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[attr="class","FaustContent"]Hey, wait she wasn't supposed to react like that. She was supposed to get really angry, clouds were supposed to magically darken, the earth was supposed to shake, and then he was supposed to be obliterated by some form of divine righteous fury. This wasn't comical at all. This was just sad now. It's fine though. It's not like this was the first time that Sebastian went too far with one of his bits. He had a lot of experience with this sort of thing which allowed him to master the art of Schrodinger's Douchebag.

"Too easy," he said, shaking his head and pulling the blindfold back down. "It's less my problem and more your problem. I took one glance at you and figured out how to turn you into this flustered mess without even lifting a finger. You let me get in your head, so I played you. Imagine if I actually went on the offensive after tilting you into a mental boom."

Yeah, none of that shit was him being honest. He was just quickly trying to seize control over the narrative to make it seem like he only said what he said to prove a point—not because he was a legitimate jackass. ...Y'know, which he was.

"Anyway, I'm going to climb back into that hammock," he'd point to the sky where there was no visible hammock, "and take a nap. You're free to join me," he lean forward, winking underneath the headband.

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]When Sebastian first came to U.A., he had absolutely no intention of taking this hero shit seriously. After spending two weeks at U.A., he could say with the utmost confidence that he still didn't give a single shit about becoming a hero. The plan remained the same: pretend to attend U.A. until he could move back in with his parents while working on contingency plans just in case that shit fell through again. While he might not have had any intention of becoming a hero, he had absolutely no fucking issues with abusing his privileges as a hero student. For example, did you know that they give students a whole bunch of free shit? Can you believe that? Free shit! That's, like, the best kind of shit! Granted, most shit is pretty shit, so the best kind of shit had shit all for competition. Shit.

Anyway, once he found out that he could just walk over to the support lab to get free stuff, he was all over it. It was honestly one of the only things about U.A. that actually motivated him to get out of bed. No doubt about it that he was building up a reputation around the labs for being a jackass that requests all sorts of nonsensical non-heroic items like universal cup holders, phone gloves (as in, gloves that help you hold your phone without dropping it on your face), chopsticks with a fan attached to 'em (to cool your noodles while you eat), etc. Today his request was still something ridiculous but at least it could somewhat be considered useful to a hero.

Kicking open the door to the support lab, he skipped about like he owned the whole place, scanned the room, and pointed a finger at the first person that he saw. "You there! I pick you! You're going to make me something today! Right now in fact! I'm supes dupes impatient, so drop everything you're doing and only do what I want!" he smiled, making his unreasonable demand with a cheery, sing-song tune.

Sebastian

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]The last few months have been perhaps the most trying in Sebastian's life. To be quite honest, he was a brat that was spoiled rotten as a child. Truly, it was no surprise that he turned out the way that he did given how everyone throughout his life had bent over backwards to keep him happy. You could imagine his shock when all of that shit came to an end—or at least, his parents got sick of his rotten attitude.

For the first time in his life, Sebastian knew what it meant to struggle. He had to sleep in alleyways and park benches for months and eat soup kitchen food. Don't get him wrong: soup kitchen food was honestly not that bad. They made some serious gourmet shit in those kitchens. The only problem was that they weren't rolling out the yakiniku and sushi. They usually served the same rotating menu on repeat. Beggars can't be choosers though (Sebastian certainly lodged several complaints though ;D).

Anyway, his months of work were finally rewarded when he managed to get both his GED and admission into U.A. Unfortunately, all of that wasn't enough to charm his way back into the good graces of his parents so that he could resume being a hikikomori. No big deal. It just meant he needed to keep the scam going a bit longer (that and continue exploring other potential scam options in case Plan A fell through).

What better way to celebrate his success was there then to mooch off his two bestest friends in the whole wide world: Kioko and Renjirou! Now, he would've called them, but he didn't exactly have money for...anything. Seriously, he had no phone, nor could he even afford to use a payphone. ...Oh, and also he forgot what their phone numbers were. They were all saved on his old phone up until his parents took all his shit and kicked him to the curb. It's fine though. He knew at least one person who could get in touch with them.

"Ayyo, Sandman, your favorite customer has arrived!" he announced, kicking the door open with his hands in his pockets.

Sebastian

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]U.A.: one of the most prestigious universities in the entire country—the whole world, really. It is a place full of individuals who could only be described as the best of the best. It is a place that Sebastian had absolutely no business being anywhere near.

On top of lacking the traditional qualities of a hero, Sebastian was an undisciplined, lazy high school dropout. The fact that he was even trying to get into the school was a slap in the face to everyone who ever attempted the entrance exam before him. Of course, he hardly cared if he insulted anyone by stepping foot on U.A.'s campus grounds so long as it meant getting his ideal outcome.

After getting kicked out of his parent's house for being a "good-for-nothing layabout," he spent a few months camping out in alleyways all while plotting his way back into the good graces of his parents. He tried several things from getting his GED to getting a job, and none of that was still good enough for them to let him come back home. Fair enough. They knew better than to let Sebastian back into the comfort of his room, for doing so would mean he'd only slip back into his old ways. And so he decided to prove that he was serious about doing something with his life by becoming a pro hero and attending U.A.

HAH! FAT CHANCE! All he needed was proof he got accepted into U.A., and then he could crash at home for the next four years all while pretending to be a U.A. student. Easiest fucking scam of his life! ...Y'know, aside from actually needing to get into U.A. That part was probably going to be a little bit tricky. Oh well. He had a plan for that.

Before the exam even started, Sebastian scouted his competition. He eyed them down, hiding his gaze behind his sunglasses as he tried to measure everyone's capabilities. One of them stood out in particular as likely being incredibly strong. Who? The guy who was over six feet tall and practically bursting out of his clothes with muscle. If Sebastian was lucky, he was one of those stereotypical strong idiot archetypes, making him a prime candidate for manipulation. That would be Sebastian's target.

When the exercise began, Sebastian took a moment to watch the musclehead to see how he'd react. The fact that he just brutishly threw three men into the rescue boat was enough to confirm Sebastian's theory. One hand in his pocket, he walked over to the guy and knocked on his back with the back of his fist. "Oi, oi, that's no way to rescue people. Name's Sinclaire," he introduced even though the guy didn't ask. "You look like a pretty reliable guy, what say you and I team up to save everyone, eh?"

Sebastian

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]Hero Costume? Now why would Sebastian need one of those? It's not like Sebastian even really cared about becoming a hero. U.A. was just a temporary residence while he sorted out his current financial situation. All he needed to do was coast by on minimum effort until he could con his way out of his current conundrum. So why bother taking all of this so seriously? Why bother getting a hero outfit when he could just wear something nice and comfortable? ...Well, sort of comfortable. He didn't want to ruin any of his comfortable outfits during training.

"So, you're my partner, eh?" he said with a big yawn as he was still shaking off the grogginess from his nap. "Talk about an unlucky draw..." he shook his head. While he probably gave off the impression that he was talking down on Hyousuke, he was actually pitying the boy for his poor luck in getting Sebastian in the draw.

"Listen, teamwork's not really my whole thing...I'm more of a solo kind of guy, y'feel?" he asked rhetorically, continuing on before giving Hyousuke a chance to get a word in. "Don't rely on me, and I won't rely on you. We'll just get in each other's way. A'ight, ima dip now. Catch ya later, chump," he said, shooting a finger gun at the guy.

He put his hands in his pockets and hunched forward as he lazily dragged his feet across the battlefield to go and find a place to continue his nap while Hyousuke did all of the heavy lifting.

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]So this is how it all ends, eh? Sebastian was going to die in a penguin suit on his way to a bar to meet up with some old friends...Y'know, Sebastian was expecting to die in a penguin suit, but he was expecting much whackier circumstances than this. If he had one regret in life, it was that he didn't die in a more hilarious way. Oh well. He could try again in the next life. He could at least find comfort in the fact that he was finally going to be taking that eternal nap. No more waking up to bullshit anymore!

He pulled the headband back down to cover his eyes and spread his arms open. "Okay, I'm ready. Free me from this mortal coil!"


What was taking so long? And he lifted his blindfold just in time to see the mugger recoiling to the side after getting bonked on the head by a cane. At that same time, the old woman that was being mugged made a break for it, and Sebastian caught a glimpse of his savior/foe: Freja. Now, if Sebastian had actually been awake during orientation, he might've actually had a chance at recognizing her. Unfortunately, he was both asleep and blindfolded during that thing, so he only ever laid eyes on the one person that bothered him that day: Takara.

"Maaaaan, I thought I was finally going to die today," he said with puffed cheeks. "Whelp, anyway—ow—I guess that's just how it is on this—ow—bitch of an earth," he said trying his best to mask his pain with his sing-song tone as he stood up and put pressure on his knife wound.

"Whelp, you've got this, yeah? Yeah, you've got this...It's about time I be hittin' the ol' dusty trail," he grunted, slowly sidling away.