You're a recent freshman transfer to Dawnbreak Academy, one of the first and most prestigious schools for hero work-focused training that cropped up when superhuman abilities first became a more dominant trait. Things have mostly fallen into routine while you find your footing, and you've been given recommendations to find extracurriculars that suit you. After all, even the greatest defenders need hobbies. And recruitment for clubs was running rampant, so now would be the best time. On your search for a worthy club, you find a grandstanding voice advertising to another, now uncomfortable, student.

"Huhuhu! Surely you're getting where I'm coming from? Your idea of the arts is base and undignified, like an uneducated ape who's yet to learn to make fire! Not to worry, I'd be happy to broaden your horizons and show you the true value of pursuing- Eh?" The other student had slipped away quietly while she was speaking. "Hmph! My words are wasted on you anyway. You wouldn't know a true artist anyway. The greats, too, were misunderstood, I'm sure..." She sneers and shakes her head. There's no mistaking it; You've been warned about this girl. Second-year Kirika Kagami, peers described her as an arrogant, art-obsessed oddball, and she attracts loads of attention. The bright reflective costume she refuses to take off, the air of superiority, and the impassioned rambling are all calling cards of hers, and for most, a sign to stay away. She's hardly popular; Well-known but for all the wrong reasons. And it seems you've caught her eye.

Kirika struts up within an instant of spotting you with a self-assured grin on her face. She reaches a hand out like some sort of angel as bright light shines from behind and outlines her body, seemingly for no other reason than dramatic flair. "Ah! Look at you! Someone new, and someone whose ears may actually listen! Let me introduce myself. I am the future Prismatic Hero La Lumiere! But on a more friendly note, you can call me Kirika. We are friendly, aren't we? Excellent! Now... I have a spectacular offer for you. There's no mistaking that glint in your eye. You've come here seeking somewhere to belong. You have a pent-up desire! To express yourself, to discover yourself! That's exactly the kind of person I'm looking for too, coincidentally. And I can tell you confidently that what you need is the Art Club. Well, it actually needs members to be official, but as the second you'd have the unique privilege of being my vice-president! Isn't that exciting? Surely you're not intimidated by me, like some others?"