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The stoic female found herself gazing deeply into a violet-haired male's irises, a dull and exhausted pair. His entire speech was boring, she zoned it out and he happened to notice her unattentive figure. The U.A. sports festival happened to be in a few days, the competition was rising, and people came to wanting the win.
Class 1A watched her unmoving figure, the direct eye contact she endured, and the way the male seemingly shuddered from her gaze.
"Cool." Her monotone voice rang, seemingly enraging the violet-haired male.
It seemed the entire class of 1A was backed up by the harsh words spoken by the male, Shinso. But the stoic teenager stood still, and once he finished, she immediately walked straight through the crowd with an unbothered expression.
"Hey?! We were talking to you!" A voice shouts, her disrespect lingering against their skin. The bunch seemed to shrivel underneath her cold glare, yet she walked it off through the crowd.
"Hey! You're Tahashi, right?" A voice shouted in recognition, the female continued her ignorance and the crowd seemed to clear once they became aware of her figure. Once she passed through and began her journey away, the bunch of students combined once again to meet the rest of 1A.
[Name] left class 1A to themselves, strolling down through the hallways. She needed to go, and someone wouldn't block her only exit. If so, she would desperately break through the windows if it means avoiding social interactions.
It was odd, she didn't understand the point of getting so competitive when it came to the festival. Yes, she happened to be training often, and she did understand internships. But [Name] Tahashi couldn't find the care or excitement of fighting against one another.
There were exceptions of course. She wanted to see if the violet-haired male was true to his words, but she wouldn't want to fight him. She considers her time too precious to verse someone like that.
Her time is very precious, and she is aware.
"Please, put more thought into it. She's a first-year, Madam. She doesn't even have her license yet." It was obvious, that is, the desperate tone lingering in his voice. He so badly needed her to listen to him, and not consider this. He couldn't have it occur, though training would be precise for her skills, the corruptness and hold the organization will have on her makes him shrivel away.
"I'm still considering it." Her steely expression never faltered, glaring his way. The golden-eyed pro hero sighed lowly, ignoring her turquoise eyes. "She's a powerful individual, from what I have heard. But just because she is still young I won't be halting my reasonings." Madam President concluded and sat in her professional office chair. She formally stuck her intertwined palms outward, clutching them together.
The thick atmosphere never left, it remained the same. Tense and quiet, he feared the lady who held so much power.
"...Right, I'll get going now," Hawks spoke, his lips unnoticeably twitched downward into a frown. His shoes met with the flooring, walking out from Madam President's professional office.
