After so many years of nothing but<span style="font-style: italic">learning,</span>it began today. His first day as a sidekick. As soon as he'd set foot through that door, he'd be on his way to becoming a full-fledged hero; this was only the beginning. The thought was nerve-wracking, exhilarating,<span style="font-style: italic">exciting.</span>Through his own blood, sweat, and tears, he'd worked his entire life to get this far, and he showed no signs of slowing down. This agency, though fairly new and still untested through the fires of time, was one that he'd concluded would best serve his current goals. Shadow Angel, the slightly-older<span style="font-style: italic">hero-in-command</span>, had a quirk almost similar to his own; so there had to be something for him to learn there, right? At the very least, he'd gain real-life experience--a commodity seen as priceless through the eyes of any future pro-hero.<br/><br/>Confident, casual strides carried the young male across the street. It was a warm, cicada-filled morning--one that made him grateful he'd stopped to grab a drink on the way. A flick of his wrist told him the time, and he picked up the pace. He was almost there, but he'd just barely make it on time. With a soda in one hand and the other raking back his caramel hair, Nico turned the corner. As the agency building came into view, he caught a momentary glimpse of blue hair as it disappeared through the entrance, and he hurried to follow suit. Continuing forward, he pushed past the door. There was no greeting as he entered the building, but instead, he was welcomed by the sound of hurried<span style="font-style: italic">pit-pats</span>down the stairs. Coming into view was a smiley attendant, who after exchanging polite "hello's," requested to see his identification. At her request, he flashed the card and was promptly guided up the stairs.<br/><br/>Reaching the top, Nico took the liberty of opening the door and allowing himself in. Before even scanning the room, he flashed an upbeat, charismatic grin, "<span style="color: #FF4040">Hey,</span>" came his simple and casual greeting, stepping forward as he pulled the door closed behind him. His focus first went to the one behind the desk, the pink-haired woman whom he assumed to be the boss--and then switched to the one sitting across, a younger, blue-haired girl. He squinted at the younger girl, pausing; she seemed familiar, but it took a moment for him to put a name to the face.<span style="font-style: italic">Aika,</span>he would finally recall. He didn't know much about her, but from their brief interactions at UA, he knew enough. She was well-off, and, honestly, a little stuck-up. Or, at least, that was how he saw it. What more did he need to know? And, anyway, why was she here? Aside from claiming his assignment, he had very little knowledge of what exactly this little meeting would bring. All he could do for now was wonder, wait, and listen.