Rock 'N' Roll High School

by TheJoshuaTree87

A paired class assignment provokes tension and unease between two completely different students, now obligated to collaborate with each other. In time, a bond is established, but what will come of their newfound respect and appreciation for one another, especially when their connection begins to evolve beyond friendship?

13. My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down

Fumikage examined the time-table notice on the door. The room had been reserved for students of Class 1-A (M. Ashido and F. Tokoyami) and would be occupied between 1:25 and 2:20. The stylised handwriting confirmed who'd been the one to update it.

True to her word, Mina Ashido had successfully secured a location for them during their study period. How she'd managed to was another story, but the method was not important. Considering she'd been the one to propose working during school hours, Fumikage had been questionable of her intentions and if she'd be able to commit to her promise. But after discovering this, he internally scolded himself for ever thinking she wouldn't demonstrate such initiative.

Lunch had yet to end, but Fumikage had elected to arrive in advance to ensure they would be able to commence work immediately. There still remained the question if Ashido herself had even arrived yet, but by channelling out the surrounding noise, Fumikage was able to concentrate on the pop song emerging from inside. The choice of music confirmed the occupant. It was unmistakably her.

Fumikage decided to enter, but hesitated just as his hand graced the handle. Fumikage sighed with frustration, disappointed in himself for his still lingering reluctance and apprehension to interact with Mina Ashido.

What's the problem?

Fumikage politely explained he required a moment to compose himself before he could enter. But as expected, this evoked even greater confusion from Dark Shadow.

To what? Prepare yourself? What do you think's gonna happen?

Although impossible to predict the future, there was one outcome Fumikage was committed to preventing from ever occurring again. Being quite conscious about his image and the ways his peers perceive him, Fumikage had always made sure to present himself in a manner befitting a fellow classmate. But following his behaviour towards Ashido, he'd really started filtering himself when in the presence of others. He wanted to ensure he would never hurt commit another despicable act towards another student again.

Come on, don't start this again! There's gonna be no more pity parties in our schedule anymore. It's all in the past now. You heard her: 'just forget about it'.

But he couldn't, try as he might. Memories of his hurtful words and Ashido's crushed spirit refused to leave him in peace, like an internal infection. Ashido had repeatedly encouraged him to move past it, reassuring that she wasn't hurt. The return of her usual positivity and energy was truly a welcome sight. But Fumikage couldn't simply dismiss what had transpired. It might have been a simple disagreement to her, but to him it had been so much more; an event that would continue to cause him grief and misery.

You're not seriously scared, are you?

Dark Shadow's accusation wasn't entirely untrue. He might've been able to speak with her during class, but the prospect of interacting with her in their own privacy was something wasn't terribly prepared for, especially after how their previous exchange had ended.

Even though several days had passed, Fumikage had still found himself routinely reflecting upon their discussion and the myriad of emotions it had managed to evoke in. He had only originally intended on thanking her for the work she'd submitted, so to ultimately emerge with a renewed partnership and connection had been very surprising. To receive her agreement to continue collaborating had been incredibly relieving and liberating.

But it wasn't the verbal exchange he found himself intensely affixed on rather their unexpected physical exchange. A respectful handshake between peers should never have been something to scrutinise, but for the better part of a week, that silent exchange had been occupying his mind. Just why had it lasted so long? And even more perplexing: what had been that foreign sensation he'd experienced after making contact with her? He hoped ever so much he hadn't unintentionally embarrassed her.

Aww, what's wrong, big fella? You touch a girl's hand and can't even bring yourself to speak with her again? I didn't realise you were eight years old. I forgot we were still in primary school.

Whether they'd intended to evoke a reaction or not, the urge to disprove Dark Shadow had supplied Fumikage with the motivation he needed to venture inside. But beneath this ambition laid a reawakened motivation: genuine excitement and enthusiasm. The thought of resuming work with Mina Ashido was most definitely something he anticipated.

After releasing one last exhale for emotional composure, Fumikage entered inside.

There were several activities Fumikage suspected Ashido could be invested in, but working on something productive was definitely not one. And his suspicions were confirmed upon discovering the young woman resting her shoes on the table, leaning back in a chair and cradling laptop - the source of the music. Although she wasn't projecting her voice, Fumikage observed her recite the lyrics with her mouth silently.

Even after several seconds, she had still hadn't noticed him. Given the position she was in, Fumikage elected not to announce his presence lest he provoke her and cause an injury. Instead, he gently rapped his knuckles against the door. And hhe soon found himself making eye contact with his classmate.

"Oh, hey" she greeted eagerly, her eyes illuminating with surprise.

Fumikage acknowledge with a nod and proceeded inside.

After hastily accessing her laptop's touch mousepad, the music abruptly stopped. Rising to her feet, Ashido studied him with disbelief.

"You're…here. Wow, you actually came…"

Fumikage placed his own laptop and stationary items down. "You requested my attendance."

"I know. It's just…" Ashido motioned to the clock affixed to the wall. "Lunch doesn't end for another five minutes. I kinda thought you'd rock up on the dot exactly."

"Have I arrived far too early in advance?"

"No, it's fine. It's no problem. There was…something was I was gonna do in the meantime, but we can get started straight away. I mean, if you want to, that is? Do you still wanna work? If you wanna be alone, I won't be upset. We can do this some other time."

"I have no intentions of abandoning you. I'm prepared to work."

"OK, then. Good to hear."

Retrieving his laptop, Fumikage wasted no time in activating it. But he hesitated upon noticing his partner had made no effort to retrieve her items. In fact, she'd refrained from moving at all.

She offered a weak smile. "Well, if that's the case… There's a reason why I tried to get us a room for ourselves – and it's not just for peace and quiet. I'm really hoping we'll be able to buckle down and get some work done in the next hour and a bit, but before we start there was something I was hoping we could try together. It's... it's a game, kinda. OK, well it's not really a 'game'. It's more of an…'activity' of sorts. A thing we do together. Oh, what's the word…"

"An exercise?"

"Yes, that's it! Exactly. That's the word! It's an exercise. Like, a trust-building exercise. It's something I was introduced to in my dance and drama classes. My instructors usually got us to try this out with other students when we were expected to perform on stage together. It helps with communication and all that. Do you maybe wanna give it a go?"

Although it really shouldn't have, her suggestion provoked concern and scepticism. Fumikage had never participated in a 'trust-building exercise' before and was unsure of what one would entail.

"For what purpose would this serve, if you don't mind me asking?" He adjusted his tone to avoid sounding accusatory and judgemental.

But it was only after witnessing Ashido's visible embarrassment did Fumikage realise he hadn't escaped offending her.

The young woman's eyes migrated to the floor. "I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought we could try it out together 'cause it's really helped me become more familiar with students I didn't know very well. And since we don't really know each other…"

She hesitated abruptly. Fumikage took note of her leg fidgeting restlessly and how she was absentmindedly rotating her index fingers around one another. Whatever it was she was fixated on was clearly causing her great distress.

An uneasy smile appeared. "This is gonna sound really mean, but… You and I… We don't get along very well, do we? We're not used to being around each other yet. I'm not the kind of person that you tend to hang around, and you're not the kind of person I tend to hang around, either. We're… just not the same."

It wounded Fumikage to hear this. It hurt even more when he acknowledged he reciprocated her assessment of their relationship completely. By all other accounts, they shouldn't have been able to encounter any more complications considering the issues about time and workload management had been addressed and resolved. But any observant individual could infer that a severe lack of communication was still plaguing them.

Although his nature suggested otherwise, Fumikage had been truly appreciative for Ashido's efforts to try and improve their relationship. Following the altercation, Ashido had become noticeably more sociable and eager to converse with him. But even somebody like him could observe that her usual enthusiasm had been dishearteningly absent. It was as if she'd been speaking out of desperation and not passion. She'd been trying to extend an invitation to become better acquainted, but his asocial nature had prevented him from ever participating in her advances. Fumikage very much loathed himself for failing to acknowledge her attempts at companionship.

"There's nothing wrong with that, of course. I mean, if everybody in the world acted the same, that'd be totally boring, right? Some of my best friends are people I don't share a lot in common with. What I'm trying to say is… a connection just isn't there – yet. There could be, we just need to…y'know…"

Ashido hesitantly motioned between. "Since we're gonna be working together again, I think it'd be really good if we tried to get to know each other. After all, one of the things we're gonna be marked us on is how well we communicate. All the writing won't mean anything if we aren't able to talk to each other about it, y'know? And I'm not just saying all this 'cause I want us to succeed. I do want us to succeed. I really do. But if we could become closer as well while we're working, that'd mean a hell of a lot more to me. I'd…really like for us to be closer. This got me thinking about what we could do, and then I thought about the trust exercise and how helpful that's been to me in the past. It's not a whole lot we can do, but it's a start. It's because of this exercise that so many strangers became my friends eventually, and I'd also like that to happen to us, too."

Offering a hopeful smile, Ashido studied him expectantly. "So, what do you say? You feel up to it?"

The sincerity in her voice only reinforced how important this proposition was to her, noted Fumikage, and he was very impressed that she'd been the one to bring attention to this. He knew he wouldn't have been courageous enough to suggest they try becoming more acquainted with another to better ensure an acceptable grade. But this factor wasn't what was motivating him to reconsider the proposal. To hear somebody as exuberant and optimistic as Mina Ashido declare she wished to be closer with somebody as reclusive and distant as him had been unexpectedly inspiring and heart-warming to hear.

So distracted by his thoughts, Fumikage hadn't realised he hadn't offered an immediate answer. And as he unfortunately witnessed, Ashido had misinterpreted his silence as disapproval.

Releasing a sigh, Mina returned to her seat. "It's fine…"

"I didn't mean to-"

Ashido shook her head. "No, don't worry. Why did I even think…? 'Trust exercise'? We're teenagers now. We're not in kindergarten anymore. You're right; it's childish. I'm…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget about it. We'll…we'll get on with our actual work now. I'm sorry, I've already wasted enough time."

Remorseful for not supplying an answer, Fumikage desperately ushered for her to be still. "Wait."

Ashido returned her gaze to him sheepishly, having been halted while in the process of retrieving her laptop.

With each subsequent transgression committed against her, Fumikage found himself becoming increasingly more anxious every time he addressed her in the eyes. He very much hated witnessing distress or disappointment on her face, considering she almost always welcomed him and everybody else with a gleaming smile. Seeing her in such an emotional state only reminded him how much he was coming to adore her positivity and energy.

There should never have been any cause for hesitation or reluctance considering Fumikage's first decision had always been the one he'd intended to pursue. It wasn't so much the educational factors that motivated him (although they were most certainly important, too) rather the emotional ones. If she truly did know of an exercise that would allow them to become better acquainted with each other, than that was an opportunity Fumikage simply couldn't refuse.

"I will participate in this exercise" he announced.

"Really? Are you sure? We don't have to. We really don't. It was just a suggestion."

"If you truly believe this will benefit us and our ability to communicate, then I would be doing you a disservice if I didn't comply. I…too wish for us to become better acquainted with one another."

Because he wasn't an overtly optimistic person, Fumikage wasn't sure if she would be convinced. But to his relief, he watched as a maddening grin slowly crept across the young woman's face as he clenched her fists, trembling with excitement.

"This won't take long, I promise. Ten, maybe, twenty minutes at the most. And of course, if it any point you wanna stop, we will."

"There's no need. The amount of time invested is irrelevant to me so long as we're able to perform this exercise properly." Fumikage bowed his head. "And thank you for proposing this opportunity. It had never occurred to me that we should make an effort to improve our communication skills."

Ashido waved her hand dismissively. "No, thank you. I promise you won't regret this. Well, at least I hope you won't regret this. I'll try to make this worth your time."

Fumikage had very little doubt that she would do her best to get him involved. She'd proven herself time and time again how efficient she was including everybody in activities and discussions.

Witnessing her exhilaration, Fumikage found his anticipation for the exercise increasing, even though he was still unaware of how it would be conducted. There was one 'trust-building' exercise he was familiar with, but any suspicions of it were disproven when Ashido suddenly presented him with a chair.

"For this to really work, we've got to be facing each other" she explained, placing her own chair opposite him.

"Aren't we supposed to be standing up?"

Ashido tiled her head in bewilderment before smiling innocuously. "Oh, no. No, it's not that kind of trust exercise. You're thinking of the one we're one us falls backwards and the other has to catch them, right? No, it's nothing like that. We're not gonna need to touch each other or anything." A pregnant pause was accompanied by the sight of her rolling her eyes coyly while nibbling on her bottom lip. "Well, not unless you want to…"

Another unexpectedly suggestive comment, and once again Fumikage did not know how to interpret it. These were becoming noticeably frequent, and he couldn't understand why. For somebody who'd once confessed she found him intimidating, she seemingly wasn't shy about making her possible affection known. Fumikage wondered if he was the only male classmate to receive this kind of attention. He doubted he could be the only one.

Dismissing the remark, Fumikage positioned his own chair opposite her.

"Yeah, we might wanna lock the door for this" mused Mina with a nervous smile, motioning towards the entrance. "We don't anybody getting the wrong idea if they walk in on us sitting apart from each other…"

Acknowledging, Fumikage did as he was requested. This suggested effort to prevent potential embarrassment all but confirmed she'd been speaking in jest. Maybe this behaviour was a method for her to cope with the fear she experienced when in his presence? That explanation seemed the most likely – and the most disheartening. Fumikage hoped this exercise would allow her to feel a little more comfortable with him.

"Have you thought about where you're gonna go for your internship yet?"

Fumikage returned to his seat. "Not yet. Before I commit to one, I want to be sure I've carefully considered all the offers I've received. Have you made a decision?"

Ashido pouted. "I really should've by now. When you only get four offers, you're not exactly spoiled for choice."

The young woman had made her disbelief and disappointment known repeatedly. Even Fumikage had been shocked she hadn't received very many considering her overall placement in the tournament. Ashido's remarkable athleticism and agility in addition to her natural charisma and energy should've made her a potential candidate for a multiple agencies. Fumikage feared her defeat by his hands could've been the reason for the considerably low number of offers.

"I wish I was as popular as you. It must feel pretty good to be wanted by so many people."

"It is…inspiring. But if I'm being completely honest, I would've preferred to have only received a modest selection of offers rather than several hundred. My eventual decision will ultimately disappoint more people than please them…"

"Yeah, I get that. If you could, you'd choose all of them, but you can't, right? Still, I wish I'd gotten that many offers."

"The number is irrelevant if none of them offer services tailored to your desired knowledge and experience. The four agencies who contacted you were ones I didn't receive any offers from. It's very likely they see a potential in you that I don't possess."

"I'd never thought of it like that…" Her ingenuous smiled turned into a smirk. "Y'know, if you'd just let me win, you wouldn't need to worry about making a tough choice…"

"And when you were faced with Bakugo as your next opponent, what then?"

Her eyes widened in realisation. "Alright, you got me there" she laughed nervously.

Following a moment of silence, Ashido patted her thighs feverishly, seemingly to simulate a drumroll. "Righto, you ready?"

Fumikage folded his hands in his lap and confirmed with a nod.

Ashido brought her hands together audibly. "OK, this isn't so much an exercise as it is an interview, actually. How this works is that we're each gonna take it in turns to ask the other a question, three in total. We'll ask and answer three questions each. For the first question, we usually start off with something simple to get the ball rolling. The first question is usually about our hobbies and interests; 'what's your favourite movie' or 'what do you do on the weekends'. Y'know, something that's easy to answer."

Fumikage nodded his head intermittently, processing the instructions. So they were going to be sharing information with each other? That certainly did sound like an effective method to become better acquainted.

"The next question is where things can get a little more interesting. For this, we have to ask each other a question that's a little more personal. But not too, personal, y'know? Nothing rude, of course. Like, nothing sexual." With wide eyes, Mina raised her hands desperately. "I-I'm not saying you'd ever ask anything like that! It's just… We've gotta be respectful and all that, and try to avoid making each other uncomfortable. The things I've heard people talk about before in this part are things like family and school; stuff that's personal but not too revealing."

Fumikage was relieved to hear the exercise would not involve discussions about sensitive subjects. Taking these precautions into consideration, Fumikage pondered in advance what he could ask her, and more importantly, what she could possibly ask him.

"And for the last - well, I guess it's not really a question, actually. It's more of a confession, kinda. Anyway, for the last bit we each have to share a secret – but nothing too embarrassing. Like, nothing we don't want others to know about or anything. This is the part that gives most people trouble, 'cause it's hard trying to find something to share that we don't mind talking about. Because I was the one you pressured you into doing this, I'm gonna tell you a secret, but if you don't feel comfortable sharing one with me, you don't have to. I won't mind. We'll just skip that part and end it there."

The final section did evoke some reluctance, but it didn't sound like anything he couldn't manage. But what exactly could he share with her that qualified as a 'secret'?

"The whole point of the exercise is for us to get to know each other better, which is why the questions become more and more personal. I won't mind whatever you ask me – I'm not sure there's anything embarrassing about me I could tell you that haven't already figured out for yourself – but I just want to make sure that you feel alright about this before we get started. I want us to be able to trust each other a little better by the end of it, but not if that means I have to make you share some things you don't feel comfortable telling others about." Ashido offered a hopeful smile. "Does this make sense?"

"I think understand how this exercise will operate."

Ashido's eyes illuminated. "Really? Well, how does it sound? You still wanna give it a shot?"

"I do. From what you've described, this should prove to be a thoroughly insightful and rewarding experience for us both."

"It doesn't sound too hard?

"It doesn't, I assure you."

"OK, then. Just remember: we can stop whenever you want. If you ever start feeling nervous, we'll just stop. And if there's ever a question you don't wanna answer, you don't have to. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

Fumikage shook his head. "That won't be an issue. I promise."

Squeezing her fists, Ashido beamed with delight. "Alright, cool. We'll get started, then." Her smile slowly vanished, and was replaced with a uncharacteristically serous demeanour. "But first" she announced forebodingly before simulating the act of removing glasses from a case and placing them over her eyes, "I'm gonna have to ask you to sign your name on the dotted line and promise that you'll keep all the information you hear today a secret." She extended her hand, as if she were offering a contract.

Considering she'd repeatedly performed this exercise in her performing art classes, Fumikage concluded this ruse must've been part of the process. Fumikage complied and began to write his signature as if he was holding a pen.

Ashido adopted a gaze of intense concentration, as if she was examining the 'signature' for authenticity. She expanded upon the ruse by stroking her chin methodically. Then, to his surprise, she lazily discarded the 'contract' over her chair and returned to with an ingenuous grin, as if nothing unusual had taken place.

Fumikage elected to refrain from pursuing her about their performance. Rather than experience embarrassment, he'd honestly been quite impressed. When conducting these ruses, Ashido was always so committed to making everything seemed as convincing as possible. It was endearing in a way.

"Meh. Close enough" she mused. "Alright. Let's get started. You ready for this?"

"I am."

"OK" she announced eagerly, folding a leg over her knee and resting back in her chair. "Take it away, then. Start us off. Ask me whatever you want."

"Shouldn't you be the one to begin?"

"Well, since this is your first time, I reckon you should be the one to ask the first question. Y'know, to make things a little easier for you. I don't mind, if that's what you're thinking. I want you to go first. Really."

"If you insist…"

Fumikage had hoped she'd demonstrate how the first stage was to be executed. Unprepared to be the one to begin, Fumikage could not decide on a particular subject. The apparent difficulty he was experiencing had seemingly caught her attention, as he was treated to a snicker.

"Are you stuck in struggle town?"

Fumikage lowered his gaze.

Ashido waved her hand dismissively. "Hey, it's alright. I know this can be pretty tricky for some people. You don't need to worry about upsetting me or anything. I promise that won't happen. Just remember: the more personal stuff comes later. For the first one, we're each gonna ask some causal questions. You can ask me about anything, really. Movies, music, sport. Whatever you want."

Registering this information, Fumikage eventually decided on a topic of interest.

"Are there any films you particularly enjoy?"

Ashido rolled her eyes playfully. "How did I know you were gonna ask me that?"

"Should I propose another?"

"No, it's fine. That's a good one for us to start off with. Besides, I never get tired of talking about the things I like. Anyway" she began excitedly, "my favourite movie is one you probably haven't heard of. It's a bit of an old one from the late '70s…"

Given her nature, Fumikage had assumed her favourite film would be of the romantic-comedy genre or possibly even an animated feature. A science-fiction horror about a crew of engineers encounter with a hostile extra-terrestrial creature that reproduces inside human hosts was certainly a project he did not anticipate. Ashido didn't stop with a synopsis of the story, however; she went into vivid description of all the qualities he would never consider. She was like a woman possessed. He tried desperately to follow her words, but found he was far too mesmerised by her vigour and radiating smile.

"I tell 'ya, I've watched the movie probably more times than I've seen my mum's face and it still manages to scare the hell out of me every time. Well, that might not be saying much since it doesn't take a whole lot to scare me. I look like a teenager but I'm still a little girl on the inside. Anyway, I'll shut up now. You're probably getting sick of me rambling on…"

"Not at all. I…rather enjoyed listening to your description. I can't say I've ever heard anybody speak so passionately about a piece of media before."

Ashido scratched her cheek bashfully. "It's my favourite movie…in case you didn't already guess."

"I shall have to consider finding time to view it myself."

"You totally should. You could probably find it online somewhere. I mean, I don't know if you'll really like it – it's not for everybody – but it's definitely worth at least one watch."

"I'll offer my assessment when I've finished."

"I look forward to hearing what you have to say. Anyway, moving swiftly on. Since you had to listen to me run my mouth, it's only fair that you have the chance to do the same. I guess I'll ask the same question: what's your favourite movie?"

"I've never been much for film or television. I'd much rather immerse myself in the pages of a novel than with a screen or device."

"Oh, OK. Well, do you have a favourite book, then?"

The type of content he indulged in was of a genre he wasn't particularly comfortable divulging with people. The very thought of his classmates uncovering his passion for the macabre was a truly frightening thought, and far more terrifying than anything featured in any memorabilia he collected. To prevent revealing anything embarrassing, Fumikage decided upon a different story for his answer.

"I cannot say it's my absolute favourite, but there is one that I've found myself reading repeatedly throughout my adolescence…"

Fumikage wished to avoid going into excessive detail, and instead proceeded with a short synopsis of the novel, its author and how he came to discover it.

"I reckon I've read that one, actually. Is that the one with that guy – oh, what's his name? – 'Big Brother' or something?"

"Yes, that's it" answered Fumikage, impressed that she recognised a novel released several decades ago.

"Yeah, I remember now. That was one of the books I had to study at my old school." She nibbled her thumb nervously. "I..I really struggled to get into it. Too many big words, I reckon. I've always been more of a fantasy and sci-fi kinda girl myself, so there wasn't a whole lot for me to enjoy. I think the things it tried to talk about were a little too compli-ma-cated for me."

"You're entitled to your opinion, and your assessment of the novel is completely justifiable. It is by no means an accessible read, and definitely not a story I would recommend for everybody. I must confess, even I failed to understand the symbolism and messages in my first exploration. It was only with subsequent reads was I finally able to appreciate the novel for its true value and worth."

Fumikage watched as Ashido responded by leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her palms, and staring at him with wide, expectant eyes. She nodded eagerly, silently ushering for him to continue. He had not intended to elaborate further, but after witnessing her visible enthusiasm, he decided to after some reluctance.

"I think it's an exceptionally well written piece, and every time I read it I'm still left impressed and astonished at how eloquently the author explores such confronting and thought-provoking ideas about a dystopian future that could very well come to be one day. It's a timeless novel, and it could easily be interpreted as a cautionary tale. I believe the themes the story explores like oppression and obedience instilled through propaganda and fear tactics as well as the corruption and misuse of power and authority are still relevant even to this day."

So engrossed in the opportunity to praise one of his favourite novels, it was only after emerging from that frame of mind did Fumikage acknowledge her expression of pure bewilderment and confusion.

"I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded really important."

"…I didn't mean to overwhelm you."

"No, it's fine. You must really love this book."

Before he could answer, his other interjected unexpectedly, offering their insight on the discussion.

"He's such a nerd, isn't he?" Dark Shadow presented a teasing smirk before immediately retreating upon witnessing its host's disapproving glare.

Ashido snorted in response. "Hey, if anybody here's a 'nerd', it's me. You should see my room and all the stuff I've collected."

Fumikage very much doubted whatever potentially embarrassing or questionable memorabilia she'd come to amass would not compete with his own.

Following a session of comfortable silence, Ashido's gentle tone disrupted. "So, how was that? Do you maybe wanna keep going?"

Fumikage inspected the clock and discovered that not even fifteen minutes had passed since they'd started. If they continued at the same pace, there would still be an appropriate amount of work time left. And despite some initial uncertainty, Fumikage could not say the experience so far had been fruitless. In fact, he was rather enjoying himself.

"I would like to."

Ashido acknowledged with a playful wink. "Alrighty, then. This is where the questions are gonna get a little more personal, so keep that in mind. Just fire away whenever you're ready."

Because the question expected was supposed to be a personal one, Fumikage decided to approach the situation with carefulness and sensitivity, hoping to avoid sounding intrusive or disrespectful.

"Wait… Hold on." Ashido sighed with exaggerated frustration, smiling apologetically. "Sorry. I'm such an idiot. I forgot to mention that we're supposed to take it turns for who ask the first question in the next set. So, for this one I'm the one who goes first. Do you mind? It's kinda the rules. I know you'll be answering two questions in a row, but…it's how I've always done this."

"If this is how it's supposed to be performed, then so be it."

"OK. Thanks. Don't worry - I'll be the one who has to answer two questions next."

Repositioning himself in his chair, Fumikage waited expectantly for her question. But the unexpectedly sinister grin that emerged on her face didn't exactly instil much hope and confidence.

"Now, lemme think…" she mused, drumming her fingers against her chin. "What else do I want to know about you… There's a million things I wanna know… Decisions, decisions…"

For somebody so cheerful and optimistic, Ashido could certainly inspire intimidation. Just what would subject would she decide upon? Fumikage was prepared to answer almost anything that she was curious about…with some exceptions.

Her performance continued for several until her innocuous smile returned. "How about your family? Could you tell me a little bit about them?"

"…What do you wish to know specifically?"

Ashido shrugged. "Anything, I guess? Do you live with your parents? What do they do for a living? Do you have any siblings? If so, what are all their Quirks? You don't have to tell me much."

To satiate her curiosity, Fumikage elected to answer all her inquiries. "I am a single child, and I live with my mother and father. For their occupations: my mother has predominantly worked in the field of home-care and hospitality and is currently working at the Child and Family Relocation Centre, as you may recall. Her area of work is arranging and providing accommodation for persons who've been removed from potentially dangerous or unsafe households. She is also a qualified foster-care guardian. My father currently conducts fitness and combat classes for athletes and heroes, respectively. Before this, he'd once performed hero work at a professional level but has since retired."

"Get out! Your dad was a Pro!? You serious!?"

In response to the eruption of excitement, Fumikage answered with a nod.

"Really? Truly? You're not telling porkies?"

Maintaining his composure, Fumikage answered politely. "For the better part of two decades, he operated as a professional hero in the region of Shizuoka."

Ashido blinked in surprise. "Oh, really? That's where some of my family used to live… Wait… Hold on, just lemme wrap my head 'round all this… So your dad was a legit hero and you've never thought to tell anybody?"

"This information isn't terribly relevant, is it?"

Ashido stared incredousluy with a disillusioned smile. "Uh, yeah, it's relevant. Your dad was a Pro. Come on, that should've been, like, the first thing you said to the class when it was your turn to introduce yourself. You should've been like, 'hey, my name's Tokoyami and my dad used to be a Pro hero'. Guarantee you would've become the most popular guy in the class."

"Todoroki's father is a professional hero – one that is still currently active - and he's never made any effort to bring attention to this fact."

"Yeah, but's that different, though. You take one look at his name and you can already put two and two together."

"My father's efforts do not compete with those of the second top overall hero in the region."

"Yeah, so? You still should've said something. I would've liked to have known, and I bet everybody else in the class would've, too." She snorted. "If I'd known before that one of your parents was a hero at one point, I would've been coming to you for help on assignments instead of the internet."

Fumikage acknowledged Ashido was only intrigued by the discovery, but her continued enthusiasm was making him increasingly uncomfortable. Such attention was becoming a little too much for him to manage.

In the midst of her passionate rambling, Fumikage closed his eyes. "It's for these very reasons why I've refrained from ever mentioning this information…"

Ashido eventually fell silent. "For…what…?" She whispered fearfully.

Fumikage hadn't intended to interrupt her, but it was after witnessing her visible concern did he realise he'd spoken out of line. After such an overtly despondent announcement, he believed she deserved an explanation.

"There'd been a time when I expressed enthusiasm in recounting my father's history, but doing so now could potentially reflect poorly upon me and influence others' perceptions of me as an individual. A parent who has achieved a career of experience and knowledge in the very same profession I too wish to pursue is a privilege and a blessing, but I do not want this to be a crucial factor others identify me by. I don't want to be…completely dissociated from my father and his legacy, but I would very much prefer others to identify me by my own worth."

Fumikage hoped he'd be able to articulate his sentiments into words without sounding like he was discrediting his father. But to his relief and surprise, he was treated to a sombre nod of acknowledgement.

"Yeah, I get that" she whispered meekly, tracing her fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to – that was really rude of me. I get why you didn't feel comfortable telling people. I shouldn't have… I should've asked something else."

"I've taken no offence. I understand you're only curious."

"I was. I didn't mean to pressure you or anything. I get why you didn't say anything – I totally do – it's just…" She shrugged, smiling bashfully. "Your dad was hero, y'know? That's awesome. How many other students can you name that have pro heroes in their families? Apart from Todoroki, I can't think of anybody else. I just thought…it was pretty cool."

The young woman's sincerity only reinforced how wrong Fumikage had been to chastise her. Fumikage's gazing upon the floor was interrupted by the presence of her shoe nudging his own gently. The innocent gesture caught his attention, and upon returning his attention, he was greeted with a weak smile.

"I don't see you any differently now, if that what's you think. I mean, so what if your dad used to be a pro? What does that mean, really? That doesn't change the way I think about you. You and your dad – y'know, you're related, obviously – but you're still different. You're you, if that makes sense."

Though not the most well-constructed piece of insight, Fumikage had understood the message, and hearing this comforted him more than he thought it would.

"…That is very kind of you to say."

"So, what was your Dad's hero name, if you don't mind telling me a little more?"

"There were several identities he experimented with before he settled on 'Draco's Shadow'."

"Never heard of them. Sorry."

"I am not surprised. It would have come as more of a shock if you were aware of his work. His relationship with the media was very much like Mr. Aizawa's; he too was never truly comfortable with the fame and attention his profession naturally attracted."

"Wait… When you say 'Shadow'? Does that mean…" she motioned curiously to his chest, "he has one of those, too?"

Fumikage confirmed with a nod, which prompted the return of one of the student's maddening grins.

"You serious? That's badarse!"

"It's not uncommon for children to inherit their parents' abilities."

"Yeah, I know. I'm kinda one of those people, too. It's just you seriously have, like, the coolest Quirk in the whole class. Does everybody else in your family have one of these?"

"The Dark Shadow has been passed down through several generations, but only the gentlemen have ever possessed one. My mother possesses a set of wings that grant her the ability of flight. This power is only temporary, however, and she can only elevate herself for short periods at a time."

"When you say 'wings', do you mean ones with…y'know…feathers? Like a bird?"

"The likeness is similar. Professionals who have examined me have concluded that I did inherit my mother's genes, and her influence – specifically in both my and Dark Shadow's appearances - is indicative."

"So you kinda got the best of both worlds… Same. I mean, I can't do the stuff that you can do, but I'm kind of in the same boat as you." She laughed nervously. "I know it probably does seem too special, but I think it's pretty amazing that you come from a family with living shadows and people who can fly…"

Fumikage reciprocated the sentiment. To come from a bloodline that has consisted of several generations of exceptional talent was a tremendous honour.

"I am truly grateful. It means ever so much to me to be able to call these two incredible individuals my parents."

Ashido smiled endearingly. "They must mean a lot to you…"

"They do. In spite of my innumerable flaws, not once have either of them ever faulted in their efforts to raise me. I could never properly articulate how much their unyielding support and reinforcement means. My mother… Every single decision I've ever made in my life has been one she has wholesomely encouraged me to pursue. Her unwavering compassion and commitment is truly inspiring. And my father… He is very important to me."

"Do you wanna be like him when you're older?"

"I do. He is my most treasured source of inspiration and motivation. I hang on to his every word and apply his insight into almost everything I do. If not for him, I do not believe I would've ever possessed an ambition to become a professional hero. He is the man I've modelled myself after and tried to emulate. He is the hero I aspire to be like one day. He sees great potential in me to become his possible successor. And that…" Fumikage brought a hand to his chest. "Such encouragement is more than enough to keep my motivation ignited."

"Does your Dad know that you're trying to be a hero? I mean, well, duh, of course he knows that you're studying at U.A High, but does he, like, know you're basing yourself off of him?"

"I do believe he is aware of my intentions. Because of our identical Quirks, he has volunteered to assist me with my physical training by orchestrating an exercise regimen tailored to my personal deficiencies. I will be participating in the very same training he performed when he was my age."

Ashido shook her fists excitedly. "Father and son training together… That's really sweet. You and your dad sound like you get along really well…"

Upon hearing this innocent observation, Fumikage's heart sank. It touched upon a subject he was quite sensitive about.

"In many respects, we do. I'm truly grateful for his guidance and tutelage. If not for his influence, I doubt I would've been able to progress as far as I've come. He is my most vocal and passionate supporter, second only to my mother. But he is also greatest critic, second only to…me. He shares the very same ambition I do; he too wishes for me to succeed and become a professional hero. I aspire to be the very best I can be, and that is the hero he sees in me. The hero he intends for me to become."

But upon concluding, an onslaught of uncomfortable, debilitating memories resurfaced, and Fumikage soon found himself staring at his lap in frustration.

"But sometimes…" he whispered hesitantly. "Sometimes I really wish he would allow me to exhibit some independence and make decisions for my own."

Fumikage didn't need to be informed that he and his father's relationship was not a conventional one; he knew better than anybody else. This had never once affected him, however. In fact, he was truly grateful for their connection. While it wasn't uncommon for children to aspire to be like their parents, Fumikage wasn't sure many fathers would dedicate so much of their own time, effort and energy to guide their child and ensure they would succeed. Such commitment was his greatest source of motivation.

But while it was true that his father was the figure he was modelling himself after, he did not wish to emulate them completely. Fumikage was incredibly grateful for his father's honesty, and he knew everything he received was earnest feedback. If they were critical, it was only because they were concerned about his progress. But with each subsequent failure and disappointment, Fumikage was becomingly increasingly fearful that the path established by his father wasn't one he was equipped to retrace. His father's tutelage would never be forgotten or disregarded; he only hoped to be able to operate at his own pace and make his own decisions on occasion.

Fumikage hated himself for feeling this way considering everything his father had already done for him. His mother had always encouraged him to pursue his ambitions, and Fumikage wondered if he should apply this advice to his training and learning. He really wished he could summon the courage to explain this to his father.

"You want some freedom to be able to do things by yourself" added Ashido softly, expressing her insight as statement rather than a question.

"…Yes. Is that…selfish of me to say? Am I being unreasonable?"

Ashido protested desperately. "What? No! Of course not! C'mon, you're allowed to think that way. Everybody feels that way at some point when they're a teenager. You can't stay in the nest forever, y'know. You always listen to what your folks have to stay 'cause they know what's best for you, but sometimes you just wanna…spread your wings and explore the world by yourself. Those weren't jokes about you or your family or anything. What I'm trying say is that I know how you feel. I really do. I feel the same way sometimes."

Fumikage was impressed; she'd successfully summated his feelings better than ever could. At the beginning of the exercise, he'd never expected to confide in her about his concerns involving his father considering the only person he'd ever had was with his mother. He imagined any rational student would've become uncomfortable, but to his relief, she hadn't disregarded his feelings and instead acknowledged them respectfully. Fumikage wondered if her understanding was because she too identified with the insecurity.

"Would I be correct in assuming you share a similar relationship with your own father?"

Ashido's weak smile returned as she rubbed her arm uncomfortably. "I mean, yeah, I guess I probably would… Y'know, if I had a dad…"

It was only after a few seconds did her words finally register. And upon processing what she confessed, Fumikage was immediately consumed by remorse for his insensitivity.

"I am truly sorry. Please, forgive me."

"Hey, it's alright, you don't need to apologise. There was no way you could've known." Her voice trailed off into a whisper. "Nobody really knows."

Following such an inconsiderate statement, Fumikage did not expected forgiveness so easily, and upon being reminded that he'd spent several minutes discussing his relationship with his father with somebody who did not have one only further intensified his guilt and frustration.

Ashido's attention lingered on him for several seconds as she rubbed her arm uncomfortably. "Well, I can't just end it off there, can I? I guess I have to explain myself now."

"You don't. It's not my business."

"Nah, it's alright. I don't mind. After all, we're supposed to be getting to know more about each other… What I'm gonna say won't count towards my confession or anything. I'm still gonna talk about something else. This is just 'cause I want you to know about this." Ashido crossed her legs in the chair, resting her hands in her laps. With a feigned smile of confidence, she began. "Yeah, my dad passed away when I was still a kid. This was back when me and Mum used to live with my grandparents. My dad was always on the move with work. Shizuoka was actually one place he apparently used to work in a lot."

"How old were you?"

"I was pretty young. Let's put it this way: I hadn't even discovered my Quirk yet. 'Cause of work, I didn't really get to be with him a whole lot…so I don't have many memories of him. All I know is that he used to make me and my family laugh a lot. I can still remember the sound of his laugh if I concentrate hard enough."

It was incredibly disheartening for Fumikage to hear she'd been without a father for the better part of her life. Not once had he ever suspected somebody so animated could've suffered such a debilitating loss at such a young age.

"I'm sure he never intended to be away from you for so long."

"He had a good reason to be, though. He had the responsibility of trying to keep peace and order in the world and all that…"

Fumikage studied her curiously.

Ashido adopted a weak smile. "He used to be a Pro, too. Not for very long, as you can probably guess." The young woman raised her arms unenthusiastically. "Surprise…"

Such a discovery evoked great fascination and intrigue in Fumikage, more so than he expected. Considering she almost never hesitated to express what was on her mind, it came as quite a surprise to discover her father had also once been a professional hero as well. Fumikage concluded she too must've possessed a very good reason as to why she'd never mentioned it to the class.

"Was there an identity they went by?" Asked Fumikage hesitantly, hoping very much he wasn't overstepping a boundary by inquiring further about her father's history.

"You probably haven't heard of him. He was called 'Slither Slime'. He could dissolve his body into slime – that was his Quirk, if that helps."

To his surprise, the name did in fact register with him, but it took the young man several seconds before he was able to trace the origin of how he came to know their name.

"I am familiar with them."

Ashido's eyes widened. "Really?"

With some trepidation, Fumikage answered, knowing full well it would not be a response she was anticipating. "…There was a presentation held in my previous school that was dedicated in memory of fallen professional heroes. I do believe your father was such an individual being acknowledged."

With disappointment, Fumikage watched as the hope and enthusiasm slowly drained from her face.

"Yeah, that does sound about right" she whispered despondently. "That's what probably what he's best known for. He was never really that big or popular. At least, y'know, compared to the heroes we have nowadays."

"But he was still a hero nonetheless" added Fumikage defiantly, "and his valour and bravery will not go unrecognised. So long as you cherish your memories of him, he will never truly be forgotten."

It was only after concluding did Fumikage realise he could've provoked her further about this most sensitive subject. After all, he was in no position to be dictating her on she was supposed to feel. But to his surprise, he was treated to a gentle smile.

To offer her some reprieve, Fumikage elected to divert the conversation in a more positive direction. "…Was it your father who inspired to pursue this career?"

Ashido nodded eagerly. "Yeah, he's been one of the biggest heroes in my life. I didn't really get to know him, but I reckon it's what he would've wanted me to do." She scowled softly. "I must sound like the biggest friggen' hypocrite… Making fun of you for not telling the class about your dad when mine used to be a hero, too… I know why you haven't told people. I feel exactly the same. I don't want people to make a big deal out of it and judge me for it. That's why I've kept it a secret, too."

No offence had been committed on her part. In fact, Fumikage was so impressed and honoured that she'd been able to speak about him at all. Disclosing this information with him – somebody who was essentially a stranger – only reinforced how important their hopeful bond was to her.

"I don't think lesser of you for refraining to share this" he explained.

Ashido smiled appreciatively. "And I don't think lesser of you for it, either." Returning her feet to the ground, the young woman extended her tongue playfully. "Anyway, sorry for carrying on like that. I must've asked you a million different questions there..."

"So long as you were satisfied with my responses, I don't mind answering several."

"I was. I…think I know more about your family now than I really should."

It had only been a matter of time before somebody he knew would uncover the truth about his father and their career, but Fumikage was relieved that she'd been the first to know; somebody who could surprisingly identify.

"Alright, your turn" announced Ashido, motioning for him to begin. "What else do you wanna know about me? Ask me anything."

Her family had originally been the subject he wished to pursues, but following her most recent confession, any and all questions he'd originally had were effectively answered. Fumikage was left with very few subjects he would've liked more information on, considering they weren't terribly important or relevant. There was one question that he would've liked a conclusive answer for, however; one he'd originally disregarded that had now resurfaced to torment him yet again. Fumikage was disappointed himself for still harbouring some curiosity about it. He hated himself even more for selecting it as his question.

"During our…intense exchange, you mentioned you were unable to commence with your work due to a disturbance. But I never allowed you to properly explain what exactly happened. Would I be…impolite if asked you to do so now?"

Ashido's visible eagerness slowly drained from her face.

"I apologise if I'm being intrusive…"

"No, it's OK. You have every right to be suspicious of me…"

"I wasn't" reassured Fumikage desperately, "I …" He hesitated, struggling to find the appropriate. "I would really appreciate a conclusive answer to confirm whether or not I was… If the disturbance was an emergency or a private affair that demanded your immediate attention, you don't need share any important details. I'm won't…"

Fumikage silenced himself before he could conclude. The lingering silence only reinforced how disrespectful it had been of him to propose the question.

"…I'll tell you."

Fumikage took note of her unease both visibly and audibly. Despite her smile, he could tell she wasn't very comfortable about the proposal.

"You don't have to. I overstepped my boundaries."

He was suddenly treated to a defiant shake of her head. "No, you deserve to know" she declared. "I did lie straight to your face about it, after all."

The young woman's eye migrated elsewhere as she began to fidget with her hands in her lap restlessly. After a moment of silence, she quietly began.

"It was an emergency, but it wasn't about me, if that's what you think. It's not like my family was in trouble or anything. I did need to go straight away, kind of… It's just… What happened was really bad, but it still wasn't a good reason to ignore the work I was supposed to have been writing throughout the week. Like the whole time I was with them I was just thinking, y'know, 'I shouldn't be here right now. I should be at home doing my work.' But I hate myself for thinking like that." Her tone and demeanour became increasingly anxious. "It was so selfish of me to think that way. Like, somebody I care about had asked me for my help, and I couldn't say just say 'no'. But I didn't want to leave my work. But then making sure they were safe was also a responsibility, and…and…" She released a sigh of frustration, massaging her face. "It was all so confusing" she whispered. "I knew that no matter what I did I was going to end up hurting somebody, so I went with what seemed the most important at the time. And…well, we both know what happened 'cause of that."

Fumikage should've instinctively known to ask something different. The young man experienced a resurgence in aggression and disappointment directed towards himself following her difficult explanation, which had conclusively confirmed that she'd been completely undeserving of such a harsh verbal punishment. What a hypocrite he'd been to accuse somebody of being irresponsible and inconsiderate when no less than twenty-four hours earlier she'd been comforting someone in need.

It had not been the explanation he'd anticipated, but after hearing it, Fumikage was ultimately impressed with her efforts, and he believed she deserved to know that she hadn't committed a fault.

"I know my word means naught" he began, hesitantly, "but I'm very relieved to hear that you prioritised another person's safety and wellbeing over your personal responsibilities. I believe you made the right decision."

"I kept telling myself that, but that's still no excuse. I can't be like 'yeah, sorry, I don't have to do my homework 'cause I was at a friend's house.' Even if I couldn't do it that night, I still had the whole week to do it."

"I do hope you and whoever it was that contacted you for your input were able to resolve the issue…"

Fumikage had only intended to offer once final piece of insight before they could hopefully move on. He didn't expect to receive the identity of the person.

"It was Toru" whispered Ashido, "just in case you wanted to know. Something happened and she was really frightened and didn't know what to do. So she gave me a call and asked if I could come 'round for an hour to keep her company." She raised her hands unceremoniously. "There 'ya go. That's the story. I swear I'm telling the truth this time. That's really what happened."

"I believe you. And thank you for your honesty."

Although it wasn't his business, hearing that one of his classmates was possibly suffering evoked great fear and concern in Fumikage, curious to know about the duration and if there was anything he could possibly do.

"You mentioned that Hagakure has been experiencing some turmoil as of recently…" continued Fumikage, reflecting upon an exchange they shared during their first work session.

Ashido acknowledged with a weak nod. "Yeah, she has. It's nothing serious… Well, what's happening is serious but she's not in danger or anything. Like, she's not gonna drop out of school 'cause of it. Well, at least I hope she won't… She's just been going through a lot right now, and she's had a lot of trouble telling people about this. She's not too sure who she can turn to for help."

"Has she tried contacting the school? Some of the members of staff are qualified psychologists."

"I think she's said some of the teachers know. I reckon she's told Mr. Aizawa by now. He kinda needs to know these things. She just doesn't want the class to know, though. Does that make sense?"

"I understand completely."

Ashido stared at him expectantly, tilting her head ever so slightly. "Did you still want to know, though?"

Fumikage's intrigue had certainly been piqued, but considering the subject matter, he was in no place to be informed any further than he already had been.

"No. If she's committed to keeping this from her peers, then inquiring further would be an invasion of privacy."

Ashido smiled weakly. "I can tell you about it, if you want. I think I can trust you with this."

"I'm not asking you to share anything with me."

"It's alright. I know it's really rude of me to say, but I've…kinda been hoping to tell somebody about this for a while now. I swear I'm gonna explode at any second if I have to keep it a secret any longer."

He and Hagakure weren't especially close, but this didn't mean Fumikage didn't admire her. Like Ashido, she too was a incredibly exuberant and boisterous individual whose energy and charisma elevated the spirits of her classmates. He mightn't've been one of those students, but she was still a valued member of the class. Whatever Toru's situation involved was clearly of great importance. If Ashido did wish to divulge the information, he knew he too would have to ensure it remained a secret, as well.

Touching her index fingers together sheepishly, Ashido visibly hesitated before answering, her whispery voice only barely decipherable.

"Her parents have been fighting quite a lot recently..."

Fumikage sighed softly, disappointed to discover one of the possible reasons he'd originally speculated had ultimately been the truth. He knew all too well about the effects family affairs could have upon one's emotional wellbeing, especially when it came to school and social interaction.

"Do you know for what reason?" He asked politely.

"I don't know the whole story. I don't even think she knows, either." Ashido rubbed her arm uncomfortably. "She usually gets in contact with me or somebody else when this happens. We mostly just talk over the phone, but for the times when it gets a bit too much for her to handle, she'll ask if we can meet up and talk or just find something to do until it blows over."

"I must commend her for her resolve. Her campaign to withhold this information from her classmates has been very successful, I must say. I never imagined somebody of her character would ever be experiencing such adversity."

"I know, right? She's gotten pretty good at it hiding her emotions, hasn't she?" Ashido nibbled her lip. "This is also something that's been giving her a lot of grief. Lately, she's become really concerned about the way people look at her. Well, not literally. Nobody can see her, y'know. But it's not her body that she's worried about it. It's her…oh, what's the word? It's on the tip of my tongue…"

"She's concerned about the image she presents?"

"That's it. She's become really worried about herself as a person, and about the way people think about her."

Considering she was invisible to all, Fumikage could understand why she could be critical of her behaviour and the manners in which she presents herself around others.

"Does she believe she's disliked?"

Ashido shook her head. "I don't think it's that. I think she knows that nobody hates her or anything. Or at least I know none of the other girls do." She groaned with irritation. "It's…hard to explain without giving too much away."

Visibly conflicted, the young woman's mouth lingered open for a few seconds before she answered. "…She's worried people might start seeing her differently, because she's started to see some people a little differently, too. She's…worried about the way she's thinking of some people, and if people will start thinking about her differently because of it." Ashido winced, visibly uncomfortable. "Does that make sense? D'you kinda get what I'm trying to say?"

"I think I understand."

Fumikage couldn't ask her to share any more than she already had. Even if it was something completely unfamiliar to him, if what the conclusion he'd arrived at was the truth – if it did involve their sexual exploration – than he could still empathise with her doubt, self-loathing and fear of exposure. From their short interactions, Fumikage observed that Toru could be quite self-depreciating. He never imagined how severe her situation could be.

"At no point has it ever occurred to me that she could possibly be suffering."

"I didn't believe it either. I was legit shocked when she told me. I still can't believe it all, honestly. I just don't understand why somebody like her could ever hate herself. Like, she's done nothing wrong." Ashido massaged her forehead uncomfortably. "I really hate seeing her like this. I mean, I know we haven't known each other for very long but I already consider her one of my best friends, and I can't stand to see her like this, 'cause I know this isn't the real her. I know she doesn't like feeling this way either." She clenched her fists in frustration. "I really wish there was something I could do. I really wish I could just, y'know, click my fingers and make all the pain go away…but I can't. I friggen' wish that was my Quirk or something. She must be getting sick of me saying the same things to her over and over, but that's just about all I can do. There's so only so many times you can say 'everything is going to be alright' before it starts to sound like a joke. I wanna help her – I really do – I just don't know what else I can do…"

Even to an outsider like Fumikage, it was clear how important Toru's friendship was to Ashido. The hurt and desperation in her voice only served to reinforce how much she valued and cherished them. Ashido might've thought her efforts were in vain. Fumikage believed she was being undeservingly unforgiving on herself.

"If I were her, I would be so grateful for your kindness. I do not believe she would repeatedly turn to you if you weren't a reliable source for support and comfort. You might think your efforts are insufficient, but by extending your reach and offering her company during her darkest hours, you're doing wonders for her recovery and improvement. You're offering a service some professionals cannot even provide. To answer the call and support somebody in need is not just a demonstration of compassion and friendship; it's an act that only a true hero could ever perform."

Fumikage had never intended to overwhelm or embarrass her; he'd only wished instil some reinforced hope and confidence. Fumikage could understand why Toru had entrusted her in the first place; the young woman was unaware of what an incredible source of support and inspiration she really was. Fumikage knew he wasn't the only person who thought this of her.

Wiping her nose, the young woman laughed softly. "How did I know you were gonna say something like that?" Releasing a deep sigh, Ashido's posture visibly uneased as she rested her hands in her lap. "Thank you" she whispered, "you're very sweet to say that…"

Fumikage averted his gaze. The only people who'd ever called him that were his mother and older relatives. To be described as 'sweet' by one his classmates – a female, no less – had been quite unusual for him.

"Man, I wish you'd been the one she'd gone to" she exclaimed jokingly. "You're so much better at offering support than I could ever hope to be. I don't know if anybody's told you this, but you really have a way with words. Like, you know all the right buttons to press to cheer us up. I'm not just saying that."

"I'm only advocating for what is the truth."

Ashido nodded in defeat. "Yeah, I know. It's just…" she whispered, smiling bashfully, "the way you go about expressing it… It makes me feel really good."

Fumikage did not know how to interpret such a comment. Surely she was exaggerating. Were his declarations really that inspiring?

"Like I said, she really doesn't want everybody to know about what's been going on in personal life, so can I ask to you to please not tell anybody in our class about this? You deserved a proper explanation, but I did promise that I wouldn't share this with anybody, and if she found out that I told somebody she'd never forgive me." She brought her hands together, pleadingly. "I'm begging you to keep this a secret. Please?"

Fumikage brought a hand to his chest. "I won't tell a soul. You have my word."

Ashido smiled weakly. "Thank you" she whispered, "I knew I could trust you."

Having experienced similar insecurities and doubts of self-worth, Fumikage knew from experience that one's emotional and mental recovery could not be measured by lengths of time; it was impossible to place a date to these kinds of issues. Nobody could predict how long it would take for all of Hagakure's personal issues to be resolved, but Fumikage hoped they would be as soon as possible. She would be in his thoughts.

"Anyway, enough about that. Let's move on to the lucky last item on our agenda. Well, only if you want to, that is. You've already done more than I could've asked for, and if you want us to stop now I won't be disappointed. I mean, I've already wasted enough of our time already. If we keep going at this rate we probably won't probably have enough time to do any real work. I didn't think we'd be taking this long to get through this. We can give it a rest now if you've had enough."

Inspecting the time, Fumikage discovered the next period would start in just under half an hour. Had they really been speaking for so long? It really had felt like no time had passed at all. The dominant part of Fumikage's being – the sensible and rational one- reminded him of their responsibilities and encouraged him to suggest they move on to the assignment. But deep inside, an impulse – a voice, almost – compelled him to continue. It wasn't Dark Shadow, though they reciprocated the sentiment. Truth be told, the experience of getting to know her had been very enthralling. To be able to connect with Mina Ashido without fear of potential scrutiny or judgement was an opportunity he didn't want to end so prematurely.

Bowing his head, Fumikage answered. "I promised you I would see this through."

"You sure wanna keep going? This is the part that gives people the most trouble. If you don't wanna say anything, you don't have to. I'll just share my secret and we can move on."

"I cannot agree to that. The guideline dictates that all members must participate. To allow me to refrain from participating would be unfair on you."

Ashido shrugged bashfully. "Well, alrighty then. Why, have you thought of something to share?"

"…Not yet, but…"

"Hey, it's alright. There's no rush. Well, there kinda is – we've only got, like, twenty five minutes left – but… You get what I'm saying. I'll give you some time to think about yours while I'm talking. How's that sound?"

"I'd appreciate that."

Wriggling in her seat restlessly, Ashido gazed at him expectantly. "OK, can I start?"

Fumikage motioned for her to begin.

"Thanks. I already know exactly what I'm gonna say. It's…something that more people should know about me."

Because of her visible energy, it was quite clear she was very eager to share whatever it was she considered an important secret, and Fumikage wondered what said secret could possibly be. Given her spontaneity, it wouldn't be unexpected at all if she recounted a positive experience in her life, like winning an award or an encounter with a celebrity; something harmless but enjoyable all the same. But the young woman's eventual confession was one Fumikage didn't anticipate.

Patting her thighs to seemingly psyche herself up, the young woman, presenting a questionably uneasy smile, began. "Well, when I was younger…I experienced some bullying – from both sides. I got picked on pretty badly back in primary school."

It took Fumikage a little longer than he expected before he was able to digest her confession. How on Earth could somebody so benevolent and hospitable ever be a subject of bullying?

"How intensely?"

"I wouldn't say it was 'intense' – well, some of it was – but when I did get bullied, it went on for a couple of weeks." She shrugged unenthusiastically. "But, y'know, to a kid, that feels like a lifetime. There were times where I didn't feel like coming to school at all…"

"Why were you harassed, if you don't mind me asking?"

Ashido started at him incredulously, snorting playfully. "Is that a trick question? Just look at me. Do I look normal to you?" Her snide demeanour was immediately replaced with one of regret. "Sorry. That was…uncalled for."

Releasing a sigh, the young woman hesitated before elaborating further. "When I discovered my Quirk, I also discovered that my skin colour was slowly changing, too. My family thought it might've just been a rash or something that would go away after a bit. But it's pretty hard to ignore when it's spreading across your whole body. I was taken to the doctors quite a bit. I felt fine – like, I didn't think anything bad was happening – but everybody thought there was something seriously wrong with me. For all we knew, I could've been slowly turning into a giant monster or something", a smile of intrigue appeared as she brought a finger to her lips, "which actually would've been pretty cool, now that I think about it."

Considering she could be a pretty careless student when it came to her surroundings, the thought of Mina Ashido achieving the size and power to inflict destruction on a possible city-wide scale was a truly disconcerting thought. Fumikage wasn't confident even All Might would be able to contain that kind of damage.

Giggling to herself, Ashido waved her hand dismissively. "Anyway, the doctors told me that my skin changed because of my Quirk. The acid I can create is also inside my bloodstream somehow, and this has affected my body's chemicals. Or something like that. So it wasn't long before I went from looking like any normal girl to… this." She motioned to her body with embarrassment.

"Do you suspect the skin pigment alteration was a side-effect?"

Ashido shrugged apologetically. "I don't know, actually. I can't really remember the specifics. All I knew was…it couldn't be fixed. There was nothing anybody could do." She lowered her gaze. "Mum was pretty devastated at first, but she got used to it…eventually."

Ashido laughed unenthusiastically. "Well, you can imagine what happened when one of your classmates suddenly rocks up to school pinker than a raw piece of meat. I was still the same girl at heart. Like, nothing about me had changed at all. I was just rocking a new coat of paint. But that was more than enough for me to become the centre of attention. My classmates weren't as welcoming to the change as others. It's like I became a totally different person to them…when I hadn't. I remember my mum tried to get the teachers to explain to everybody that my change been out of my control. I'd tried to explain it but nobody believed me. The teacher told the other kids that my…condition had been because of my Quirk, and that it was perfectly normal for most kids to change when they discovered their powers." She closed her eyes solemnly. "This…backfired, and soon almost everybody started avoiding me. They thought their skin might change colour too if they caught my 'germs'." Her hands so slowly migrated to the horns protruding from her head. "And this was all before these bad boys started growing... After these showed up, well…"

It went without saying that Ashido possessed one of the most striking appearances he'd ever seen. Fumikage certainly couldn't compare her to anybody else he'd ever met in life. He not aware some of her physical attributes had manifested in response to her Quirk; a possible mutation, he speculated. While intrigued, Fumikage was still incredibly wounded to discover she'd been ostracised because of it. He knew all too well about the unwanted attention unconventional birth features could attract.

"I'm terribly sorry" he whispered. "Somebody as compassionate as you did not deserve to be subjected to that kind of mistreatment."

Ashido smirked weakly. "'Compassionate'? Not the word I'd use to describe myself." The young woman heisted before continuing. "I've moved on. It was a pretty long time ago. Sometimes you shouldn't focus on what's happening to you, but what you should do about it to help yourself. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"I understand completely, and I concur with your statement. And what did you do in response?"

Ashido shrugged bashfully. "I just got sick and tired of feeling awful about myself for something I couldn't control, y'know, and I wasn't about to let another person make me feel that way again." She placed her hands on her hips defiantly, smirking confidently. "I don't care what anybody thinks – I know I look damn good in pink. It had always been my favourite colour, and now I'm covered head to toe in it. It's like a dream come true. If nothing else, I can never be mistaken for somebody else ever again. I stand out, y'know? If you see even an inch of my skin in a crowd, you'll know it's me. I don't know anybody else that looks the way I do – and there's something about that…that I find very encouraging and comforting. It's like…" she nibbled her lip in embarrassment, "it's like there's only one of me in the entire world."

Fumikage couldn't have been more impressed with her shift towards a more constructive attitude. To find comfort and security in something that had originally caused her distress was remarkable growth. Fumikage only wished he too could've possessed this attitude when he'd been in primary school.

"Rather than abolish or disregard the change, you learned to accept and embrace it." Fumikage bowed his head. "I respect that. That is an attitude I believe more people suffering with inadequacies should adopt and abide by. I commend you for your strength and composure in times of adversity."

Ashido's demeanour did not improve. In fact, any content and confidence had disappeared, replaced with visible sorrow and despair. "You might wanna hold off from patting me on the back just yet…" she suggested ambiguously. "Remember when I said that I experienced bullying from 'both sides'…?"

Ashido released a deep exhale and averted her gaze, studying the adjacent wall in deep concentration. It was clear to him that something was causing her a great deal of distress, and so he refrained from speaking and simply waited for her to explain.

After what seemed like an eternity, the young woman seemingly summoned the strength to begin, though their reluctance and lack of composure was still noticeable.

"There was a new girl who transferred into our class" began Ashido, uneasily. "She had six arms – that was her Quirk. And because even somebody like me looked normal compared to her, she started becoming the focus. And when I realised that all the attention had gone away from me, I joined in too. I thought if I didn't, the other kids would remember and go back to picking on me. So I…I joined in on bullying this girl."

Almost immediately, Fumikage wanted to refute and disprove this explanation. It was so unbelievable. Surely she was exaggerating. But her palpable remorse and pain confirmed she was speaking honestly.

"It went on for a few weeks, until she suddenly stopped coming to school. We all thought she might've gone on holiday or something, but we… we were soon told that she'd transferred to another school…because of bullying. I didn't realise it had gotten so serious until she had to move just to escape it…" Ashido shook her head in disbelief. "I-I couldn't believe what I'd done. I still can't believe I did that. Because of me, a kid had to leave school..."

Fumikage couldn't begin to process what he was hearing. After being disheartened to hear she'd been the subject of bullying, receiving a confession that she too had once committed it should've evoked an even stronger response from him. But it hadn't. In fact, Fumikage didn't know how to feel about this discovery at all. All he could infer was he couldn't bear to see her in such a state; it was the most miserable and despondent he'd ever seen her. Even to an outsider like him, it was evident that this experience was something she deeply regrated.

Although he was in position to be commenting on it, Fumikage was still determined to advocate for her and hopefully instil some reassurance. If what she'd explained was true, she'd only participated because of the class's influence. If she held herself solely accountable, that simply wasn't true.

"Can you be held purely accountable?" He asked politely, hoping very much he wouldn't provoke her. "You mentioned several other students participated..."

Ashido concentrated on the question before returning her gaze. "I…" she stammered before clearing her throat softly. "W-well, yeah, I guess I wasn't the only one… But I reckon – no, I know I was the one who picked on her the most. I went too far. I just didn't stop…"

"How do you mean?"

"…I'd rather not say. I said some really horrible things about her; things that I'm not proud of." Sighing with frustration, Ashido enveloped her face in her hands. "I don't even know why I did it. I didn't even know her. I just…" removing her hands, she clenched them tightly. "I had so much anger from when I was being picked on, and I didn't know what to do with it. I just wanted to make somebody feel the way that I felt when I was being bullied. And because of that, I became a bully and ruined somebody's time at school."

"Does anybody else know about this?"

"Kirishima does" answered Ashido with a weak nod. "Well, he doesn't know the whole story… When I moved on to middle school, I developed a bit of a reputation in our year level when it came to bullying. To make up for that, I became totally committed to removing bullying from my new school – like, forever. I wanted to make sure something like that never happened again. I didn't want anybody else to experience what she went through."

"I didn't care how old they were or what their Quirk was, if I saw somebody giving one of my classmates a hard time, I'd always try to defend them. It only worked maybe less than half the time. I tried not to let them see that I was just as scared as they were, so I always put my brave face on. I remember Kirishima and the other kids nominated me to the representative for our year level. I was honoured, but I knew deep down I knew didn't deserve it. They called me a 'hero' for defending them from other kids. So many people – not just my classmates - said I was gonna be a fantastic hero when I got older." She shook her head bitterly. "But I wasn't a hero, and I never will be. If they'd known how I treated another student once..." She brought a fist down upon her thigh. "I'm nothing but a bully."

Fumikage couldn't bear to listen to hear speak so unforgivingly about herself.

"This is why I want to be a hero, and not just any hero. I wanna be like one of my heroes - like All Might or Mt. Lady. I know it sounds really impossible, but it's what I've had my heart set on ever since…y'know…" She sighed deeply. "I wanna be somebody people can look up to in the same way I look up to them. They've taught me to be strong when I feel down. I…I want to do that, too, and hopefully offer people hope and confidence when they really need it. I would really love to inspire people to stand up against bullying; not just kids, but everybody. Nobody deserves to be treated differently for being different. Nobody deserves to be treated the way I treated her."

Fumikage was speechless. What Ashido had professed was one the most profound and inspiring declarations of heroism he'd ever heard. The final two sentences in particular were especially effective. Never before had he ever heard describe the concept of respect and appreciation towards others so beautifully and eloquently. Fumikage wholesomely supported her motivation and ambition for the future for it was a movement he totally supported and believed in.

Fumikage bowed his head in respect. "That's very admirable of you."

Ashido scoffed softly. "It's not, honestly. You still think I'm 'compassionate' and all that? Because I don't. How could I ever hope to call myself a hero when I've already done the worst thing imaginable?" She abruptly brought a sleeve to her eyes and wiped them hastily. "I'm sorry" she whimpered, "this has always been pretty hard for me to talk about. I really don't like looking back on this time in my life…"

She might've thought herself unworthy of becoming a hero. But to Fumikage, he couldn't think of another person in that moment that was more deserving.

"Your motivation isn't farfetched or unbelievable. I'm positive there are countless individuals our age who possess the same ambition as you."

Sniffling, Ashido wiped her nose and shrugged bashfully. "Well, I guess I can't be the only person…"

"Our additional motivations aren't particularly relevant so as long all potential heroes intend to use their abilities to maintain peace and order in society."

Ashido nodded eagerly. "I wanna do that too, by the way. Y'know, I'm not just in for attention and all that." A sheepish smile appeared. "Although, having my face on the side of the building would be pretty amazing, too. Still, I doubt this will ever happen. As you already know, there's still so much I need to work on before I can become a real hero."

"That is not a complication for you to bear exclusively. Whether it be physical or mental, there is always some aspect or quality that we can all stand to improve upon. There is still much I've yet to learn before I can qualify for professional hero work."

Ashido scratched her cheek bashfully. "Well, I guess there's gonna be quite a bit of time before either of us becomes a hero. But something tells me it's gonna take a little longer before people probably aren't gonna be calling out to 'Alien Queen' to come save them."

"That simply isn't true" declared Fumikage, defiantly. "You are just as capable and qualified as anybody else in the school. The opportunity is equally available to you, as it is to everybody else who wishes to pursue the dream."

The young man giggled softly. "…You sound like Mr. Aizawa."

Although it really shouldn't have, Fumikage found himself affixed to the name she'd mentioned for her potential hero identity. Of the ones proposed by the class, that particular name had been one of the most striking and memorable.

"Have you decided on that particular identity now?"

Ashido blinked in confusion. "What? 'Alien Queen'?" She smiled bashfully. "…Yeah."

"Have you retired the other?"

"Not really. I mean, I like the name 'Pinky'. I really do. It's kinda my nickname almost. But it's not the most heroic name, is it? Can you imagine if that was my actual name? I'd sound like a parody of a hero. Like, 'don't worry everybody. Pinky will rescue us from this burning building'."

"'Alien Queen' doesn't exactly inspire trust or hope, either though..."

Ashido sighed in defeat, laughing softly. "Yeah, I know. But it sounds cool though, right? Don't you reckon? So much more than 'Pinky'."

Fumikage nodded. "I must say, I definitely prefer 'Alien Queen' over the alternative."

"I thought you would."

"Would I be correct in presuming you derived inspiration for your identity from the film you described?"

"Yeah, maybe… I hope it wasn't that obvious. Just because my hero name is based on a monster from space doesn't mean I'm not gonna take the responsibility seriously or anything. I just wanna be recognised by a cool name, y'know? I'm sure you feel the same way, right?"

Fumikage did. He'd possessed the very same attitude when it came to creating his own identity.

The more he thought about, the more Fumikage came to realise just how ingenious and creative of a name her preferred identity was.

"That particular identity is one that could be subject to multiple interpretations. I'm not sure if you're aware, but the word 'alien' doesn't not always have to mean an extra-terrestrial creature; it can also be used as synonym for words like 'foreign' or 'different'. In addition, 'queen' is not just a title associated with royalty; in other contexts, it can also be used to describe an important female personality. One could infer the origin of your chosen identity, but 'Alien Queen' could also very well represent your ambition - to become a figure who advocates for respect and inclusivity for all people."

Fumikage's insight was met with a look of pure bewilderment from Ashido. It was only after witnessing her confusion did he realise he might've been attempting to justify something that wasn't even there.

"I'm not sure if that was the coolest thing I've ever heard or the nerdiest."

"…Was my assessment needlessly complicated?"

"No, I got it. I mean, I think I understood it…"

Fumikage observed as the young woman averted her gaze, visibly concentrating on something intently. It wasn't long before a maddening smile graced her lips.

"Yeah…" she mused, nodding her head eagerly. "I really like that, now that I think I about it… I guess I have to use it now. I never would've have come up with something like that. Wow, you actually managed to make it sound even more important. Like, it actually means something now instead of just being a reference to my favourite movie I'm so gonna use this now." Squeezing her fists excitedly, she abruptly rose to her feet, placing her hands on her hips and speaking in a dramatic tone. "Mina Ashido A.K.A. 'Alien Queen: Putting a Stop to Bullying Once and For All'! How did that sound?"

Fumikage smiled warmly, delighted to hear she'd welcomed his proposal. "Inspiring."

Ashido returned to her seat. "Thanks for this. Now I know I've made the right choice. Man, you should've been the one judging everybody's names."

Now that'd she developed a new source of inspiration for the title, Fumikage wondered if Ms. Kayama would reconsider allowing her to use it.

When the exercise had commenced, Fumikage had only expected the two of them to share and discuss personal interest and possible ambitions for the future. He couldn't have ever anticipated listening to her talk about her difficult childhood. Bullying is a very serious subject, but rather than repress it, Fumikage had been so impressed that she'd been able to discuss it. Reflecting on such a challenging period would've taken a tremendous amount of strength. She'd taken strides to atone for her sin, and that was something he respected and admired her for immensely.

It was because of this discussion that Fumikage became inclined to inform her that he too had experienced childhood bullying albeit not nearly as intensely as she'd described. Fumikage didn't wish to renew the bullying discussion, but he knew he would be doing her a great disservice if he didn't recount his experience. After her heart-felt confession, he believed she deserved to know.

"…I know we've put this discussion to rest and I apologise for bringing attention to this subject again." He sighed softly. "But you should know that you weren't the only child who was once ostracised by their classmates."

As he unfortunately anticipated, such an announcement was met with disheartenment.

Ashido brought a hand to her mouth. "It didn't happen to you too, did it?"

Fumikage answered with a nod. "When I was younger, I too was a subject to harassment."

"I'm sorry…"

"It's quite alright…"

Ashido shook her head. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Consider this my confession for the exercise. Following yours, I believe it's only fair that I inform you that the experience you described is not foreign to me. I empathise with almost everything you've said. To be victimised…is not pleasant at all."

Although not as impactful as other events in his life, Fumikage would still cite the teasing and harassment he experienced as a factor that influenced his future attitudes and behaviours. In many respects, the teasing of others had been a reason he became so distant and reclusive in his adolescence.

"But what were you made fun of for? You're one of the coolest people I know."

Fumikage sighed. "My demeanour was certainly an aspect. But it was my…appearance predominantly that attracted the most attention."

"…What did people say?"

"That somebody with my features should not have been attending school. I was told that I belonged in a pet store or a zoo."

Ashido stared blankly. "Oh, wow. That's so original." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "I bet they stayed up all night thinking of that one. They must feel pretty clever for coming up with that." She sighed with frustration. "That's not funny. I have the sense of humour of a five year old and not even I think that's funny. That's just cruel."

"Children are cruel. Due to minimal brain development and a lack of social interactivity and experience, they're unable to comprehend abnormalities in others and how to respect those differences. Because of this, any noticeable dissimilarities they cannot understand will often be a target of scorn or ridicule. Children are honest and sincere, and this can make them brutal and unsympathetic."

Ashido nodded understandingly. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But still, like, the way you look – that's not your fault, y'know? You were born that way. You couldn't control it. Nobody can change the way they were born. Well, not unless they have a Quirk that can do that…but… You get the point." She sighed deeply. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be focusing on this, but that really pisses me off. Nobody should be made fun of for how they look or act, especially if it's something they were born with."

With time, Fumikage had come to understand why some of his classmates had ridiculed him for his appearance. This understanding did not mean he'd ever appreciated what they'd said, but at the very least he knew their teasing had never been out of malice.

"As you can probably understand, I don't have particularly fond memories of this period in my childhood, but I do not reflect upon it with resentment, and I especially don't harbour hatred for those who harassed me. There was a time when I did possess these emotions, but I have since made peace with it and moved past it."

"How did you do that? Did you just ignore them?"

"I suppose you could say that. It was not a change that occurred over night, but I was eventually able to filter out the mockery and focus purely on positivity, specifically students in my school who respected and appreciated me. I may have found myself isolated from others – in no small part due to my own decision to distance myself - but at no point was I ever truly alone. Even during my darkest moments, I was able to remind myself that there were still people who valued me."

Fumikage brought a hand to his chest. "This is who I am. This is the body and soul I was blessed with, and if I am to become a man one day, I must learn to accept and appreciate myself. And if I am able to earn the admiration and respect of others in addition despite my many flaws…well…"

Ashido smiled warmly. "That's the way to think. That's kind of my attitude, too. I want people to appreciate me for who I really am and not somebody they want me to be. I want people to like me for me." Combing her fingers through her hair, the young woman smiled uneasily. "I'm so happy to hear that you were able to move on from it all…unlike me. At least you didn't take out your anger on somebody else to try and feel better about yourself…"

Fumikage sighed softly. It was clear that even after several years had passed she still harboured a lot of self-hatred. As somebody who'd never intentionally teased or harassed another classmate, Fumikage couldn't empathise with her situation. But if the remorse and regret she still experienced was anything like how felt following injustices committed by his hands against others, than he knew exactly how she felt.

"I've come to know all too well about the consequences for selfish and inconsiderate actions against others. I too have committed mistakes that I'm not proud of; attributed to aspects of my being that I really wish I could control and understand. But while I've come to understand that we as people cannot change the past and events that have unfortunately transpired, I believe every single one of us is capable of taking charge to influence the future; to hopefully correct actions committed by our hands. With some exceptions, everybody is entitled to a second chance."

Ashido rubbed her harm uncomfortably, studying him with a contrite demeanour. "Even me? After everything I've done?"

Fumikage nodded defiantly. "Absolutely. You've acknowledged the faults committed, demonstrated a willingness to change, and have even taken strides to atone for your transgression. Unlike many, you've tried to ensure the actions are never repeated – for the protection and prosperity of others. What is that if not compassion and heroism?"

Wincing, the young woman averted her gaze, biting her bottom lip.

Witnessing this, Fumikage decided to finish lest he make her any more uncomfortable.

"Your ideals are commendable, and ones that any aspiring hero could possess and abide by."

And he hadn't exaggerated. There'd been a time when he'd been curious of Mina Ashido's motivation considering she wasn't a terribly attentive student during class. But after listening to her explain her ambitions for the future, Fumikage was every bit of confident that she would become a hero one day.

"I don't know about that…" scoffed the young woman. "Just because I've accepted I made a mistake doesn't make what I did any less awful."

"I've always believed everything – whether positive or negative – happens for a reason. Perhaps that experience was important in helping influence you into becoming the person you are today? Perhaps that experience changed you for the better?"

Fumikage watched as Ashido developed an expression of concentration, absentmindedly drumming her fingers across her chin. It wasn't long before the young woman's visible intensity softened, and she returned her gaze, shrugging bashfully.

"I'd never really thought of it that way…"

Realising he might've misspoken, Fumikage corrected himself. "I apologise. I did not mean to imply the mistreatment you received was justified…"

"N-no, I get it. I think" she whispered, returning her attention to her lap. Ashido laughed under her breath. "You've definitely given me something to think about. Nobody's ever said something like this about me before."

Ashido's silence and averted gaze persisted for several seconds, and Fumikage began to fear he might've spoken out of line. He hoped very much she hadn't misunderstood what he'd intended to convey. Following such an inclusive answer, Fumikage wasn't sure if she'd understood him.

Fumikage continued to study the young woman, patiently waiting for her next action. To his relief and surprise, he was suddenly treated to a hopeful smile from his partner as she rose to her feet.

"Could you… stand up for a sec?" She asked softly, ushering him with her fingers.

Although an unusual request, Fumikage speculated it was most likely the final stage of the exercise involved the two of them on their feet, and so he complied.

Now less than a metre from one another, Fumikage wondered how the exercise might conclude; another handshake or even a respectful bow exchanged both seemed likely. What he didn't ever expect was for Mina Ashido to close the distance and wrap her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.

Such unexpected physical contact had caught Fumikage completely off-guard as his entire body tensed, his arms dropping by his side and stiffening. Fumikage's eyes desperately examined the room for a possible camera or recording device; anything that would confirm the embrace was part of a ruse. But as he anticipated, he found no such items. The sensations he could feel and observe - her touch, scent and body heat – were no illusions. Such close proximity with Mina Ashido was very real, and he didn't how to react.

Fumikage was no stranger to intimate embraces, and that's exactly what it was – an embrace, and certainly nothing he should've found himself embarrassed or overwhelmed by. Whether from family or friends, he'd participated in several throughout his life, and he'd never thought to scrutinise the situation then. But Ashido wasn't family nor were they even friends just yet. The exercise he'd participated in had been a wonderful experience he'd come to appreciate, but even after its conclusion he still wasn't terribly confident their relationship could be classified as a 'friendship' yet. So why'd she been compelled to hold him?

Fumikage tried to rationalise the situation, but soon found himself fixated on something else, and that was the lack of usual embracing conventions. She wasn't rubbing his back softly or even squeezing him playfully. Instead, she continued to rest her arms and head gently. This wasn't an ordinary embrace exchanged between friends and families; not even one between classmates or colleagues. This felt…different. Fumikage wondered if he should make an effort to return it by placing his hand on her back, but refrained from doing so.

"I'm sorry that happened to you" she whispered. "Somebody like you didn't deserve that."

Fumikage closed his eyes. "It was a long time ago…"

Ashido's tightened her embrace. "I don't think you're weird. I think you're really sweet."

The trust-building exercise had ultimately fulfilled its purpose. Fumikage could honestly declare that he definitely felt like he knew and understood Mina Ashido better than he'd ever before. But when she'd proposed that she'd like for them to be closer, he never thought they'd achieve it physically, too.