"I already said we would accept her, so, cards on the table Mr Shadowstar; how far is she on the spectrum?" Nezu asks gazing at you with the same patient gaze one might give to a precious child. "The understandably detailed reports do point out she is smart but she doesn't understand most ordinary things."
Father gives a chuckle. "Oh she will never be a fully functional adult but there are reasons for that beyond possible autism. Let us be clear, if digital information cannot be kept then she will always need a legal guardian. Did you think of that? Bank records and possibly all legal things including her identity won't exist in records. Not unless the records are kept offline. She possibly could be diagnosed as having Aspergers but as you can see: She can talk and has a mind of her own. She is sapient. Anything more is conjecture." He seems confident, in his own way indifferent, that there is nothing wrong with his daughter.
You have no idea what a burger has to do with classes or whatever. You continue to sit up straight. Without slouching your mind begins to wander. Back when you were in fifth grade mother volunteered often at children's hospitals. She put on plays using shadows on the walls. She was an amazing woman without confirming to norms of society. She was kind and mysterious. She was the
Shadow Princess.
You remember that on one delightful but sunny day while you were reading
Goldilocks and the Three Bears a young girl only a year older than you were at the time came over to mother. ".. Am I a bad person if my quirk is drinking blood to shapeshift?" The young girl asked. The blonde girl might have been insane or simply earnest. It was a valid question wasn't it? You do not remember that child's name however.
Mother and you were in the hospital courtyard seated on a bench near the roses. Catorina didn't hesitate to respond in a patient understanding manner. "No. No quirk nor any other part of a person automatically makes them a bad person. Have no fear of what others think of your quirk, just do as you feel right."
You know you observed this. Was the blonde girl named Himeko? The memory has faded since four years ago but a name such as 'princess child' does seem apt for that girl even though that child looked crazy according to the majority of the world. You remember this day not because of her but because mother always seemed regal and a princess to you. She was wise and ignored following trends and politics.
Mother gave nice hugs. Mother always was a good friend. While father could seem cold, you never felt afraid of your mother or your father. While mother was not in the news typically, she was always your hero. A hero who respected all people of all genders, personalities, orientations, and of course every nationality.
The world outside your daydreaming continues to exist. "Carol, do you have anything to contribute?"
You turn your attention back to the mouse/bear creature. "I am no good at cooking or cleaning but if this is one of those schools where students do cleanup, I promise to contribute my part to the best of my ability. I cannot be counted on to become the number one hero, or even in the top ten, but I will work hard to be a good student. There is no such thing as coincidence. There is only inevitability. Hm, sir, no matter what happens, I've played my part in the universe for better or worse. Thank you for having me, Mr Nezu."
[] Flash forward to entrance exam. (Roll 2d6)
[] Meeting a green haired boy at a local park.
[] On a weekend try to locate the blonde girl.
