(POV General)
The night passed quickly as the day turned anew. The sun rose lighting the streets of New York including one young scientists window.
Within Hiro's room was a standard alarm clock with glowing digital numbers reading 6:59. Silent now then turn loud and obnoxious as the ringing sound echoed within his room startling Hiro up.
"Huh!?" Hiro exclaimed as he stumbled out of bed with a pajama set on. Seeing the time on the alarm clock Hiro yawned, looked to his dresser, and changed.
Today Hiro wore a white undershirt with a red overcoat paired with his blue jeans. And to top it off A pair of red googles a gift from his fifth birthday.
Once dressed a wondrous smell penetrated his nostrils of a simple meal of Bacon and eggs with a side of pancakes. "Pancakes?!"
Hiro familiar with the smell ran down stairs finding his tired mother with bags under her eyes just like Oda last night.
Shia still wearing her nursing gown smiled cheerily at Hiro's arrival and placed his plate down on the table "Enjoy" was all she said as she turned off the oven, cleaned the dishes, and kissed Hiro on the cheek.
"Have fun at school today." Shia softly spoke as she went to bed crossing into her room. Only for her husband Oda to replace his last night mood. Who now was fully rested and recovered wearing a brown over coat, blue jeans, and white undershirt.
Like clock work seeing his Father Hiro waves to his father with some bacon in mouth as he grabbed his black Nike sneakers and tied his shoes and equipped his back pack.
After a brief farewell Hiro was out of the house and on the street. Once there Hiro immediately took his backpack off opened it by pushing one of the pieces inward revealing a long board with stickers on the bottom.
The wheels on the long board were teal, but these were hardly noticed as many meme characters were used as stickers Helmo and Pepe were the main stickers.
Once out and laid Hiro began skateboarding towards Midtown High taking about five to ten minutes. On arrival it was 7:56 am seeing the time on his watch.
Hiro went to his first class Art. His favorite. Cause he can use that time for design work. Inside the room instead of desks there are tables that can fit three students a piece numbering five.
However within the room at the back of it there is twenty isles with canvases on top of them. Blank with paintbrushes sat beside them. Across the room at the front of it sat several paint buckets and pallets.
Seeing the class almost empty with the exception of the Teacher. Hiro assumed he was the first student there and so rightfully took his spot at a table.
Out of the five Hiro sat in the middle on the far right closest to the window and the most secluded perfect for designing new 'Toys.'
"Mister Okumura why aren't you sitting at an isle?" Miss Zapatista the art teacher queried Hiro. Who in response showed his book to her making sure she saw the title letting her read "Art Book 1."
"Oh I see! Would you kindly show me your work once the period is over?" Hiro hearing her kindly smiled and nodded off for his extroverted behavior.
But Hiro simply couldn't talk well with strangers it wasn't that he's scared he just needed to adapt to the surroundings of the area first.
Nodding his head Hiro had a better view of his teacher. Miss Zapatista wore a white shirt with multiple colors of paint all over it and brown slacks to go along with it. Miss Zapatista was of Mexican descent has green eyes, curly brown hair, and brown circular glasses.
With her go ahead Hiro looked back down and now started on both his 'Toy' designs and now his art project. Trying to muster up his imagination Hiro began tapping his pencil on the table rhythmically trying somehow regain that spark he had when designing both the AI helmet which is still not finalized and the Sticky Bomb.
As Hiro began to tap and tap his focus on his surroundings faded and lost until a ringing of the starting class bell at 8:17 am.
Hearing the sound of a bell Hiro awoke from his imagination seeing a full room with two strangers next to him. The closest one to him seemed to be rowdy in nature as he seemed to have issues with 'Peter Parker?'
Hiro mentally squalled as he saw the rowdy boy roll up some paper and shoot it through a makeshift paper pipe spitballing Peter who ignored it. Barely.
Hiro confused towards the behavior looked back to the rowdy boy who had short spiked hair and wore a red sweater with blue jeans and white sneakers.
Hiro was about to attempt to stop the rowdy boy in an attempt to pay back what he owed in this case for Peter, but was already beaten to the punch by the boy next to him.
This boy wore blue jeans, brown vans, and a green T-shirt. Which complimented his green eyes and blond hair. Hiro couldn't pick up what the boy said to the rowdy one but what he could pick up was that this other boy seemed very calm.
"Hahaha!" Taking Hiro's attention to the front on the right of Peter was a burly boy? Seemingly the size of a middle aged man with muscles bigger than Hiro's entire body almost laughing at the rowdy boy causing him to lose it at him.
Hiro so shocked by the outburst dropped his pencil letting it roll off the table and onto the floor. Beginning to pick up the pencil Hiro was but a finger distance away when he heard a feminine voice compared to the others.
"Boys…" speaking in a disapproving manner Hiro followed the voice of the girl to directly in front of him. This girl was also Mexican-no Puerto Rican decent with brown eyes and long brown hair.
"Hmm?" Seeing a hand under the table Ava Ayala looked to the source seeing Hiro stare at her and then was about to freak if not for Peter's save of the pencil.
"Oh? Hiro here's your pencil!" Seeing the pencil Hiro snapped out of it and stuttered as he took the writing utensil "T-thanks."
Peter was about to say more but miss Zapatista voice over took them as she walked among the students in the back who were painting.
"Now remember to utilize your imagination but never forget to take breaks as if you don't you'll tire yourself more." With those words of wisdom Miss Zapatista walked past a certain student and asked "Mister Osborn? What is this?"
Harry with his candid smile looked between her and his work and patted his head in embarrassment "Sorry Miss Zapatista I wanted to draw an old comic book character I liked as a kid and it didn't turn out so well."
Hearing that kids began to huddle around Harry Osborn only to understand Miss Zapatista dilemma and agree with her as the painting looked like a smudge and smeared across the canvas. Peter curious as Harry was his best friend looked to his drawing actually able to understand blurting out the character.
Hiro didn't pay much attention to everyone drawing like a mad man in his design book. Mentally thanking his fellow classmate Harry. As his imagination was shortsighted 'Why rely on one's own imagination if there are fandoms you can copy!' Is Hiro's strategy and it worked.
Neurons began firing one after another reminding himself of fandoms from his past life like Dc, Lord of the Rings, Anime, Manga, and Video games. To name a few using these caused Hiro's imagination to skyrocket as his mind began to weaponize his fantasies in a 'Toy' like manner of course.
However after finishing the first outline Hiro's trusted pencil tip broke in half from the pressure of speed and the angle of drawing.
Not wanting this feeling to stop Hiro grabbed his pencil and left his book opened forgetting his surroundings. A mistake on his part. And walked to the front where next to the pallet stand is another area for artistic supplies in Hiro's case a pencil sharpener.
With the buzz of the sharpening Hiro began to strategize over his next project and once the outline was completed he would ascertain the threat level as Hiro's goals is not to harm but to incapacitate.
Dung! The buzzing subsided and with a sharpened pencil Hiro turned towards the table seeing someone over his book.