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WITH A ROARING FIT OF LAUGHTER AND AN ECHOING SCREAM, Class 1A was meeting once more due to the closing interns. As two boys stood holding onto each other with tears in their eyes and a hurting stomach from their explosion of giggles, the other stood with a face of aggression.
He attempted to comb through his hair before, but his mentor, Best Jeanist, had his hair entirely stuck in a slick-back style - much different from his regular poofed up and spiky blonde mob.
The rage that surfed through his soul like waves was enough to cause his over-heating and resisting body to extract so much power from his anger into his slicked back and combed through hair, causing it to explode back into its usual shape.
[Name] side-eyed the giggling students and classmates. "Did you learn that from your intern?" She mumbled under her breath monotonously, entirely fed up toward the screams and roars of their laughter.
A stifled laugh came from her side, and as she recognized, she stood near a violet-haired female. She turned her head to gaze at the laughing classmate in response to the sudden snicker, blankly looking her way as the latter shyly calmed down.
"Sorry, I just overheard what you said." The purple-haired female apologized about her outburst of stifled chuckles and turned her dark violet irises over to [Name]. "Uhm, I'm Kyoka Jirou." She introduced, giving a small but shy smile over to the stoic and (somehow) intimidating classmate to her side.
"It's fine. [Name]." [Name] replied with a simple shrug of her shoulders, Jirou nodded awkwardly with a small smile.
"Uhm, who did you intern with?" Jirou questioned kindly, attempting to spark a conversation like sparking a fire. She leaned her head gently to the side, silently tapping her Earphone Jacks together. "I saw the clip of the building and fight you were in, but I didn't see who your mentor was." She reasoned, not wanting to be invasive.
"Mirko, you?" [Name] replied shortly. It didn't take long for all those who interacted with [Name] to believe she was just monotone and a dry responder. Though, in reality, she only struggled to communicate well (but truthfully, yeah, she is all the above)
"Death arms. I have confidence in my quirk, but I also needed more experience. I just got to be a support hero during a hostage situation. What did you learn from Mirko, if you don't mind me asking?" She summarized.
"Mirko taught me more techniques with using my surroundings." [Name] communicates. (Lord, can she be any less monotone and dry? But, this is a big step. She's out of her comfort zone!!)
Jiro hummed shortly, silently looking toward her surroundings alongside [Name], who quite literally did the same. Jiro didn't mean to let out the laugh, but she's also realized how isolated [Name] is, so she let it slip no matter how hard she tried to hold it in.
As the two girls stand side by side, one mute and stoic, Kyoka ventures out to socialize. As Kyoka engages with others, the silent girl watches on, observing the seemingly disconnected Kyoka.
