- █ 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍!! ALL SEEING EYES ❞
- ( tags: waitin for his group *dances* ) ( form: here) ( 28 ) ( shiketsu high teacher + pro-hero ) ( wc: 1,216 )
- indentWell, he couldn’t say he was surprised that he won yesterday.
indentIt was a close fight! At least, that is what he told the kids as he held Mai up into the air celebrating their victory. They had started somewhere in the middle of the day where the heat reached its peak and finished at sunset, the tip of the sun barely visible on the horizon. His breathing was fine at the end of the fight, sure, he was sweating a little bit but that was inevitable! Ok maybe his breath was a little ragged, but it was only because his group put up a nasty fight. Especially Eishun. The memory of the third-year standing in the middle of the field, chest heaving up and down but with a wicked look in his eyes; a hunger for victory. It felt familiar, somehow. A hand goes up to his cheek as he looks in the mirror, a mix of muted purple and yellow on his cheek. “Ahh, I should’ve been more careful,” he hummed to himself. Akila… was it? She was tough as well, constantly trying to grab his attention despite not giving her the time of day. He had a handful of kids in his team, some were completely tired by the end of it while others weren’t. It was enough to tell Gorou who to look out for.
indentAfter the fight, he grouped up with the rest of the heroes, most of them boasting about their own victory (which was reasonable) while others had a variety of bruises of their own. Koki, Kitai, and Dr. Zura, heroes who lost to their students. Koki was an odd case. At first, Gorou was a bit concerned for the smaller hero; pupils contracted and completely spaced out unless you grabbed his attention. It made Gorou wonder who did it. Gorou and Mai, Akio and Cho, and Sakura were the heroes who won the fight against the students. He’d have to keep an eye on the students who lost, find out why they lost and how they can grow. Pushing the clipboard away, Gorou leaned his head back with a sigh. “This is so much work,” he quietly complains, grabbing his glasses. It was early in the morning, tooearly for Gorou. The sun was barely rising from the sky and there were still visible stars scattered in the sky.
indentNot bothering to put his glasses on, he lets them hang from his shirt, the weight of them pulling the neck of his shirt down low enough to expose his collarbones. Going to the closet in the cabin’s room (thank god their cabins were bigger than the students’), he pulled out a bag full of scarves, Bentos, and printed notes. Lower lip jutting out childishly, he thought to himself, ‘Why am I the one doing this?’ With his hands full, despite them being so large, he kicks his door open without thinking of his resting cabin-mates. With a cheeky laugh, he closes it behind him with his foot. Skipping a few stairs, he leaves the cabin and inhales the fresh air of the early morning. It was around.. 4 am? He couldn’t be bothered to check his phone right now, so he could be wrong. Whistling softly, enjoying the calm ambiance, he walked over to the student headquarters.
indentStopping at the first cabin, he digs into the pocket of his sweatpants for his keys. Opening the door, he places the note containing all the information about the activity and the groups. Today, they’re going to do something without the heroes (to Gorou’s dismay, it was fun fighting the kids yesterday). It was a simple activity! Something easy to start the day. Each student will be placed in a small team, two competing against two; The villains and the heroes. Each student is going to have their own scarf while trying to take away their opponent’s scarf. If two students from the same team lose their scarf, they lose. Good luck to whichever student is left to fight against two other students while their teammate watches, that must suck. it was a nice little activity for the morning. Placing the scarves Gorou bought with each of their names embedded into the scarf. Stitching their names was something Gorou did himself! Whether it was worth it or not was another thing. Grabbing the small Bentos from the bag, he placed them on the kitchen counter. While it wasn't the biggest meal. Nevertheless, it sufficed. Plus, it was full of protein and other healthy junk.
indentOnce he exits the cabin, he presses the intercom in the disguise of a doorbell to alert the kids to wake up. “Oi Oi Oi!! Wake up! You have to be there in,” he pauses, looking around to think up of a time, “8 minutes! If I don’t see you in the training area with your group I’ll have you run till you pass out! You have my permission to start without the pro’s but don’t tell them I said that!” Continuing to enter the cabins and repeating the same thing until he was finished, his rosy lips tug into a proud smile, exhaling softly as he walks back to his cabin. Gorou would only be giving them time to eat the bento and change unless they were the type to panic at a small number and dash out of the door.
indentThe other heroes were notified of the activities for the camp before arriving at the camp. They had everything planned out. Glancing at his phone, he stared at the bright numbers on his lock screen. 5:45 am. Well, it wasn’t that early. Opening the door to his cabin, he laughs aloud at nothing in particular; perhaps he just wanted to pester his cabinmate Koki. He would have another but Hana has yet to come. Sending the woman a quick text he tosses the phone onto the counter. Going up the flight of stairs, he stops in front of Koki’s room. Staring at it for a few seconds, he chuckles to himself. “Koki! Wake up, you have stuff to do!” He shouts through the door, twisting the knob and opening the door a small fraction. It would be rude to intrude while he’s asleep. Humming as he exits his cabin again, he stretches on his way to the area. The heroes were going to be referees for the groups, nothing too wild. Stopping in front of a particular cabin, a mischievous smirk spreads on his face. Cabin two, huh? Pressing the intercom, he laughs. “Diiiiing~! Good morning, Miss Pom Pom!” Using her old nickname from their school days, he turns around with hands in his pockets, whistling contently.
indentAnd with that, he finally walks to his respective area. By now, the sun was higher up in the sky. Humming in displeasure, he puts his glasses on and glances towards the cabins, watching as students scrambled to get to their areas. He permitted them to start when their teammate and opponents were on the field, so that’ll be fun! The names of who he was supposed to supervise were blurry except for one person in particular. Running a hand through his hair, his bright blue eyes jump from head to head finding someone to pester while he waits.