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UA... The school of my dreams, it was for a long while, heck— it still is. But somehow, I can't help but be bored out of my mind with this orientation nonsense...
Okay, it's not— nonsense, learning Eraserhead'll be supervising our class was a highlight, and Principal Nezu, despite being... well, a mouse. Really seemed to care about everyone; probably—
Well in short it's really cool to know we're being taken care of like this.
Apparently, there's gonna be a mystery teacher for the Hero Courses... but we'll get there when we get there.
I guess it's the technical parts I'm having trouble not sinking my seat into. It's even harder that the two people next to me were dangerously close to snoozing as if they weren't already.
There is that one guy in front of me, greenie... no idea what his quirk is but it's prolly somethin bout how fast he's writin in that book of his... seriously surprised it hasn't caught on fire yet.
I guess I'll just ask him bout the finer details later...
There is... someone, dunno who they are, caught a glimpse of em in my glasses. A ginger rockin a pretty solid ponytail, with hair spiky enough to poke me in the eyes... I think, they're pretty far from here. A stranger, way ahead of my seat, and it looked like she's at the Class B's sittin area. Prolly won't get to meet em cause a' how big this place gets, but they do look pretty cool—
That guy's fall— Oh, looks like she's got it...
Big hands, huh? Looks like, that's like... halfa his torso? a bit vague with the distance, but her quirk's probably something like that...
It's... cool, I wonder if she's a martial artist too—
Oh crap, she's looking this way...
crapcrapcrap— but maybe not at... me?
Nope. At me, At me. while I'm— okay I can probably just look away before she—
She's squinting, okay. Crap how do I not make this weird, do I just look away...? yeah I'll just—
A..and I'm making a weird face now, great. Awesome, good job; Kenji Shinjirou. Good job. You totally blew it. It's over now, I might as well go home and hang the cape while I still don't have—
and... heh, she's uh... It's too far t'a tell, but it looks like she's havin fun with it...?
What... kinda hole did I dig myself into? Well, this stinks, but if I can make do with this... then I can keep at it for a little bit.
Hmm, I... wanna try something.
I shoot at her with a finger gun, and I guess it takes a bit for her to realize; but she tilts her head for a second before making this weird, scrunched up face... And I suppose this is where the fun stops because—
She's... making a weird face now too? She's pulling her nose up before putting her hand down and, is she raising her eyebrows or something...
A... challenge?
Well, the wiser move would be to stop now but. Well, I started it, so do I really have a choice?
So, I keep making em, pulling my ears, then my eyelids, anythin to make me look uglier and weirder, on purpose. A bit of a push a pull as we take turns trying to trip the other up... T'a be honest it's getting kinda fun now—
"O-ow..." Fun's... over, I turn around while scratching my head to see my classmate, the Blue-haired Iida-kun who scolded me fer playin mobile games at the entrance exam, This is... my bad though, again. So, I don't blame him.
"Shinjirou-san, apologies for the physical contact, however I would like to ask you to refrain from distracting yourself and others from the orientation." the dude waves his arms around, kind of a miracle he hasn't been hitting anyone else with em as he talked.
"Hm, got it." I give him a polite bow, before scratching the back of my neck, "Sorry bout that man."
"That's alright, but please refrain from doing it again and— hey, you aren't permitted to sleep during orientation!"
I tune my hearing aids down, not wanting to witness the scolding another classmate was surely suffering as I turn back to the speaker...
I'm not really looking at the guy on the stage though. My gaze goes a little to the left, where she is... She's talkin t'a someone now, hopefully not gettin into too much trouble like I did.
...
Maybe she won't see it. but I'll give her a quick thumbs up an a smile before I start listenin again.
We probably won't be seein each other again. But I'd like to think we'd grow to be quite the cool heroes soon.
About... a year into the future.
"So it was you!" Itsuka giggles for a bit, then scratches her chin, "You know, looking back I kinda thought you were weird for doing that."
"Hehe..." I wince a little, "I guess it was kinda weird was it—"
She presses a finger against my forehead, "Not, like that... sure, you looking at me like that was a little strange at first but making those goofy faces you did were fun."
"So... a fun weird." She pauses again,
"Fun... weird?"
"Fun weirds are cool weirds. I think."
I watch as she drinks from her coffee while looking through the window. I take a sip of my iced coffee, before clearing my throat.
"Boy, am I glad then, that you're Itsuka Kendo, and... not a normal person." She turns to me immediately, wearing that cutely confused look on her face.
"And... what's that supposed to mean?"
She asks, puffing up into a small pout.
"Ju..st that you're a fun weird." I shrug a little,
"Fun weirds are cool weirds, ya kno—"
"Ow— oww!" I yelp as she rubs her fist against my shoulder, glaring at me with a strained smile on her face. A parody of a stern look looks like it... given that she looks like she's very clearly trying to hold it in.
"I take it back... you're creepy, Shinjirou."
I stare at her, wide-eyed and with my in-air quotes, jaws agape...
"Hey, that's rude!"