❛Hey kid, you can wake up now. There are 8 minutes before your match.❜
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She stirred awake, like a spoon among soup. The teenager's alluring yet somehow dull eyes fluttered open slightly, scanning her spot in search of remembrance. When it washed over her that her fight was upcoming, her body rolled from its spot and stood upright. She was entirely unaware of her classmate's worried gazes toward matches upon matches, wondering why she wasn't present and near their sitting spots.
Yet the unbothered teenager was sat up straight, alone again. Alone like every day, but she didn't mind. She never cared much about her lonely and present being, even while she was silent and peered down at her scarred palms. The only thing breaking her from the ongoing train of thought was the interruption sound. Due to enhanced hearing, she heard a nearby door swing open slowly.
[Name] Tahashi stood from her spot on the cushioned and soft couch, taking a glance at the atmosphere around before she swiftly left to avoid being caught hanging out in there. Entirely, she was not supposed to be there, but she wanted to go somewhere isolated and quiet, somewhere to rest. Her white shoes caused a rhythmic tapping sound, flowing her silence while she strolled by herself. She walked down the bright hallways, strolling around.
Another juice box won't hurt, right? She's had one earlier, [Name] Tahashi thinks she can strive without one, but her boredom swings and tilts in her empty mind. She can have another one, right? It won't hurt anybody.
A ping, a frustrated grunt, and the shake of the vending machine sounded. Shinso Hitoshi, the violet-haired male, stood exhaustedly rubbing his eyes, desperate for a drink to calm his throat. [Name] Tahashi happened to notice his figure and the troubles he faced while entering the snack area, silently appearing beside him. The male jumped at her sudden appearance.
He also happened to jump at the feeling of flowing juices in his clutch. Peering down to meet with the drink, he spent at least 10 minutes shaking out. Shinso Hitoshi watched as she stepped ahead without any bother, sticking a coin into the vending machine slot and awaiting her drink as well.
"Thanks." He spoke up, his fingers twisting around the cap of the bottle. "Why did you do that?" Shinso asked suddenly, narrowing his eyes at her back that faced his way.
"Why not?" She responded, her monotone voice blurring out the dialing noises she pressed into the machinery.
"I made someone my puppet today, you saw. I don't have a hero's quirk." He blurted. His reasoning was expected for her to shudder away, but she remained still.
"Then why bother?" Shinso Hitoshi tilted his head out of curiosity in response, awaiting what else the cold-hearted teenager had to say. "You're so desperate to get others away." He wanted to call her a hypocrite. It reached his thoughts first, yet he kept quiet. "Who cares? If you have a villain's quirk, go be a villain."
So little said, yet so much to take in. Or at least, that was the case for Shinso Hitoshi. Shinso watched as she lowly dropped and crouched down, extending her covered and sleeved arm into the dark pit of the vending machine. She met with the fruit punch juice box, grasping it and pulling it out. He could only stare at the stoic female's back, could only stand still as she punched a hole into the juice box using the plastic straw.
