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It had been a little while since May had decided to attend a local festival. Usually she stayed home and celebrated in her own way. Especially during Greenery Day when she usually spent the day in the garden tending to flowers she’d been growing since she was little. However, a bit of a drought this year had all but murdered her garden and so she’d decided to celebrate in a different way and go out.

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Stepping away from her customary UAU uniform, she had embraced a refreshing change in her attire. The ensemble she chose exuded an air of lightness and ease. A pristine white blouse, harmoniously partnered with a pleated skirt in a shade of black, creating a balanced interplay of colors. The skirt gracefully descended, terminating just above her knees.

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Adding to the ensemble's charm, she adorned herself with a delicate jacket. The jacket, a canvas of soft hues accentuated with hints of pink and blue, was artfully left unbuttoned at the front. A single piece of jewelry adorned her neck, a choker resplendent with intricate blue and pink gems that harmonized with the color palette of her outfit.

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Her vibrant pink hair, an ever-present signature, cascaded down her back in a cascade of lustrous curls. A meticulously crafted jeweled flower was fastened at the side of her head, lending an elegant touch to her coiffure. The overall effect was a visually captivating ensemble that seamlessly blended a sense of freshness, charm, and individuality.

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Other than the feathery layer of mascara, her face was free of makeup, which only added to her apeparance. She hummed as she walked along the many stalls set up in Yoyogi park, considering which of them she might try and spend the day relaxing beneath the canopy of greenery above them. Eventually she’d tucked into a line, just behind a young man. Behind her a woman was consoling her daughter who was crying because of the little flower she’d just dropped on the ground and accidentally trampled.

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May couldn’t help but smile and reach into her messenger bag slung over her shoulder, collecting something and then turning about. She crouched down in front of the little girl who was crying. The mother tilted her head curiously at May who spoke softly, “What happened little one?” May asked in a soft voice.

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“M…My flower…” The girl pointed to a pink flower on the ground, trampled to pieces, sniffling softly.

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May nodded, “Mm, it looked like it was a pretty flower. But you want to know secret about that pretty flower?”

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The young girl nodded, still sniffling.

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May raised a hand up, watching as the girls gaze followed it, “I’ve been told that it had…” She gave her hand a flick, a little bit of a flourish and with a trick of movement pulled a soft pink flower from her sleeve like magic, “…A sister. And I’m afraid it’s just so sad sitting in my bag with no sunlight. Would you like to take care of her for me?”

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The girl watched in wonderment as May made the other flower appear like magic. She nodded, a smile lightning up her tear stained cheeks. May held the flower out to her. The little girl accepted it and smiled brightly. The mother mouth a soft thank you to her and May stood up, “Take good care of her.” The little girl gave a wave as the pair moved on. May couldn’t help but smile softly, remembering when she’d been that delicate.

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She walked forwards, turning her gaze just in time to accidentally walk into the back of the person she’d queued behind, “O…Oh! I’m sorry.” She said hurriedly, stepping back, “Wasn’t looking where I was going.” She was a bit taller than her was, and his black hair was near the polar opposite of her bright pink hues, “Waiting for tea as well?” She asked with a smile.

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[Uncle Satori: Look kiddo. I know you’re nervous. I know like me you’re not the biggest fan of the business side of heroing. But, if this is the path you want to walk. You’re going to have to get used to it. An interview like this with a company like ASTA is extremely good exposure. So just take deep breaths and be yourself. Ok?]

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Sitting in the back of a cab, May let out a small sigh at her uncles response. She should have expected as much. Her uncle had decided to become a teacher because he hated the business and publicity side of heroing. May wasn’t really against it, she was just nervous was all. She stared at the screen of her phone blankly, considering her response.

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The cab driver, a middle ages man with bright white fox ears and a toothy grin looked in the mirror at her, “Awfully fancy outfit you’re wearing Miss. You a businesswoman or something?” He asked curiously.

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It was true, she did look like she was headed somewhere to conduct business. Dressed in a formal outfit that had been clearly tailored to fit her body with an elegant bowtie at her neck, she did look the part. But the truth was, “It’s uh…an interview. I’m hoping to be a hero someday.”

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The man’s face seemed to light up, “A hero eh? Dangerous business that. But if your hearts in it, I’m sure you’ll do great!”

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May smiled, appreciating his kind response. Glancing down at her phone she’d look at the time. This cab driver was cutting his estimated time awfully close, but then she could see the building from here so they weren’t too far off. She opened up her conversation with her uncle and quickly sent a text back.

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[May: I’ll do my best. We’re almost there, wish me luck!]

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Her phone beeped almost instantly.

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[Satori: Heroes like you don’t need luck. Just keep that smile of yours on kid!]

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May smiled and flipped her phone shut, tucking it into her messenger bag emblazoned with the UA crest. It was just in time for the cab driver to slow down and come to a stop in front of their destination. May tugged a wad of currency from her bag and offered it to the driver, “Thanks for being so nice. I don’t need any change!”

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She knew tipping culture wasn’t a big thing in japan, but after her year in the America’s, she’d kind of gotten used to it. She didn’t give the driver time to argue, slipping from the car, taking a minute to flick a few rebellious strand of pink hair from her face and headed into the restaurant. It seemed a curious place to conduct interviews, but then. She’d recently had an interview/study done in a lab running tests on her quirk. So this was hardly out of the ordinary she guessed.

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Alongside several other heroes in training she sat. She had been the last one to arrive, just getting to her seat when Sonya made her appearance. May dipped into a polite curtsy and then sat down. Because she’d arrived last, it meant her interview would be last. Which SO did not help the anxiety bubbling around in her stomach.

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Little-by-little the group trickled down, some people left smiling, some people left with looks of consideration of their faces. May watched them curiously, hands folded in her lap. She reached up, tugging at the suit that clung to her form. Much as her hero costume was fairly tight, it wasn’t restrictive like this outfit was. Her hero costume gave her room to move freely whereas this suit wasn’t mean for quick or big movements.

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“Miss Hayashi. It’s your turn.”

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May blinked herself out of her train of thought as the woman invited her in for her interview, “Oh! Yes. Sorry.” She hurried to her feet and headed into the room she was directed to.

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Stepping inside she’d offer a bright smile and dip into a polite bow, “Hello. Thank you for inviting me today.” She said politely, standing up to look at the two women before her. She knew a little bit about ASTA and those working at it, but not quite enough to identify the pair sitting before her. Her multi-colored eyes studied them for a moment, noting their features. Memorizing the ones she found most interesting.

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This was it.

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If Iphi went digging into public and private records, she would find there was a decade and a half of study information on May. In regards to both her quirk as well as her body during and after her long time spent in stasis. It was an information hunters dream. May was used to being studied at this point and had stopped feeling like a lab rat a long time ago. Somehow the tests just became part of the norm after the hundredth time.

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May wobbled a bit on the spot as she forced herself to focus. She’d quickly forgotten about the anxiety of the headpiece and wrist straps thanks to the wave of vertigo rushed over her from pushing herself towards that upper limit so quickly. At her current level she usually resigned herself to thirty second arrows or a minute at the most so she had at least a few shots and never so quickly.

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When Iphi’s voice echoed through the chamber she gave a thumbs up and nodded, “More variables huh?” She wasn’t sure how she was going to provide much more data. She had about a minute and a half worth of energy left to spend and after that it was lights out for her for the next 24 hours at a minimum.

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The answer came shortly after as Iphi entered the room and explained the items on the tray. For anyone else, taking a pill from a stranger would be a danger sign. But May was so used to ingesting all sorts of pills from doctors that she didn’t even question it, “Hopefully it works.” She admitted, looking at the pill. She’d never tried something like that. The device with the prongs made her wrinkle her nose a bit but she nodded watching Iphi leave the room.

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Leaning down, she’d scoop up the pill first and pop it into her mouth. A quick swallow and she stood there for a moment as her body metabolized it. It was subtle at first and then she could hear her heartbeat in her ears, she could feel her whole body almost buzzing as the drug coursed through her, “Hoooooly crap.” She said pacing a quick circle. If it hadn’t been explained to her before she’d think she was about to have a heart attack or something. She shook her hands out a little bit and followed the instructions when they came, clipping the pronged device to her draw hand.

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“Alright. Teeeeeest number two!” She said with a nod before drawing in a breath. If this worked the same way as before, she’d be ok. But if the pill didn’t work as intended she’d drop to the ground unconscious the second she let the first arrow fly.

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She drew her bow back to a full draw, “Thirty second impact!” And then let fly, yet again hitting the exact same spot on the wall as before. Cell degradation was obvious with each arrow she let fly and much like before her vitals bounced all over the place. After the energy of the first arrow was dispersed she’d take her stance again and draw the bow back yet again, “Eight minute impact!”

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The arrow rocketed through the room and hit the wall with a resounding thud. May panted slightly but found she wasn’t ready to drop. She blinked, flexing her fingers experimentally, “I think I’ve got oooooone more in me to give you an extra datapoint!” She said confidently, the pill giving her what felt like limitless energy.

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Drawing the bow back on final time she’d narrow her eyes and focus, “Fourteen minute impact!” She let the arrow fly, this time when it hit the wall a small shockwave of energy rolled out from the impact point due to the extra energy. Like a sledgehammer at full velocity hitting the wall and her vitals spiking heavily. It would seem the more time she used, the harder it was on her body. Her blood sugar dropped and this time it remained dropped as she slumped and fell back onto her butt, “That was cool. But that maaaaay be it for me!” She called out.

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She could feel herself riding that edge of her limits, “Where do I buy a bunch of those pills…” She mumbled.

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May didn’t mind awkward too much. She could respect someones dislike of talking, or not wanting to. So she went about her business, filling up her little cart until the demon-like lady finally spoke to her. She paused and turned, offering a smile at the response. She looked down at herself, realizing the observation was spot on. She was in fact still in her UAU uniform, because she’d come directly from her classes to the hospital.

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May chuckled, “A fellow student! I’m surprised we haven’t bumped into one another. I’m sure I’d have recognized you.” She shrugs, she had the memory of a teaspoon at the best of times. It’s why she had to re-read her notes in class a dozen times to actually fully retain most of the information presented to her. May was very much more of a hands-on learner than a book-learner.

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“I don’t know about this year. This is my first year ever, but I can’t disagree. THey really didn’t aim for cuteness did they?” A flush slipped into her cheeks at the sudden compliment, “Thank you. But I don’t think anyone could model well in these uniforms. The color scheme is ghastly. I forgot I was even wearing it until now.” She wrinkled her nose a little bit and nudged her cart gently through the door as they ended up walking together down the hall.

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“Honestly, It has been. I’m not sure what I was expecting when I applied for a Hero School. But it’s well and beyond where my expectations had sat. My teacher knocked me out in our first class! It was a good experience but my head is still kind of rattling.” May rubbed her head a bit to accentuate the point. The fading hints of a bruise along her hairline were just slightly visible.

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Running her fingers over her tattooed arm as they walked, a nervous habit of her’s, she’d note the other girls sudden smile. The way her face seemed to light up and then get forcefully shut down.

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~She reminds me of my sister. So I’d best not mention seeing the smile.~

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May would turn her gaze forwards, pushing her cart along and pausing alongside Sada while gazing into the nearby room.

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“Maybe she’s been doing it a long time or something?” May offered a small shrug at the look that Sada gave her. May wasn’t really the judgy type. It had never been her style. Her motto was to be kind to everyone and leave a positive impact on them. So she was helpless to respond all that much.

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It would seem though, that May and Sada were delivering to the same room. May pushed in beside her and motioned to Sada, ”What she said. Anything you need from us?” She wasn’t sure why but the ‘doctor’ gave her kind of a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach.

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Of all the things that could of happened that day. Having someone burst into her room suddenly was not one of them. Technically, it WAS her fault for leaving her door unlocked. But she had no roomies so why would she have bothered? So as May stood there looking in the mirror, she nearly jumped out of her underwear when her door was pushed open and a girl resting a bat on her shoulder walked in.

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May dropped the uniform unceremoniously to the ground and turned to regard the girl as she started screaming at her and holding the bat in a rather threatening manner. Despite this, May didn’t seem too concerned as she cast a lazy glance at the bow on her countertop. It was within arms reached if needed.

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Placing a hand on her hip she’d tilt her head a little bit, ”Let’s just calm down. I’m May, May Twenty-First. And if you consider the facts around thee, you might change your tune a bit. This room is filled with my belongings and the number on the door I don’t believe has changed. So unless the school pulled a rather elaborate prank on me, I think thou has walked into the wrong room Miss…” She left the sentence hanging in case Freja wanted to give her own name as well

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Shrugging a little bit, May would turn, walking towards her suitcase sitting open on the bed, bending over, she’d dig around for a moment before tugging out her orientation sheet and stand back up. While her skin was soft and clean, she was covered in a strangest series of scars. They were all symmetrical, running down the backs of her arms, dotted up and down her spine and neck. They hadn’t come from a battle, that was for sure.

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Spinning back around like a ballerina she’d walk towards Freja, hesitantly using one finger to push the bat aside and offering the orientation sheet to the girl and pointing to the number on the door. She giggled, ”I believe you’ve walked into the wrong room dear.” She stretched a little bit and scooped up her instant-camera from the counter, quickly scooting in beside Freja and taking a selfie of the two of them and then setting it back on the counter as it printed the picture.

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”Sorry, gotta save this one for the memory book. Hope you don’t mind!”

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