The First Generation

Designers Risks

"Uraraka... Can I ask you a question?"

It was a pretty flat opener to a conversation, but it really was all Mina had up her sleeve. With both Uraraka and Izuku working at all points during the day to create the costumes for this whole Hero idea, neither one had a large amount of time for social interaction these days. They usually spent a long time in their rooms each day, stitching and measuring, looking up references and figuring out more ways to do their tasks. Both were dedicated to getting the costumes done in as short a manner as possible.

That meant the only two people that she had to talk to were Katsuki and Todoroki... Neither of which were particularly gifted conversationalists. Katsuki just seemed to get angry at everything, no matter how trivial, while Todoroki, he tried, but he tripped up a lot. As it turned out, he was actually fairly awkward, so conversations barely lasted five minutes on a good day. While Mina may have liked to have a proper conversation with the brown haired girl, she'd made it pretty clear that she felt that work was more important. Izuku was the same way, asking politely not to be disturbed unless it was absolutely urgent, so as much as Mina wanted to, she couldn't find it in herself to bother him. In the same way, she did feel guilty about disrupting Uraraka's work...

But she was the one of the two who probably had the answer to the question that the pink skinned girl was looking for. And of the two, Mina felt less bad about disrupting Uraraka, since she was far more social than Izuku tended to be.

In that vein, the Zero Gravity Quirk user put down the costume she was working on, belonging to Katsuki, and spun around in her chair to look towards the Acid Quirk user, a welcoming smile on her face as she did so. "Sure thing, come on in."

Stepping in out of Uraraka's doorway, Mina shut the wooden door behind her, and slowly walked over to the brown eyed girl's bed, where she sat upon, noticing a lack of chairs for use in the very simple and plain room. Unlike her, Uraraka apparently didn't seem to be particular interested in a large amount of customization, being pretty grateful for what she had given to her. She was a person who could survive off the necessities, not the comforts of living.

Why she chose to live that way, Mina had no real idea. Feeling curious, she decided to inquire as to the reason. "Hey... Why's your room so barren, anyway? I lived on the freakin' streets for a year and I've got more stuff than you do."

With a scratch of the back of the head, Uraraka smiled awkwardly. "Well... I didn't get thrown out like you did... But my family is still pretty poor. I came here to make life a little easier on them. I didn't really have much more at home, but I brought a lot of it over." She scanned her room, realizing the mess that it was in, before turning back to Mina. "As for why it's so bare... It's kind of a solidarity thing."

"You've lost me."

"Well.... Most Quirked people don't have a lot these days, do they? A lot of them don't even have families... And so many have to live with barely any possessions..." The girl said sadly, looking down to her floor as she spoke. "I'm pretty lucky like that... So, I decided to live pretty lightly, just to experience what life is really like when you don't have a lot of comfort items. I mean, I know I still have a bed and warm meals at the end of the day, but... It just helps to put some things into perspective, you know? I mean, I know it's gotta look like a castle compared to what you lived in... But it just helps a bit to remind me how lucky I am that I didn't end up on the streets..."

The black eyed girl nodded as the rosy cheeked one spoke, understanding the logic that Uraraka was using. "I get it. It's kind of like saying, 'I'm making my life that bit more difficult so I can understand and empathise with you a bit better', right?" She questioned her friend. When her friend nodded at her in response to her assessment, Mina offered her a small smile. "It's a nice sentiment."