Luckily none of the applicants had to wait very long on receiving either acceptance letters… or rejections. In fact, it was the very next day that the mail came. It was with bated breath that Umiko whisked it away to her room, tempted to rip it open right then and there… and yet, scared to as well. What if she didn’t destroy enough of the robots? What if she isn’t good enough, in comparison to the other applicants? Umiko collapsed back against her closed door, bright blue eyes intent on the letter as she slid down… until she was sitting down. “I don’t know if I can do it,” Umiko told the empty silence with an awkward laugh. “I don’t know if I can open this. I… I could’ve taken more of those robots down. I could’ve…” Umiko searched for something to say, but ended up with nothing.<br/><br/>“N-No, I… I have to do it. I won’t find out otherwise.”<br/><br/>Her heart in her throat, Umiko ripped it open… and…<br/><br/>“YES!!”<br/><br/>Umiko jumped up and down in glee, her watery hair floating about her. “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! I got in!” With a squeal, she whirled around and threw herself on top of her bed, kicking her feet.<br/><br/>Classes start the next day. How cool is that?!<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>An unfortunate thing about wings instead of fingers is that there is no such thing as privacy. Nearly every moment of every day is spent with someone else, helping you as though you are an invalid. How disrespectful. Sora could not open her own letter from U.A., but have someone else do it for her. No, it is not disrespectful, it is demeaning. “Excuse me, but can I have it now?” Sora asked as politely as she could manage, but of course… her family either chose not to listen, or simply did not care about potential humiliation on her part. In any case, tears were shed… and the letter in question was passed about.<br/><br/>“Look! Accepted! Passed with flying colors!”<br/><br/>“Isn’t that wonderful?”<br/><br/>“Have you thought of a superhero name yet, my dear?”<br/><br/>Sora closed her eyes, her frustration bubbling already. “Yes, I have,” she answered after she had a moment to compose herself. “May I have my letter now?”<br/><br/>“No! Don’t you realize how proud we are of you?”<br/><br/>Lifting a wing, Sora had the soft feathers brush over her face. “I am going to bed,” she declared on a sigh. “I need to be ready for tomorrow.” Her eyes somewhat cold, Sora had her head up high as she twisted to leave, a waterfall of silver rippling down her back. Many protests rang out, but she ignored them all.