It was a slow day outside, drizzling and grey. It was cold and windy as well, it made Xaine's window whistle loudly. He slowly woke up, sitting up and slamming it shut. He yawned and leaned back, cracking his back and stretching. He wanted to rub his eyes but he had avoided doing that for a while, it might make everything worse...His doctor told him to cover his good eye and look ahead of him every day with his bad eye, try to fix it before he went blind...He sat on his bed and did this...He sighed and put his hand down, it was the same thing every day...It was a hazy, grey tint to a very fuzzy room. He went to his closet, his cat now brushing against his legs and mewing quietly. He changed into his school uniform and grabbed his courier bag, full to the brim with books. He then bent down and scratched behind Konhai's ears. She purred lowly and he smiled, then gently pushing her away as he stood upright, yawning again. Xaine went to the fridge and grabbed a piece of French Toast they had made the day before and wrapped it in a paper towel, beginning to bite down on it as he left.
Once he made it to U.A he threw the remains of his food away, going inside and up to his class...The school was empty except for a few Pros and early risers. I grab my Quirk Weapon, a pole that extends and retracts...I smile as I wrap my fingers around the case, its somewhat heavy feel. I go out to the back of U.A, near a training ground and the gym area. I take off my coat and place it down on a bench, opening the case and taking out my weapon. I retract it to a mere two feet, then extend it to its full length. He takes a breath and runs a few feet, retracting it to a five-foot range, then shoving it into the ground and forcing it to the eight-foot range again, propelling myself into the air. I swing my legs around the pole and grip it tightly, nearly dropping a full foot as I lock my eyes to the ground. I retract the pole to a four-foot range now, bringing it behind my shoulder and slamming it hard against the ground, holding me in the air for a few seconds. I drop silently to the ground, wincing from the shock through my legs. It was my special move, it was also one of my best moves...I was very proud of it, but it hurt to walk for about a minute afterward. I take a breath and prepare myself to do it again, probably until more people flooded into the school about an hour or two from now.