First Day

It had been two weeks since I first arrived in the Tokoyami household, and wouldn't you know it, I had found them just before Fumikage was set to go for his first day of nursery. Thankfully the school had some sympathy towards my circumstances and didn't give Fumiko too much trouble with my enrolment.

Personally, I had mixed feelings about going to this kind of school. Would it be a nice feeling to coast my way through education for the first 15 years of my new life, sure. However, I would be bored out of my mind in almost all subjects. The only one that I could see giving me any sort of trouble would be the classes revolving around studying Japanese. It had taken me this long to start fully understanding the language in conversation, that didn't mean I understood the idioms, the 3 writing styles or their literature. 

I had started learning to read back in the orphanage, firstly with picture books. As embarrassing as that was to admit, it helped getting a grasp of at least what some words looked like. I was able to recognise more and more words the longer I did this, but there was some stuff I just couldn't pick up by myself. 

The orphanage held some form of lessons on a weekly basis of topics you'd generally be taught. Basic mathematics, basic literacy which supplemented my own study in the library and a bit on the history of this world-which was largely the same bar the birth of quirks- but that was it. 

As such, I mentally steeled myself over those 2 weeks. Prepared for boredom and potential frustration. After all, I was going to be stuck in a room full of toddlers for hours a day with no escape.

During the build up to our first day, I spent a bit of time talking to the young Tokoyami. He was a rather... odd young kid. Obsessed with the dark and fantastical, just as shown in the anime. But it ran deeper than that, his use of language was clearly an attempt to emulate some kind of medieval/ ancient way of speaking, almost as if he was trying to be Dracula. He was pleasant enough though, not particularly hyperactive and tended to keep to himself and his own interests to a degree. Though, he seemed to like my quirk. 

He had caught me practicing in the back yard late one evening when I thought everyone was asleep. We shared his room, and when he woke up to go to the bathroom, he had noticed I wasn't there, only to hear me attempting to fight against my knight. He then insisted that next time I practice, that he watch, stating that his future quirk wouldn't falter to my -now dubbed- dark knights.

Soon the day my education would start rolled around, and it was as boring as you would expect. A day filled with introductions, playing and nap times for the benefit of our teachers. Being completely honest... it was rough. Acting like a child all day was mentally draining, although I appreciated the exercise, but kids had way too much energy for my liking.

My day instantly declined when Tokoyami had let it slip that I had a cool quirk, and soon I was bombarded with 4 year olds asking to see, to which they got the shock of their lives when a knight made of my own shadow sprang forth from the ground behind me. It was also then brought up to Tokoyami's parent's, as I had 'forgotten' to mention it myself. This resulted in a long conversation about honesty and trust, which was even harder on my already mentally drained self.

On the flip side, I had found that there was an impact from repeated use of my quirk. Apparently, even when I unsummoned my army, I didn't regain all the secondary energy I had lost. After my fourth time summoning -and just two of them- I felt nauseous and sapped. I had felt increasingly sluggish throughout the day, but had summed that up to my current situation.

It was valuable information to have, knowing that I couldn't spam my quirk without repercussions.

I went to sleep extra early that day, no late night training (much to Tokoyami's dismay), in preparation for the next day. This one, other than starting with some sort of a curriculum, was no different than yesterday. I once again had kids asking me to summon my knights to play with, they had gotten over the scare factor the knights carried, and saw them as nothing more than play things. The little devils climbed my knights like trees, or had my knights carry them around. I muttered to myself that my knights weren't even the fastest of the bunch, and some little cretin overheard, asking to make them faster. That was where I drew the line, and told him he had misheard me. I had to have some secrets about my quirk, and revealing that I could produce different kinds of shadows with different stats was bound to get me some unwanted early attention.

I'm sure it would be figured out eventually when I join the ranks of the heroes, however for now, it stayed with me.

Finally, the weekend rolled around, my relief sky rocketing and crashing just as quickly.

"Alex, we need to go visit the doctors, you have to get your quirk evaluated you know?" 

'Damn, I'd forgot about that'

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry for the delay, I was having some pc issues and had only recently gotten it fixed. Hope you enjoy the chapter!