𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴

06. face

A/N: oh yeah, here we are. out of sophisticated writing mode fuck proper grammar I ain't about that life.

You can skip this next tidbit of my ramblings, but I thought it be fun just cause always character pages in the manga.

So let me tell you about Rin, for those who are interested and those not willing to dictionary my difficult words (aka taijin kyofusho, perspicacious , agropophobia, and so on) to describe her/story.

Basically, if you can catch on, she's an introvert with a smidge of temper. Speaking out of necessity, mostly during battle. She's polite but not necessarily friendly, which many people mistake her for but she is only trying to set a boundary. Actually, when that politeness slips up it's very easy to tell how unfriendly she is. Other than that, she goes on for long lines of thought and complex feelings about people interaction and feels the need to be extremely analytical to know what she's doing. She has a fear of association, or relationship with others. It's almost a bit of a ptsd symptom, which i won't get into much right now, but a lot of her phobias and fears sprout from the fact her dad got incriminated, and her unexplored otherside of the family. The whole gang shit and all.

*internal turmoil INTENSIFIES*

She's similar to Bakugo in talent but is not so direct in fighting (cause she's too scared to, of course), so I will evaluate her databook style, this is with the use of her quirk (without godspeed/thunder god buffs, just think wind because that's most often available to her).

Power 2/5 D

Speed 5/5 A

Technique 3/5 C (i weighed in the fact she almost never uses the water mode of her quirk)

Intelligence 4/5 B

Co-operativeness 3/5 C

(despite her fear of people, if you give her a rational plan she'll be willing to work that out for the better but she does not like outright working alongside people)

That's all for now. lol that's a lot

[ kill your doubts ]

It had been only a few days since the incident, but the more time passed it seemed the more Rin's nightmares persisted in getting worse. She'd wake up in a cold, frostbitten sweat in the morning due to unintentional unconscious use of her quirk. Then she'd had to sit in her tub in the morning just to warm up before heading to school.

Late. The gate guard scolded her but let her head to her homeroom, where she walked into a life size body-cast. Aizawa had returned way too early. There could be no lie–he looked terrible. It would be better if he was locked in a sarcophagus deep within an ancient pyramid, if that's what it took Aizawa to sit down.

"You're late," he snapped.

Her tired brain couldn't even stop her gangster mouth from running rampant with opposition to authority. "You can't even see me," she retorted, indicating his bandaged eyes. Then she slapped her hand over her mouth.

"I can hear you. It's that gloomy walk. Sit down!"

In her seat, she threw one foot up while playing with her hair that had begun to transform from black to silvery-white. Great, another way to start looking like her incriminated father. A sigh escaped her.

All her frustrations were beating down her usual shyness today, the sort of personality classmates originally judged off her appearance was getting closer to the mark. As soon as she noticed the stares, she put her leg down and made herself small with embarrassment.