De retour contre la fumée travaillée comme de l'acier, les yeux de Shou ont lutté pour rester ouverts avec une amertume fatiguée alors qu'il regardait les autres se grouper comme si c'était naturel. Il y avait une fosse qui se mouillait dans son estomac alors qu'il se rendait compte qu'avec la plus petite quantité de groupes, il n'y aurait pas beaucoup de restes. Il allait être accaparé par un groupe qui ne l'avait pas choisi, ce qui était peut-être encore pire. Jetant son front dans ses genoux, il ne voulait rien de plus que d'être parti...
Au bout d'une minute, il y avait un peu de mouvement à proximité. Shouichi a osé jeter un coup d'œil, perdant l'intérêt dès qu'il a vu qui c'était. Il est peut-être agité? Il ne peut pas venir ici, son groupe est déjà... Attendez, il ne s'arrête pas. Pourquoi est-il... oh. C'est pas vrai. Oh mon Dieu de...
"Hey ce qui se passe je suis Satan J'ai remarqué que vous n'avez pas encore rejoint un groupe et-"
Non, non, non, non, non. Pourquoi Dieu?
Personne ici ne m'aime vraiment.
Moi inclus!
"Ils pensent probablement que je suis un vrai démon."
Tu pensais que c'était malin ou tu le crois vraiment? Oh mon dieu, il a le syndrome de la 8e année tout est logique maintenant.
Satan continua, étendant une invitation formelle, Shou essayant désespérément de garder son expression neutre, plutôt que de laisser glisser dans celui du dégoût ou de la peur. Parce que autant que Shou voulait être n'importe où, mais juste à côté de ce gars, il pourrait encore être un punk délinquant qui l'arracherait en morceaux. En supposant que ce n'était pas seulement une écorce du syndrome du 8e Grader pour cacher l'absence d'une morsure. Shou allait-il se laisser tuer par un punk délinquant, ou se faire ennuyer par lui? Il s'est rendu compte que si je l'énerve, je meurs plus vite, soooooo...
Maladroitement, il a ouvert la bouche. "T-t-equipe-toi avec toi?" Il s'enfonçait les jambes et les traversait, enroulait les bras autour de sa poitrine, détournant la tête. "Je ne veux pas être sur un groupe de g. Si quelqu'un a voté contre moi, c'est moi. Je ne veux même pas être ici..."
"Et tu ne peux pas avoir une équipe de cinq crétins!"
Heh heh, ouais ça aurait été cool si je l'avais dit, a considéré Shouichi, mais son instinct de préservation de soi a frappé au dernier moment alors qu'il gardait les yeux éloignés, le cœur battant plus fort alors qu'il commençait à transpirer, les cheveux sur le dos de son cou debout alors qu'il sentait le regard de Satan.
Shouichi Sakihata

Male

15

Shou doesn't like to speak. Not because he has nothing to say: on the contrary, he could go for hours if it was on a favorite topic of his. But rather, because he doesn't, he's something of a stuttering mess when he does speak, even as derision is more likely to stay his tongue than shyness. His mind is a place of bitterness, where he guesses and second guesses his place and those around him, paranoia often guiding his actions and words.

Hot blooded cries for victory, metal fists bashing against each other, fires of passion burning red: Shou didn't have a clue what was going on, but the pure spirit and heart captured in the last episode of a classic mech show rerun affected Shou deeply, even when he had no context to go on. To say it changed his life wouldn't be an understatement: he'd always liked anime and manga, but in comparison, it just seemed like kid's stuff after his revelation. But as he tried to share his love, the fourth grade Shouichi was without luck. His father was always getting ready for work or too exhausted from it, his mother had a placid reaction to just about everything, and his older brother was utterly disinterested, focused on his studies. Such a boring, normal family: it was hard to imagine they all had Quirks. But in trying to introduce his classmates to his newfound interest, he was similarly rebuked. But even though he had no one to connect with, he couldn't simply stop enjoying it. The internet served as an outlet, allowing him even more exposure to the world he'd discovered, finding fans, other series... As he engrossed himself in that sphere, he was starting to find the idea of school and friends a bit overrated.
As he entered middle school, his days were spent merely wondering when he could back home, and when he was home, Shou would stay up late into the night on his computer. When his mother because impatient with his lack of interest as the two of them ate their dinner in the otherwise empty house (husband working, brother off to college), she simply started taking meals to him. And as Shou realized a strict, daily attendance wasn't mandatory as long as he kept his grades up (something he found all too easy at his local public school), and left his room even less frequently. For him it was bliss: all the media right at his fingertips, food delivered right to his door. He didn't even see her any more unless he was going to school, often timing his bathroom breaks to avoid her.
Then, as Shou entered his final year of middle school, his father pushed his way in, making a change. To Shou, it came from nowhere: had his seclusion actually bothered his parents that much? But he wasn't allowed room to argue as he was stripped of his access to their funds directly and cut off from his mother's cooking. No longer could he buy games digitally or order anime or manga: he was only allowed cash, given a bit more to account for food. "No shipping costs," his dad reasoned, adding that it was pointless for his mother to slave over home cooked meals she couldn't see be enjoyed. It was heavy handed, but Shou was too stubborn to let this affect him. He was still going to school, so forcing himself to interact with people wasn't an issue, and buying convenience store food was more of a plus in his eyes since he was no longer restricted to any schedule. Now, his nights involved trips out to spend some of his allowance, his room quickly became even more cluttered with garbage from instant meals and snacks.
It was a game, and he was winning. Never mind that he'd manipulated his schedule to avoid his parents, fearing their judging eyes. Ignore that he spent most of school past homeroom eating in bathroom stalls or sleeping in the nurse's office. Put aside the 30 pounds he gained from eating junk food unchecked. His habits were more than enough for him to get by. He could live like this forever...
Continued in Sample Post.

Blink - A limited teleportation Quirk, Shou is able to teleport a short distance in an instant, no more than five meters, and anything beyond three is pushing his embarrassing endurance to its limits. A Blink is accompanied by a light 'jerk', and the slight pops of displaced air, both as he creates a small vacuum where he once stood and as displaces the air where he appears. The 'jerk' is the light kinetic force that results from pulling himself through space, and serves as his limitations (as in, if he's up against something stronger than that force, he could be in trouble). Anything 'grabbing' him, like clothing or another person, will come along for the ride, unless the force is not that great. A leaf laying on his head has no grip, thus will hang over empty air once he's gone. Something heavy laying down on him, or someone with their hand around their throat, will no doubt come along as well. Though in some situations this might be desirable, the added weight adds strain to every Blink, regardless of whether he wants to bring it along or not. As for the point of his arrival, that light force also determines if the teleportation will be successful. Air, water, or other light fluids will be displaced around him as he appears because they are light enough to be pushed aside. This even goes for light solids like mud or leaves, but something like packed dirt or stone is to tough for him to Blink into. As a general rule of thumb, if a normal person can't run a hand through it, he can't Blink into it. And should he try, he won't appear within it, instead only going as far as the surface, bounced back as if he'd walked straight into it. Moving to the other side of something is well within his capabilities though, but if he can't see the other side he might be in for a surprise. Due to Shou's endurance, he can only teleport every ten seconds or so without getting overly winded. Rapid successions might leave him collapsed on the ground gasping for air.
In theory, further practice will not only decrease the cooldown time, but increase his range and force as well. If it is possible to change his orientation (for example, vanishing while facing one direction and appearing while facing another) then he has yet to display this potential.

Otaku Aficionado – Shou knows his way back and forth the internet domains of nerd cultures, having great depth in some very specific fields of knowledge. His general computer usage skills might lead to him finding more general information, software, or programs faster than most others on average,
That's It – Really.

Letting out a stiff yawn, Shouichi double clicked an icon, a game title screen popping up after a few moments. He beamed in pride, taking in the altered art for a few moments, having 100%ed it just earlier today. He didn't want to play right now, he just wanted to bask. After the title song finally wound down, he closed the application, before eyeing a folder on his desktop: a show he'd already watched half of, and his heart stirred as he imagined knocking out the rest of it once he awoke.
Turning off his monitor, he slipped off his chair, knocking aside a few loose food packages, before flopping onto his futon. Pulling his dakimura closer, he let the warmth encompass him. Closing his eyes, he'd never been more fulfil-
BANG BANG BANG
Hopping up, he gasped, "Wh-wh-wh-wh-what?"
The door crawled open, each creak sending a pang of fear into his heart. Looking up, he saw his father looking down at him, nose crinkling at the barrage of scents he'd no doubt just encountered. He spoke, but his voice was...blurry? Was that even possible?
"You're up early this morning: for school I hope?" he asked. Shou didn't have the energy to disappoint him. "I wanted to talk about your high school choices. You won't have to worry, I've enrolled you to an institution..." He seemed to sense Shou's fatigue. "...It's headed by a Hero named Tumble." Shou's head rocked back and forth, wobbling with his consciousness. The man let out a sigh of defeat, saying, "I'll brief you later then. Good night."
As the door closed, Shou flopped down, eyes fluttering shut, a few words passing through his brain. School... Institution... Tumble... Tumble the Hero? Very funny, Shou wasn't Hero material by a longshot. But if he were...to be sent to...
Shou shot up like a rocket. "Ehhhh?" he shuddered fearfully, sweat beading on his forehead. He gripped his body pillow tighter, which was the least heroic thing he could possibly imagine anyone doing...