[Mitoki Ōno]

Slooooorp. The loud sound of ramen slurping echoed in the messy support classroom. Mitoki had taken over a support classroom. She had found one of the support rooms that was a bit run down and wasn't much in use according to the staff. Something about a previous student accidentally destroying a window or something. She wasn't paying much attention. She just need a place for her white boards and many notebooks. She needed a place to spread out and think about her quirk, draw up theories and what else have you. Mostly right now, Mitoki was pouring over her own parents' research. She needed to understand what they did to her and what it meant for her. Mitoki needed to know what is going to happen to her.

The room that Mitoki took over had become a bit of a mess. She had pushed in three extra white boards into the small classroom. Each white board was full theories that her parents had tested with her while she was younger, theories she had tested recently, math equations relating to thermodynamics, or whatever rambles Mitoki was testing at the time. She had spread out multiple notebooks on the tables, each relating to complex gene therapy that Mitoki had gone under.

She had decided to make the room her second home. She had her own little shoe-box she lived in Tokyo but she preferred keeping her student life separate from her home life. Besides, her cat would mess up her notebooks anyway. Sitting in a rolling chair, Mitoki pushed herself around with her feet, eating the ramen as she listened to her father talk about how Mitoki was producing stronger flames. One handy thing about her shitty parents was that they recorded everything.

After listening to her father for a couple more minutes, she shut off the voice recording. Sighing a bit, she turned her attention to the white board that was displaying a diagram of her hand.

"I've noticed scarring appearing at the palm of my hand, they appear to be stemming from older injuries caused by quirk outburst event #278." Mitoki pressed a little button on her recording device. She placed the ramen cup next the growing collection of used ramen cups, before taking a swig from her water bottle. She had mostly lost track of time.

[michi machida]

Walking along with his hands in his pockets, Michirou wasn't sure where exactly he was going. Not that he was actually going anywhere specifically today. He was just curious about the layout of UAU, the other students and what they or the teachers got up to between classes. The scent of ramen caught his attention and he paused to glance around, tilting his head to one side and mentally trying to remember if he was near the cafeteria or not. He was pretty sure he wasn't, at least not nearly close enough to pick up on anything someone was eating - he didn't have super smelling powers or anything, after all.

Peeking into what he was pretty sure was the room it was coming from revealed... a complete disaster. His most immediate thought was it had been vandalized - and how much of an annoying pain it would be to have to report that if so - but nothing was actually knocked over or anything. Just... messy, and cluttered. Maybe a temporary storage room? Wait no, there was actual trash in here too that hadn't been thrown away. And someone in a chair, that he hadn't immediately noticed with all the whiteboards taking up so much space!

Curiosity getting the better of him he made his way inside, glancing at what was on the whiteboards with an interested-but-obviously-not-understanding-it look on his face. If he caught Mitoki's attention he'd turn his to her, more interested in talking with someone than whatever all of this was, but if he didn't he was going to break the silence to ask: "Some kind of Quirk homework?"

Mitoki Ōno,

[Mitoki Ōno]

Mitoki stretched, only glancing at over at the new arrival in the room. He didn't look like a teacher so she assumed it was another student. She had checked the schedule and there was no class scheduled to happen until two days from now. The last thing she needed was having Lone Wolf or whoever get mad at her for doing quirk research again. Thankfully, Mitoki didn't come to blows with any professor yet, even though the uniform policy was stupid. She wasn't joining the Self Defense Force. Her complaints about the school was not her current concern though. The student was her new focus of attention.

She hadn't seen them before but she rarely recognised the students around at UAU. Being a part timer meant that she barely was taking any classes. He looked relatively attractive, not that it was a notable to her. Just observing, as is her habit. "Well no, it's more personal research. I'm studying what was written about my quirk." Mitoki's case was relatively well known in the scientific circles of quirk research. Mostly because of the way her parents acted but also the drugs that were developed with some questionable ethics based on her parents research. Progress of science never stops.

"Mitoki Ono. Pleased to meet you. Sorry about the mess, I've been here for a bit." Mitoki would add dryly, slurping down more of her lunch.