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[attr="class","FaustContent"]While Sebastian was more than ready to take another hit, he was not expecting that hit to be a divine smite. He was expecting her to just stomp him into the ground—y'know a more violent version of when she stepped on the back of his head to declare her victory. Instead, what he got was exactly what he deserved: some actual comeuppance for once in his life.

If he had to compare Miroru's ire to Kioko's ire, he'd say that Kioko's certainly stung a whole lot more, but he still preferred Kioko's given that she always made it up to him by paying for his meal and drinks at Noyote. They were equally funny, however.

As he comically spasmed into several different positions from the literal shock to his system, he couldn't help but wonder if it was all worth it. Kidding. It totally was. So much so that when it finally stopped and he was nothing more than a crispy, smoking mess, he clung to consciousness to get out one final zinger. A raised finger to the sky while laying flat on his face, he raised his head, his headband only covering one eye, he spoke, "Worth it..." And then he passed out again.

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]Yeah...He did have a cool quirk! Ah, but what good was training it even further going to do him? His quirk already did everything he needed it to do: turn anything into a nice, bouncy bed for him to nap on. "Cool? Sure, but is the effort worth the reward? I prefer to stay within the realm of easy if and whenever possible. Hard work is just...oh so very tiring." Even the thought alone was enough to make him feel tired as he stretched his arms out and slumped forward, his eyes half closed.

It was only when she mentioned a free lunch that he perked back up. Well...Conditionally free lunch which meant that it wasn't free at all. The words of his old economics teacher in middle school echoed in his head: "There's no such thing as a free lunch!" Damn. Mr. Fatz tried to warn him of situations like this. Still, it couldn't hurt to get a new meal ticket in Jun since it wasn't like Kioko was available to feed him breakfast, brunch, lunch, linner, dinner, dessiner, and dessert.

"Free lunch just for showing up!? You should've opened with that! Well, now I'm all sorts of motivated!"

The rest of her motivational platitudes were lost on him. He was already fantasizing about the lavish meal he was going to make Jun foot the bill for. Ohohoho! This was going to be fantastic: a free delicious meal just to show up to her timeshare pitch or whatever it was this was about. He had already forgotten!

"Whelp, I better go and get to training in preparation for day one! Yes indeed, yes indeed!" he said with a renewed sense of vigor, continuing his sing-song delivery. Of course, by training he meant rushing back to his room to take a nap while dreaming about that free meal which is exactly what he did after squaring away the meeting details with her.

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After his nap, he rolled out of his bed and into the bathroom to get ready for the day. He looked like he had just woken up and he was still wearing his pajamas. He brushed his teeth and left his dorm room, doing absolutely nothing else to make himself look more presentable for the meeting.

He was early. Very early. Why? Because he wanted to take another nap before the meeting actually started. That last nap really took all the energy out of him. As soon as he got into the meeting room, he sat in the far back row and laid down upon a bed of elasticity and knocked out for the next couple of hours until the meeting.""

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]There aren't many reasons in life that manage to motivate Sebastian to get out of bed. Not many things really motivated him to do much of anything these days. Can you really blame him though? The world was (relatively speaking) at peace. Society was pretty functional—not perfect but good enough. There were more than enough willing laborers to keep the whole world running. Technology had advanced to the point where one could live their whole life without ever needing to leave the comfort and safety of their home. You need education? Internet. You need entertainment? Internet. You need food delivered right to your door? Internet. Seriously, why even bother getting out of bed when everything can march right along without needing to do a damn thing?

...Y'know, aside from needing money.

That is to say, he wasn't getting out of bed because he needed money. I mean, he did need money, but his getting out of bed today wasn't for some hair-brained moneymaking scheme right out of a cartoon that he may or may not have been inspired by. That was tomorrow's plan. Today's plan was to go to a bar to knock a few drinks back with a couple of friends.

And while he might've been interested in getting out of bed to go meet with his friends, it did not mean that he was going to put in the effort to make himself presentable. He walked out of his room with a bad case of bedhead, a headband on to pull down as an eyemask, and his penguin onesie pajamas. Why? Because fuck it we ball.

The walk to the train, the train ride itself, and the walk to the bar was, as you might expect, plagued with strange looks. Why was everyone staring at him? Did he have something on his face? ...Oh. Duh. There was. His headband. So he pulled it down for most of the commute to fix that problem. And it worked! ...For a little bit. It wasn't very long until he ended up bumping into somebody on the street because he physically couldn't see where he was walking.

NOW HERE'S WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING: Sebastian walked right into a street mugging. He literally bumped into the back of a guy holding a gun up to an old lady on the street, demanding she hand over her purse. Of course, Sebastian didn't see that because he was still wearing his headband.

"Good grief...Are you blind or something, pal? Can't you see I'm walkin' 'ere!" he said in his usual sing-song tone, only breaking it to do a poor New York accent.

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]While Sebastian was most certainly a degenerate, he was not the type of degenerate to enjoy being stepped on. He was, however, open to it if it made for a good bit. Nothing is too degrading or shameful if it makes for a good bit. That's all that matters in life: The Bit. Life is just an endless search for content. Pretending to be asleep while she stepped on and yelled at him was a good bit, so he let it happen.

Y'know what else makes for a good bit? Getting shocked back "awake" again by a sudden burst of cold. Even better is the fact that was standing right there next to him. The second that she did her little cold air technique, he used his own quirk to make the ground beneath them elastic and bouncy. Once it was nice and bouncy, he quickly pushed all of his weight into it to bounce up into the air and hopefully send Miroru bouncing up and down with him.

"GAH! Why do you keep doing that!" he shouted, still bouncing up and down while comedically flailing about, headband still covering his eyes so that he had no way to know where she was and therefore avoid accidentally crashing into her on his bounces.

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]It appeared as though a bit of Sebastian's luck had returned to him. Of course, he wasn't conscious to notice, but another student showed up to draw Leonid's attention away from him which meant he got to sleep through the entire orientation without any consequences whatsoever. Life sure is good.

If nobody woke him up, he probably would've been one of the last students in the room, sleeping all the way until a janitor or something kicked him out. Luckily/unluckily for him, somebody disturbed his slumber, and that someone was not a janitor.

"Mmghhh," he grumbled, slowly opening his eyes.

Still wearing the headband over his eyes, he ran his hand through his hair and turned to face the girl that woke him up. He couldn't be bothered to take the headband off so that he could actually see what she looks like. All he knew was that she called the orientation boring which meant that she probably wasn't a member of the faculty or one of those upperclassmen that volunteered. Nah, she was probably just like him: a first-year. As for why she was bugging him? Who knows! Maybe she was offended by the fact that he wasn't treating being here at U.A. as a privilege. That'd make sense. People would kill to get into U.A., and Sebastian had probably stolen a perfectly good seat that could've—and should've—gone to somebody actually worthy of it.

"I dunno, what's your deal, dude? You totally interrupted my all-you-can-eat sushi dream at Kokoro. Supes-dupes uncool, man," he shot back in his usual sing-song tone that blended several different Japanese dialects along with a dash of his old British accent that had yet to fade.

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[attr="class","FaustContent"]Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee—

"Ahhhhhh," he stretched, slowly rising from his invisible hammock in the air, bouncing just a bit as he stretched his arms out.

As usual, it was like sleeping on an invisible water bed...Man, he sure was glad to have been born with a quirk like his. It meant he could make his own bed wherever he wanted! There really was no other quirk for Sebastian...Or was there? He did just have the strangest dream where he was glitching through the world like he was playing an online video game with a dial-up connection.

Anyway, that nap, while awesome, was not enough for him. He woke up still feeling tired. Y'know the best cure for that groggy state when you just wake up from a nap? Another nap! So, still wearing the eyemask over his face, he rolled out of his invisible hammock and let himself fall a bit before generating another invisible hammock by applying his quirk to the air. As he bounced up and down on his freshly made bed, he let out a satisfied sigh and allowed himself to drift back off to sleep, completely ignoring the fact that someone was yelling about litter.

I mean, littering was bad and all, but it wasn't his problem, nor was it his fault! He was too busy catching some Z's to litter.