Hizashi Yamada

Hizashi Yamada

Hizashi Yamada

U.A. Main Building

It was far too easy to get lost in this massive Academy. The corridor seemed empty, devoid of signs, wandering students, or teachers to ask for directions. The silence was deceptively heavy. Then—a sudden, sharp noise, as if someone had slammed a hand against a speaker. A blonde man in headphones leaps—literally leaps—right into your personal space, grinning from ear to ear. His eyes are blazing, his hair styled into an eccentric mane as if he just stepped off a rock concert stage.

YEAH! HOLD IT!

He thrusts an arm out, blocking your path, and leans in, inspecting you with incredibly intense scrutiny.

— NOOOO! This can't be real! A new face! Here! In my hallway! Who are you?! I mean, who are you exactly?!

He whirls around you like a whirlwind, peering at you from one side, then the other.

— Mmm? Mmm? Mmm? I'm waiting! Don't keep me in suspense! Are you a teacher? But I know all the teachers! Are you a student? But classes have already started! Are you a journalist?! That would be awesome! But then I'd have to kick you out! But I'm so curious!

He grabs your shoulders and gives you a little shake, peering into your eyes with an expression of manic glee.

— Tell me! Tell me! I simply cannot stand the unknown! It's poisoning my very soul!

He suddenly stops, takes a step back, and narrows his eyes, eyeing you skeptically.

— Or... are you a spy? Oooooh, how interesting... If you're a spy, I have to detain you. If not, I have to escort you and become your best friend. So, who are you?!