Naomi heard a few people stand up and the chairs scraped against the floor.
She had just gotten relaxed and having to change her clothes and walk to the P. E. grounds and actually do stuff, was going to suck.
Today’s going to be a long day … She sighed.

Blair went into the locker room and then went into the shower for privacy. He got out, changed into his gym clothes with his jacket on and hood over his head.

Naomi finally stood up and tucked her chair in. She picked up her jacket from the desk and made her way to the girls locker room. After changing and picking at the clothing in an effort to make it more comfortable, she gave up and headed back. On her way back, she grabbed a scrunchy and tied her short hair into a ponytail.
Stretching her arms out, she yawned and blinked even slower as she became even more tired.

A guy with almost white hair was muttering in Korean to himself. He apologized for being so loud, or that’s how Naomi saw it.
“Hey, you look cool and you speak Korean and you probably have an insanely amazing quirk. No need to say sorry.”
She attempted a friendly smile but it felt really weird and she just ended up yawning again. She blew at her bangs as she kept walking and brushing them down with her hands, “Stupid bangs.” She muttered.

Blair rolled his eyes at the two and focused his attention on the teacher, ears only half listening to what he was saaying and the other was eavesdropping.

(I make cookie now, so idk how long I’ll take to respond for a bit)
She shot a look at the dude. “Getting sassy now?” She put her hands on her hips, then dropped her arms down. “Whatever, I’m too tired to deal with real people today.”
She looked back at the home room teacher who had already started talking about the specific activities they’d be doing. Such wonderful activities, sit-ups, running, even ball-throw.

(Yo, I is back)
First they did ball-throw.
She watched a few students step into the white circle on the ground and throw the ball, and took mental notes of their quirks.
She flinched when her name was called and squinted angrily. Throwing things took legitimate strength and she stood in the circle, passing the ball from hand to hand.
She realized she should’ve wrapped her hands when she was getting dressed because her hands would bleed more since she was so tired.
She decided she would wrap chains around her arm to strengthen her throw and use them to propel the ball forwards.
Chains erupted from the ground and snaked their way up to her arm and wound around it tightly. Her palms tingled with a familiar sensation, something she felt when she used her quirk.
She wrapped a part of the chain around the ball and took a step back before throwing it. She didn’t bother watching it, it was too sunny.
“472.3 meters.”
The distance surprised her. It was a ridiculous distance and she could never have dreamed she would do so well. Even though other students got over 700 meters, she was really proud of herself.
Her hands felt warm and the first few drops of blood dripped from her hands. She hurried over to the side not wanting to get blood on the ground where other students would be.
She sat down and let the blood make a puddle by her feet until the bleeding slowed down a bit. Shoving her hand in her pocket, she pulled out a couple bandages and wrapped them around her hands tightly and they greedily soaked up the blood.

Blair didn't say a word and just extended on of his needles on his finger, injected something into his bloodstream, and threw the ball. It went pretty far, falling back down after a couple of minutes. "Good enough." He muttered, his icelandic accrnt thick and annoyed.

(Yo sorry, I was inking a drawing and got carried away)
The white haired dude kept looking at her.
“You do have a cool quirk and seem completely unfazed,” She said blankly and dipped her finger in the puddle of blood.
“Young-Jae …” She tried out his name. “That’s your name?”
She lifted her finger up and watched the crimson slowly drip off her fingertip. She did this a couple times before she licked off the blood and looked back up.

(Could I join)

(You can. But I wouldn’t take too long before the role play progresses too much so you still have somewhere to put your character.)

(Also, a heads up to everyone. I won’t be extremely active for the next few days but I will try to be on as much as possible.)

Nodding at her then noticing the bloody cycle she was doing, he looks a tad worried, but his friend did crazy think like that
"youre crazy"
He says in an incredibly soft voice along with a slight laugh but not smiling, his blue yellow eyes looking at her blood as it dripped down. His foot bounced up and down as he leaned back, looking upwards, his hair falling out of the way revealing his thrid eye.

“Why thank you, but I can’t say you’re any better than me.”
She luffed and looked away to the other students. There was an awful selection for friends, no one looked kind enough. You can’t judge a book by its cover, but Naomi didn’t care about that kind of stuff.
Would Young-Jae be her friend? They were already talking and he seemed friendly enough, but still. What else was there to him? There’s always a catch. Right?

(Thank you)

Name: mamoru adohira
Age:14
Sexuality: straight
Gender: male
Appearance: blues and reds mixed with blacks but is self conscious about it so he usually dyes it, his hair is also usually messy and at shortish length, he usually wears comfy close like sweatshirts wears boots blue eyes.when he uses his quirk the raw energy seems to crackle across his body
Personality:likes to keep to himself usually and likes to work alone. He only opens up to people he really trusts.
Hero costume:black sweatpants with black boots and black long sleeved shirt and black fingerless gloves
Hero name: Hyperion
Backstory: his parents always fought so he tried to avoid them as much as possible
And he doesn’t really care for either of them No siblings as well
Quirk: solar powered he can use raw energy( raw energy is light,fire etc ) it appears blue red and pink when he uses his quirk
Drawbacks: if he stays out of sunlight to long he becomes sleepy and lethargic also if he uses it to much he gets radiation poisoning (cracks in the skin under his eyes and internal bleeding
Strength(s): he can make weapons from raw energy but it takes extreme concentration also has a higher tolerance to radiation
Weaknesses:he isn’t the best at talking to others
Talent(s):pretty good at drawing
Other:

( I didn’t have many ideas for the costume)

(Should I just jump in)

(Of course my friend!!)

Blair took out his phone, pulling up his notes app and beginning to take some notes on the student's quirks. He thought gathering information on them before they started digging up stuff on him would be preferable. Can't have anyone know why I'm actually here. His mind reminded him for the fith time that hour, thanks brain.

(Also sorry for taking forever everyone. I was making a large manga investment.)
“That sounds dangerous. Should I be worried?”
She stood up and wiped off her hands on her pants.
She reviewed their schedule in her head and realized that the 50-meter dash was next. She needed to think of a strategy.
She tightened her ponytail and bit her inner cheek as she thought about how she could use her quirk in the 50-meter dash.
She swayed as her eyes closed even more, I’m thinking way too much. I’ll just drop dead right here.