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?

14. Cretin Hop

"Mina hungry. Mina want food."

The young woman's childish, petulant complaint and deliberate use of improper grammar would've otherwise disrupted Fumikage's work. But after achieving a working rhythm, there wasn't much that could actually bring his progress to a halt. Her disgruntled plea, however, had certainly captured his attention.

"Didn't you think to eat something before you arrived?"

Ashido emitted another groan. Diverting his gaze from his laptop to his partner seated across from him, Fumikage watched as she rested her chin on the table, pouting with her bottom lip quivering for extra emphasis.

"Mina wanted to be here on time. Mina had no chance to eat." Whimpering softly, Ashido stared at him with pleading eyes. "Mina and Tokoyami have been writing for hours. Can we take a little break-sie now? Please?"

She was exaggerating, of course - they hadn't even been working for forty-five minutes. And more crucially, she hadn't exactly been very productive.

Resuming work, Fumikage replied sternly. "No."

"Oh, what? Mina's been working super hard. Mina tired now."

"'Mina' hasn't so much written a single sentence in the past three quarters of an hour."

"Yeah, I have!" Ashido rotated her laptop. "What does this look like?"

Examining the document, Fumikage discovered a single sentence - the very same one he'd written at the beginning of the session.

"I wrote that" he corrected. "You're supposed to being expanding upon it."

"Oh, leave me alone" grumbled Ashido. "I'm trying, alright? It's just…my body is here but my mind is in, like, another country on the other side of the world." Her hands migrated from the table to her stomach as she began to caress it. "It's so hard to concentrate when all I can think about is food."

"I haven't eaten either, and I'm managing suitably well."

"Yeah, but's that different and you know it. You know I'm not like you. I can't just, y'know, ignore all the distractions around me and focus on my work." She slouched in her seat and folded her arms. "I'm sorry I'm not as productive as you."

And for the very first time since they'd begun that afternoon, Fumikage's progress came to a halt.

It really was remarkable just how much progress they'd made since they'd begun. In just a little under a fortnight they'd managed to complete a substantial amount of the workload. At this rate, an early draft of the completed final product could be realised earlier than he expected. This prediction only compelled Fumikage to work even harder as the remainder of their time together would be used to polish and refine their work.

But even though Fumikage was impressed by just how much they'd achieved in such a short time, he was far more impressed with his partner. It really was a wonder to Fumikage why he'd ever suspected Ashido would refuse to contribute, considering every subsequent submission of work only served to highlight just how wrong he'd been. Even though she still repeatedly doubted content she produced was sufficient, she'd still managed to defy his expectations by successfully attending each of ther scheduled meetings regardless of the time and date. For her commitment and devotion, she deserved to be commended.

But just because they'd begun to communicate and cooperate with each other effectively didn't mean their work sessions had become completely devoid of complications, and these typically manifested in Ashido's occasional lack of motivation and willpower to work. There'd been a time when this would've bothered him, but it was with each subsequent encounter that Fumikage was coming to accept that he might've been asking too much of her.

Relenting, Fumikage decided to permit her request. "You're welcome to get some air if you wish."

But rather than respond with great enthusiasm and relief, Ashido instead lowered her gaze sheepishly. "That's not really what I meant when I said I wanted us to take a break…"

Before he could properly assess her unexpected response, Fumikage observed as she returned her attention to him and leaned forward.

"This is gonna sound really random, but do you reckon we can go somewhere else for a change?"

For what purpose did she desire a new environment, wondered Fumikage. Was she implying that she'd grown tired of his mother's office? Possible conflicting feelings weren't unbelievable at all. After all, in hindsight a private office inside a child and family relocation centre wasn't exactly a normal working environment for students.

Fumikage motioned to the office around them. "Is this no longer a suitable environment?"

Ashido shook her head. "No, I didn't mean it like that" she reassured, smiling weakly. "This is perfect, y'know. We've been able to get some real work done here unlike at school. It's better than I actually deserve, honestly. I've been meaning to thank your mum for always letting us work in here. I just…"

She sighed in defeat. "Alright, I'll tell you the truth. I'm bored, OK? I feel like I'm gonna fall asleep at any second. C'mon, you must feel the same. Don't you wanna give this a rest for a bit?"

With the final draft being so tantalisingly close to completion, Fumikage saw no reason for them to stop. "Not at all."

Unease developed on the young woman's face. "Not even for just for one day? Surely we could sacrifice one teensie-weensie afternoon…"

Fumikage was about to object when Dark Shadow interrupted him internally.

This is what I'm talking about! You can't just keep doing this to her – forcing her to work without rest. You're working her to the bone. She's your partner; not your slave. You know she isn't as attentive as you are, so cut her some slack. All work and no rest isn't healthy, and you of all people should know that by now.

It was only after receiving Dark Shadow's criticism did Fumikage realise what continued refusal would potentially sound like. To deny her a chance for reprieve and pressure into resuming work in spite of her exhaustion was totally unethical. Even though he wished she was as involved as he was, Fumikage still had no intentions of subjecting her to something she didn't feel comfortable with. Fumikage was thankful another soul was permanently with him to offer their insight and caution him on how to proceed. He cursed himself for once again neglecting to acknowledge and respect the differences between he and Ashido when it came to studying, namely the difficulty she experienced.

Come on, you know she's right; the two of you deserve a break for a change. The assignment isn't due for, like, another month. As if one little day to yourselves is gonna matter when you can easily make up for the lost time later.

Although he still wasn't persuaded, Dark Shadow at least offered a convincing argument.

A smirk appeared on Ashido's face; it was evident she'd been able to detect that he'd reconsidered her proposal. "C'mon, we've gotta pat ourselves on the back for banging away at this for the past days. We deserve a break for all the progress we've made."

Fumikage raised an eyebrow in response to the latter comment which elicited a giggle from her.

"OK, you might deserve some time off more than I do, but you get what I'm saying, don't you? We can always come back to this whenever we want, and nobody's gonna punish us for taking some time off to relax. You remember what All Might said about time management, don't you? That finding time to rest and recuperate is just as important as the actual work."

Fumikage didn't know if he was impressed or irritated that she'd played that card and applied All Might's frankly relevant logic to their situation.

She's got a point, y'know. He did say that.

Tracing her finger in a circle on the table, Ashido stared at him intently, batting her eyelashes innocuously. "We don't wanna exhaust ourselves, do we? Don't you reckon we deserve a break by now? You can't tell me you don't think we deserve a little time to ourselves."

No less than a fortnight earlier, Ashido - who'd once confessed she'd always felt threatened and intimidated by him - was now able to behave like her usual animated self in his presence, so much so that she didn't seem to feel embarrassed anymore when conducting her playful theatrics. A lot had certainly happened in such a short period, noted Fumikage, but he couldn't say he was disappointed with her newfound confidence and bravado.

Look at her! How can you say 'no' to a face like that?

As he continued to stare into her wide, jet-black eyes, it was becoming apparent to Fumikage that Ashido possessed an inexplicable power of persuasion over him. He could understand why Dark Shadow admired her so much; the two of them proved to be quite adept at manipulating him. If she was trying to make him reconsider…it was working.

"I suppose this project has consumed quite a bit of our time recently" admitted Fumikage.

"Hey, c'mon, we've earned this" added Ashido encouragingly, seemingly aware of his doubt. "It's about time we were allowed to kick off our shoes and relax. What do you say we get out of here and grab something to eat? Just the two of us?"

Even after being presented with another of her warm and inspiring smiles, Fumikage still wasn't entirely sure. "…And where would you propose we go?"

Ashido scrunched up her face in exaggerated concentration before her eyes widened in delight. "How about to the mall? That's pretty close, and I haven't been there in, like, forever. How do you feel about there?"

Her otherwise completely innocent suggestion provoked intense reluctance from Fumikage. With his affinity for all things dark and gothic, it really was pathetic that the one thing he dreaded most was the thought of being in a bustling and populated area. Fumikage acknowledged it was childish of him to possess such a fear, but because of his introverted, reclusive nature, social interaction was almost completely foreign to him. He'd taken great measures to avoid finding himself in such situations, and now he was being asked to consciously involve himself in one? No. He couldn't do this.

Ashido's eager, expectant gaze only further intensified his discomfort. The thought of accompanying somebody so energetic and spirited was admittedly quite enticing; going to the mall would be the very first activity they engaged in together outside of school that didn't involve work. But ultimately, it was something that still didn't believe he could consent to. Fumikage was already immensely disappointed in himself for his lack of commitment. He dreaded to imagine how she would react after such anticipation.

Lowering his head sheepishly, Fumikage answered reluctantly. "I'm sorry, but…I've changed my mind. I would honestly prefer to remain here and resume working."

The enthusiasm slowly vanished from her face as his words seemingly register with her. Visible disillusion devolved into disappointment. "Fine. Whatever. I didn't wanna go anywhere with you anyway. I'm fine staying here, too. I love spending my weekends inside working on homework. There's nothing else I'd rather be doing with my spare time." Her verbal tirade concluded with her returning her attention to her laptop where she began typing furiously. Whether or not she was actually writing coherently was unclear.

Nothing was capable of evoking greater remorse in Fumikage than the knowledge that he'd disappointed somebody on account of his selfishness and inconsideration. Fumikage wondered if the turmoil he was experiencing anything like how she felt after their infamous altercation. If it was, he couldn't deny that a part of him believed he deserved to experience how she'd once felt after failing to deliver on a promise to a classmate. Dark Shadow was right; he was unfair on her.

Every so often Ashido would return her gaze as if to inspect if he was still watching her, and Fumikage could tell that her demeanour of frustration was faltering as she began to look increasingly despondent. It didn't take long before her typing came to a complete halt. Removing her hands from the keyboard, she became almost completely inactive save her eyes migrating back and forth between him and the table.

"I didn't mean that…" she whispered apologetically. "That was really rude of me. I know how important this project is, and I'm sorry that I've been so unhelpful. I just…" she exhaled with exhaustion. "I'm hungry, I'm bored, and I just can't think right now."

Fumikage was coming to accept that the work schedule they were operating with wasn't a manageable one to him. Each obstacle encountered only served to remind Fumikage how crucial it was to construct one that would better accommodate her difficulties.

Ashido shook her head. "If you don't wanna go anywhere, we don't have to. We'll just stay here."

Relief or satisfaction weren't experienced after hearing her relent and surrender. Instead, Fumikage was overcome with the compulsion to fulfil her request and restore the energy and positivity in his dispirited partner. After being so patient and committed for so long, Fumikage believed she was entitled to a reward of sorts. She deserved some time to herself after sacrificing so much of it for him.

"You're right…" he began, noticing that he'd captured his attention. He closed his laptop for emphasis. "I do believe we are entitled to some time off."

Ashido stared at him uneasily. "We don't have to, honestly. Just…forget I said anything."

"I must confess, I too wish for a change in scenery and atmosphere."

He watched with anticipation as Ashido's eyes illuminated once more, as if she finally understood that he was being serious.

"W-well, alright then" she stammered. "We don't have to be gone for too long. It'll only be for a little while. If you want, we could always come straight back to this once we're finished."

The time taken was not an issue; Fumikage was prepared to sacrifice as much time as need be. Of course, this would also involve spending more time in the shopping centre. Although not entirely comfortable with the idea, for the sake of her happiness and comfort, he would endure it.

"Only if you think you'll feel comfortable resuming."

Ashido smirked wryly. "I think I'll manage. After all, don't you reckon it's about time I wrote something today?"

After shutting her laptop with satisfaction, Ashido wasted no more time and excitedly bounded towards the door. If she hadn't already been eager to leave before, she certainly was now, observed Fumikage, who migrated to join her at his own pace. At the very least, she was excited to visit the mall, and that was enough of a reason for him to accompany her.

Before Fumikage could exchange another word and possibly apologise for his prior inconsiderate behaviour, his hand was unexpectedly entwined with hers. The gesture caught him totally off-guard.

"C'mon, let's get out of here" she whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "I might just end up eating my laptop if I don't get something in my belly."

Fumikage made no effort to escape from her grasp. Instead, he allowed her to frantically escort him out the building.

---

It was only after emerging from a room with air-conditioning and into unobstructed sunlight did Fumikage regret his choice of clothing. Regardless of the weather and temperature, hooded jackets and jeans were always his preferred attire. A different shade, however, he was starting to reconsider - maybe grey or very dark navy blue. Why did he always insist on wearing black, the shade that absorbed the most heat?

Ashido's attire was much more appropriate; stylistically ripped denim shorts with a crop-top that exposed her navel. While he never dared to experiment with new clothing, Ashido seemingly possessed an outfit for every possible occasion. Apart from her uniform, Fumikage couldn't recall ever seeing her wear the same clothes twice. Her extensive wardrobe of styles was quite impressive. Dark Shadow was curious why he'd suddenly become so fascinated with her appearance, but Fumikage dismissed their comments.

But it was neither the heat nor his attire that was troubling Fumikage. No, there was a far more critical matter: their inevitable arrival at the shopping centre. Just because he'd agreed to accompany her did not mean he was entirely comfortable with venturing outside of his comfort zone and into a populated area. From within his pockets, Fumikage's hand clenched into fists, the very thought making him tense. If he was to engage, he would need to properly prepare himself, and the modest traveling distance would allow him to.

"You've gotten pretty quiet all of a sudden. Is something wrong?"

Fumikage's attention returned his partner. Ashido greeted him expectantly with a curious smile. So distracted by his thoughts, Fumikage had neglected to acknowledge her presence. Fumikage couldn't bring himself to share what was really bothering him. Instead, he elected for a substitute; an unrelated matter, but still something making him perturbed.

"I apologise. I've been rather distracted recently. The upcoming workplace training has been the source of some distress for me."

Resting against the traffic-light post, Mina folded her arms behind her neck. "Yeah, tell me about it. I know how you feel. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared, too. I don't really know what to expect, but I do know is that I can't wait for Monday to come." A maddening grin spread across her lips. "I mean, a whole week of off school? How could I not be excited?"

The young woman's eagerness might've been misplaced, thought Fumikage, accompanying from her behind after the traffic came to a halt, permitting them to cross. "I hope you understand the purpose of this training isn't for our entertainment…"

"I know, I know", Ashido called back, rotating her head and presenting a knowing smirk. "The whole point of the internships is to give us all a taste of what real heroes do when they're working. I know it's gotta be taken seriously. But still, it's gonna be pretty sweet working off campus for a change, don't you think? Aren't you hyped for next week, too?" She nudged him gently.

Fumikage couldn't deny his excitement for the experience dominated the reluctance. "I do anticipate my placement with great enthusiasm. Observing how our mentors operate in the field will be a very informative and insightful experience."

"I'm just keen to get a week of school, y'know. But knowing me, I'm probably gonna forget everything I'm taught comes this time next week. It's all gonna come in through one ear and then straight back out the other. I mean, I barely remember what I had for breakfast. How do you reckon I'm gonna do with all the information I get from the training?"

Her fears were completely understandable; he too dreaded a potential overload of information to digest and reflect upon. But so long as she concentrated on the work presented, Fumikage was confident even somebody so easily distracted as her would be able digest it all.

"If you remember to focus, I'm positive you'll manage."

Grinning bashfully, Ashido's eyes migrated to the ground ever so discreetly. "Thanks. Now if only my Mum were as supportive as you. She keeps riding my arse about the most silly things. She's been like, 'listen to everything they tell you'; 'don't forget your manners'; 'remember to be on your best behaviour at all times'. Like, I'm not a kid anymore, Mum. I know what to do when I get there. I think she's just as anxious about the whole thing as I am."

Fumikage liked to imagine most parents had issued the same guidelines for their children; his parents, especially his father, had been quite vocal about appropriate behaviour and etiquette.

"I don't believe any one of us is feeling completely confident or prepared."

"Guess we'll find out when we find out, huh?"

Although there were many factors Fumikage still didn't quite understand involving his workplace training, there was one thing he could infer: like her, he couldn't wait for Monday to arrive. And following the experience, he was quite eager to know how his classmate's individual placements went. Bakugo and Todoroki's were especially intriguing as they too were interning with high-ranking heroes. He couldn't, however, remember exactly who Ashido had applied to work with.

"I apologise if I've been misinformed, but I can't recall ever hearing about which professional agency you selected. I don't believe your chosen hero was ever mentioned when Mr. Aizawa shared the arrangements with the class."

"That's because I hadn't made a choice yet…"

"Have you made a decision since?"

Ashido brought her hands together, presenting an unexpectedly uneasy smile. "Yep. Everything's been sorted out now. It's all…official. It's all ready to go come Monday."

"I'm intrigued to know which hero you applied to work with."

Rather than answer conclusively, he observed as Ashido readjusted the strap of her handbag on her shoulder, gripping it tightly with both hands as if for protection. Fumikage took note of her unusual tone and body language, curious as to why she'd become so anxious.

"I'd rather not say…" she answered meekly. "There's a reason I haven't told anybody yet. It's… really embarrassing."

Considering she was always quite vocal when it came to information, her reluctance to reveal the identity of her chosen hero was quite concerning.

"Are they subject to controversy?"

Ashido shook her head. "No, it's nothing like that. There's nothing wrong with them. Like, I won't be in danger by working alongside them or anything. It's just…" She whimpered. "It's embarrassing, and I don't want the class to find out because I know everybody's gonna make fun of me for it."

Rather than convince him to refrain from inquiring further, Fumikage only wished to know more, so that he could potentially denounce the possibility of humiliation.

"Why do you suspect you'll be ridiculed?"

Ashido sighed deeply. "It's 'cause…" As her gaze migrated from his back towards the ground, her voice became no louder than a whisper. "The person I'm gonna be working with… She's not a true hero – yet. She's a hero-in-training. A sidekick."

After allowing her words to register, Fumikage acknowledged with a polite nod. "I see."

With a pout, Ashido folded her arms. "Yeah, go on. Get it out of your system. I know you wanna laugh at me. Mina Ashido: the sidekick's sidekick. It's hilarious, isn't it?"

It wasn't funny – not at all. In fact, Fumikage was wounded to hear that she believed he or any of their classmates would derive amusement from the situation.

"I really hope you don't honestly suspect your peers will ridicule you for this. You should take pride in the fact that somebody even decided to extend you an offer. Some students didn't receive any at all."

"I know, I know" groaned Ashido, enveloping her face with her hands. "God, I'm so friggen' ungrateful." After revealing her face again, she sighed with frustration. "I really hate myself for feeling like this 'cause I'm not disappointed with who I've chosen. It's not like that at all. I'm actually really looking forward to working with her. I just… I can't help but keep thinking that I'm not good enough – that I'm not special enough to work with real heroes. Even after trying my best, I still couldn't attract the attention of any real heroes."

Her assessment of the situation couldn't have been further from the truth. There was absolutely nothing inherently wrong with applying to work with a sidekick, and Fumikage was determined to help her understand.

"I can see this outcome has affected your self-esteem" began Fumikage cautiously, knowing full well what he was venturing into was a very sensitive subject. "But I promise you this arrangement does not reflect poorly upon you or speak for you as a person or a potential hero. If you believe yourself to be undesirable because of the circumstances, that simply isn't true. The number of offers received is not a measure of your worth; the impact you have on the lives of others is. You mightn't've received many offers, but that does not invalidate how important you are to so many people."

It was only after concluding did Fumikage acknowledge his accelerated heartbeat. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. He dreaded to imagine how she might interpret such a passionate explanation. Dark Shadow certainly found his sudden lack of composure amusing. He hadn't intended to overwhelm her; he just wanted to instil some confidence and faith.

But rather than a teasing remark, Fumikage was treated to a thoughtful smile. "How did I know you were gonna say something like that?" She gently poked him in the arm. "I reckon I'm just gonna come to you from now on whenever something's bothering me. You always know exactly what to say to cheer me up."

Ashido's occasional pessimism and self-depreciation had always been a concern to Fumikage, but after becoming closer with her, he believed he was finally coming to understand where it might originate from. Ashido had begun to strike Fumikage as the kind of person who could naturally recognise an issue that needed to be resolved or when they were overreacting or overthinking; they just needed another person to reaffirm it or reassure them. Fumikage could empathise, and if this was the case, he was more than prepared to offer her continued support should she ever require it.

"Your chosen mentor's professional status is irrelevant if they don't offer you services and experiences you believe will be beneficial for your personal growth" added Fumikage. "This was the attitude that influenced my decision. Would I be correct in assuming you felt the same?"

Ashido nodded eagerly. "I did. Of the four offers I got, I could tell this one was the best for me because she asked to work with me specifically. After I mentioned that I was interested, I was given her number, and we just started, y'know, talking with each other – about the training and why she had her heart set on me."

Her explanation intrigued Fumikage, and Ashido appeared to pick up on his curiosity.

"Did you…want to hear more?"

"If you don't feel comfortable elaborating…" stammered Fumikage, hoping to avoid coercing her into divulging information that wasn't any of his business.

"No, it's fine. I reckon it's about time I told somebody by now..."

Folding her hands over her waist, Ashido began, a bashful grin emerging on her face.

"W-well, her name's Kaoruko but she goes by the name Bubble Girl, and she's really nice. Mum and I spoke with over the phone and she said some really sweet things about me – things that I never thought I'd ever hear anybody say about me. She's always wanted to tutor somebody apparently, but she just hasn't met anybody yet that she think she's capable of helping and supporting – y'know, 'cause she's still learning herself." She hesitated, biting her bottom lip. "But after watching the tournament on T.V, even though I got my arse kicked in the end, she was still really impressed with me, and thought that somebody with my abilities and personality was the right one for her. A-and after hearing that, I knew she was the one for me. I mean, how could I say no to that?"

Fumikage was not familiar with the chosen heroes, but a description of them alone was enough to convince him that she was the perfect mentor for Ashido. To have an aspiring hero go to such effort to contact and arrange an internship tailored specifically for her must've felt incredible.

Ashido brought a hand to her chest. "She sees something in me. Like, me of all people. She could've asked for anybody my age, but it's me that she wants to work with me. That…that makes me feel really special."

After experiencing such doubt and insecurity for so long, Fumikage was delighted that she'd finally received the recognition she'd always deserved.

"I'm very pleased for you. I'm sure you'll be able to learn much from her tutelage and mentoring."

Ashido smiled appreciatively. "I hope so."

Interning with somebody who was still learning and developing themselves would no doubt prove to be a very unique and insightful experience, and one Fumikage was very eager to hear about the next week.

"Although I'm super keen to work with her, I'm not gonna lie - I am still pretty jealous of you. And I know a lot of our classmates are, too", she smirked teasingly, biting her lip, "especially the girls. It must feel pretty good to have been accepted by, like, the hottest hero in the world. Well, since this is you we're talking about it's not surprising that you caught his eye."

It took Fumikage a little longer than it really should have before he understood what she was implying. Because of their charm, charisma and presence in hero society, he could understand why so many people (especially females) idolised his chosen hero. Fumikage was one such admirer of the avian-like hero, Hawks. To establish a personal hero agency at the age of eighteen and rise so far as to become the third top hero in the region was an astonishing feat for somebody so young compared to his contemporaries.

"I'm grateful to have received any offers at all following my unceremonious surrender in the semi-finals. To be recognised by a professional hero at all is incredible. But to be worthy of notice to somebody with such a prestigious profile is a tremendous honour. This is why I've refrained from bringing attention to this - to avoid sounding arrogant."

Ashido snorted jokingly. "Well, that's the difference between you and me. I'd be sitting on top of the world if I'd been the one Hawks accepted - and I definitely wouldn't be shy about letting people know. You'd have to hold me down and stitch my lips together just to get me to shut my mouth. I'd be screaming it to the world."

Sighing softly, Ashido adopted a calmer tone. "I know I should be more grateful. After all, like you said, there are some students who didn't get any offers at all. I know shouldn't feel this way, but I really wish I was as special as you. If I actually focused on my learning instead of my social life, maybe I would've gotten offers from real heroes like Hawks, too. Maybe if I was more like you…"

Detecting what direction she was going in, Fumikage intended to interject and further reassure her, only to be interrupted by an exaggerated exhale of frustration.

"I know what you're gonna say" she announced, rolling her eyes, "that I'm overthinking the situation, and shouldn't be comparing myself to you 'cause we're two totally different people with totally different Quirks and personalities. I know you're gonna tell me I'm special in my own way, and there's no reason I should feel this way."

"Why would I need to reiterate what you already know?" Replied Fumikage, realising she was only speaking in jest.

"Yeah… I'm just – I'm acting like an ungrateful child and making a big deal out of nothing." After a moment of inactivity, Ashido's smile returned. "What I'm trying to say is…I'm really happy for you. The chance to work with such an amazing hero is, like, a dream come true. As much as I wish it was me, I know you deserve this so much more than I do. Birds of a feather need to flock together, right?"

Fumikage hoped she'd refrain from comparing herself to him. Just because she hadn't received an offer from an officially licensed hero did not mean she was unworthy or unfavourable – and certainly not undeserving of the opportunity.

"Should you ever experience feelings of inadequacy again" urged Fumikage politely, "do not forget that you captured the attention of a hero-in-training and inspired them to contact you specifically for possible tutelage. They recognise great potential in you that they do not see in me and many others."

Smiling weakly, Ashido bowed her head. "I'll…try to keep that in mind from now on. I feel a lot better about this whole thing now. Thanks." She laughed uneasily. "Now if I could only do something about my nerves…"

"Keep in mind that you will not be the only one engaging in this experience. I can't speak on behalf of our class, but I can confirm that I empathise with your concerns. Mentally and emotionally, I'm not entirely prepared either" he admitted solemnly.

It wasn't training itself that concerned Fumikage rather the pressure of performance. He might've been more boisterous and laidback than most of his contemporaries, but Hawks was still one of the most important and influential figures in modern hero society, and somebody who demanded respect. They hadn't ever established what it was specifically that motivated them to contact him or what it was that separated him from other heroes his age; they'd only mentioned expressing interest in 'taking him under their wings'. Fumikage was determined to prove his worth and impress the older gentleman. How he would accomplish that, however, he didn't know yet.

An unexpected sensation graced Fumikage's arm. Hastily investigating, he discovered their arms had been linked together.

"I know you'll be alright" declared Ashido, welcoming him with a beaming smile. "If you can put up with me, you can pretty much handle anything."

Fumikage was about to object to the use of their connection as an example to measure the difficulty or complexity of situations by comparison when he was treated to a playful wink, reassuring him she'd only been speaking in jest. It was then when Fumikage was finally able to recognise and appreciate what she'd been trying to inspire in him.

---

For many teenagers, the local shopping complex was essentially another version of school as both environments offered occupants the chance to explore either figuratively or literally for inspiration and information, as well the opportunity to socialise and communicate with friends, associates and peers a like. For these reasons, a trip to the mall on the weekend wasn't uncommon for most teenagers. But Fumikage wasn't like most teenagers, and exploring the treacherous aisles and stores of the complex was a truly harrowing experience. The noise, the navigation difficulty, the sheer number of people congregating around him - it was all so overwhelming.

"So what'ya reckon?"

Fumikage was abruptly brought back to reality by the sound of his partner's voice. He was greeted with the sight of Ashido's wide eyes studying him with eager anticipation, a straw inserted in her mouth as she inhaled her drink.

"Hmm?" She probed again.

So distracted by his thoughts, Fumikage had completely ignored her.

The eagerness slowly drained from her face. "I asked you a question…"

Fumikage's face grew hotter, the pressure and urgency to recall her inquiry becoming increasingly difficult with each passing second. "Yes, of course. You did…"

Ashido smiled weakly. "Well?"

Despite his efforts, Fumikage hadn't the faintest idea what she'd asked.

Sighing with disappointment, Ashido hung her head in disappointment. "I knew you weren't listening…"

Well, it's a good thing one of us was. She asked you what Quirk you'd choose if you could change.

Fumikage thanked his partner internally for their attentiveness, but Dark Shadow denounced the gratitude, explaining that he shouldn't have been ignoring her in the first place. Fumikage couldn't disagree with the accusations.

"I was" stammered Fumikage in an effort to recover, "but I would have to give that question some thought before I could answer properly. Possessing a different Quirk is something I haven't ever considered."

For a moment Ashido's eyes illuminated with intrigue before her excitement disappeared once more. "Oh… right. I'd probably go with Momo's so I could just make anything I ever wanted and not have to spend any money anymore. That'd be my choice…j-just in case you wanted to know."

Fumikage acknowledged with a nod, unsure of how to properly respond to such a statement.

Following her conclusion, Ashido's fake smile vanished as she hastily retrieved her drink. The plastic cup soon began to emit a crackling noise; she'd drained the liquid entirely but still continued to draw from it.

Her body language and flustered behaviour suggested she was doing it intentionally, and Fumikage was disappointed for provoking this. Fumikage decided to concentrate on her exclusively from then on; an attitude he should've been operating by when they'd arrived.

The uncomfortable silence and inactivity persisted for several more beats until Ashido, seemingly abandoning the ruse, removed the straw, discarded the empty cup and returned to focusing on him.

"Can I ask you something else?" She asked hesitantly.

"You may."

Fumikage observed with concern as the usually charismatic woman nibbled on her thumb nervously. "Have I…done something to piss you off again?"

Immediately, Fumikage denounced the notion. "No, of course."

"I reckon I might've…" whispered Ashido, unconvinced.

"Why do you believe I'm displeased with you?"

Ashido grimaced, visibly distressed. "I don't know. It feels like…you want nothing to do with me right now. It feels like you're deliberately ignoring me – like you really don't wanna be here. I just know I've done something. I can tell. Was it because I wasn't doing any work today? That's it, isn't it? I'm sorry about that. I really was trying to focus. I just couldn't find the motivation to write."

Fumikage cursed himself internally. How could he have allowed his emotions to become so overwhelming to the point where'd begun to pay more attention to the unfamiliar food court occupants than his classmate and companion? Although it wasn't the truth, Fumikage could understand why his refusal to engage with her in conversation could be misinterpreted a sign of spite.

"See? You're doing it again. You're choosing not to answer me. That's how I know I've disappointed you again. Look, I'm really sorry for whatever it is that I've done that's made you upset with me. I promise that I didn't mean it. If you wanna yell me at again, you should, 'cause whatever I've done is probably something I deserve to be scolded for. I'm not even gonna try to defend myself this time." She closed her eyes despondently. "I just don't want us to go back to the time when you totally hated me. I really don't want us to lose what we have now 'cause of my actions."

Fumikage had hoped to never reflect upon that experience, but it was through his inconsiderate and disrespectful behaviour that he unintentionally reminded them both of it. Like her, he too did not wish for their connection to be threatened; not after all the progress they'd made to become more familiar with one another. The last thing Fumikage wanted was for her to suffer on account of his ineptitude and uncooperativeness.

Fumikage bowed his head apologetically. "Please, forgive me. You have been nothing but hospitable and cordial this afternoon, and I have not been treating you fairly at all. You've invited me to converse and connect, and I have rejected these acts of compassion. I apologise for my insensitivity. I assure you no fault has been committed on your part."

Ashido didn't appear entirely convinced. "Are you sure it isn't because I refused to work earlier? I'm really sorry about that. I was trying to concentrate – I really was – but I just couldn't write anything."

Fumikage shook his head. "There is a reason for my asocial behaviour" he began reluctantly, hoping to avoid divulging any substantial information, "but I'm being honest when I say that you aren't it. The issue does not lie with you rather with me."

"What is it then?" She asked, both cautious and curious. "Is it about the internships again, 'cause if it is I totally get why you don't feel like talking right now. It's a lot take in."

"It's…something entirely unrelated. Something…personal. Something that could potentially reflect really poorly upon me."

"What then? Come on, you tell me" she probed eagerly.

Her ever increasing curiosity and enthusiasm was only making Fumikage even more uncomfortable. As if he hadn't already been committed to withholding the secret from her…

Seemingly noticing his apprehension, Ashido eagerness turned to apologetic desperation. "No, I mean – you don't have to say anything if you don't want to. It's none of my business, actually. I'm not trying to force you or anything; I'm just trying to explain that you can tell me anything. I'm not gonna judge you if it's something embarrassing." Her hopeful smile faltered. "I'm not making things any better, am I? I'll just keep my mouth shut, then."

Perhaps he was overreacting a little. Actually, his insecurity itself directly involved unnecessary overreaction and overthinking. His mother had always encouraged him to be a little more trusting with others when it came to accepting help; maybe this was an instance in which he needed to have a little more faith. The threat of ridicule was still very real considering how easily amused Ashido could be, but after reflecting upon their exchanged earlier – after she'd summoned the courage to share a secret she was personally embarrassed about – enlightening her about his situation only seemed fair. If she could confide in him, he was certain he could also in her.

Though still quite reluctant, Fumikage knew it was the right course of action. She deserved to know the explanation for his reclusive behaviour. "If I tell you" he began seriously, pleading with his eyes, "but can I trust you to refrain from sharing this with anybody? I would very much prefer for this discussion to stay between us."

"You don't really think I'd tell people, do you? You know you can trust with me. Come on, we spent an entire period together just talking about secrets and personal stuff. Whatever happens between us stays between us."

"Thank you. I was…wrong to doubt you. It's just… he hesitated. Discussing his insecurities had always been quite difficult, especially with somebody he still didn't know very well. "What I am about to disclose is something that has plagued me for many years. It's something I'm terribly disappointed in myself for possessing."

Ashido smiled hopefully. "It can't be that bad…"

Fumikage exhaled deeply before answering. "I do not function very well in populated areas" he admitted. "They make me…uncomfortable."

It wasn't comfort, sympathy or even pity that he was treated to rather the very response he didn't wish for: amusement.

"Wait… What?" Asked Ashido, a bewildered grin appearing as the information seemingly registered.

Fumikage averted his gaze in embarrassment. Evidently he'd placed a little too much faith in her to be respectful. "I anticipated such a reaction…"

"No, no! I'm not making fun of you! I'm sorry. That was – I didn't mean to laugh. I'm sorry. I swear I didn't find it funny. It's just – I didn't think that was something that would bother you…"

Fumikage couldn't exactly fault her for deriving initial amusement. It was quite an unconventional fear for him to possess, after all.

"W-what do you mean by 'populated areas, if you don't mind me asking?"

"…Any vicinity that can house a large ensemble of people can evoke these feelings and symptoms."

"What about at school? There are people everywhere and you don't seem too afraid to talk and join in."

The season of teasing and harassment during his early youth had been the time when the campus and schoolyard made Fumikage feel unwelcome, but as he'd matured, he'd since come to adjust and evolve beyond the fear. It still persisted to a degree, but it wasn't nearly as debilitating as it once way.

"Our school and several others venues are exceptions, I've noticed. Considering everybody – including myself – is encouraged to communicate and interact for the purpose of education, the typical symptoms I experience when under stress aren't terribly common. Outside of a learning environment, however…"

"Do you mean like where we are now?" She asked nervously.

Fumikage acknowledged, predicting the direction she might've been heading in.

"Oh God, I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I…I didn't know you felt this way. If I'd known I would never brought us here."

"You're not at fault" reassured Fumikage, shaking his head. "There wasn't any way you could've known. Nobody knows."

Ashido winced with discomfort and unease; a demeanour he imagined probably mirrored his in that moment. "What is it that makes you uncomfortable? I-I actually really wanna know."

Fumikage hesitated before answering. "…I'm aware this will sound ludicrous, but it honestly feels as if there're eyes surrounding me. Studying me. Judging me."

Ashido blinked, staring at him incredousluy. "Well, duh. Of course there are. There're eyes everywhere."

Fumikage sighed with impatience which was accompanied by the young woman's hands coming together apologetically.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop with the jokes. They're not helping. I'm just – I'm trying to make sense of all this. I never thought somebody like you would ever feel scared being around others. I mean, from the way you behave at school – especially when we're training – I get the impression that you aren't really scared of anything."

Events and circumstances he could describe as 'threatening' and 'non-threatening' respectively were certainly disproportionate and inconsistent. Engaging in combat with his classmates never evoked distress or apprehension from him, but engaging them in polite and casual conversation did, however. He actually preferred to confront others on the battlefield rather than in the classroom.

"You'd be surprised at the grip this insecurity has on me in social activities…" he confessed sheepishly, reflecting on some of the humiliating exchanges he'd already shared with his male classmates when he'd attempted to converse with them

"What do you mean?" She smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I'm having a hard time understanding."

"Social interaction isn't an activity I imagine threatens you. Your sincerity and compassion make you an approachable and hospitable person, which is why the connections you've established with our classmates are valued so highly. Your ability to effortlessly connect with others is a quality I only wished I possessed" he exhaled, averting his eyes shyly, "because for somebody like me – somebody who prefers to close the curtains and obstruct himself from the light emitting from others – social interaction and participation doesn't come so naturally."

His affinity for making overly dramatic philosophical observations and descriptions always seemed to be lost on his peers. Fumikage imagined it was one of the factors that perhaps made him difficult to socialise with. He hoped she'd be able to understand what he was implying.

Fumikage observed as hand migrated over her face in fear. Ashido had mentioned listening to Hagakure describe their insecurities was always quite difficult; he hoped he too wasn't making her feel uncomfortable.

"Why do you think people are judging you? Do you think you've done something wrong?"

Not even Fumikage could highlight was it exactly it was that made him so anxious around others, but the threat of potential judgement was most definitely a large, contributing factor. He wanted to participate and involve himself in activities; that much he could conclude. But because of his reputation for being a recluse, he was never absolutely sure if he was truly welcome to join in.

"If I was an outlier observing the situation…" he began hesitantly. "Say I was one of our classmates… Witnessing somebody of my nature and demeanour emerge from the shadows and actually involve themselves would be a most… unusual sight."

Ashido adopted a serious expression. "Do you really think the class thinks that way about you? I sure as hell don't, and I'm pretty sure nobody else does. So you like to keep your distance and watch from the sidelines… So what? It's not like you go out of your way to avoid us or anything. You just like to be alone, y'know, and there's nothing wrong with that. Everybody wants some time to themselves on occasion. You just like your alone time more than others." She winced with uncertainty. "Am I…right, or am I way off? I'm probably wrong, aren't I?"

Fumikage shook his head. "No, that was a…fairly accurate assessment. But as I've established, social activities that take place outside of a working environment are the greatest sources of distress and discomfort. Where we find ourselves now, being an example of a particularly uninviting location to visit."

Ashido scrunched her face in mock bewilderment, motioning to the other denizens currently congregating in the food court. "Why because of all the people here?"

Fumikage nodded sheepishly.

She smiled playfully. "And you think all these people are judging you? All these people who don't even know who you are. Do you really think they care about somebody they've probably never met and have no knowledge of?" Ashido proceeded to speak in other tones and accents, as if she was imitating said citizens. "'Ooh, look at that guy. What's he doing here? I bet he doesn't go outside very often. I reckon he's one of those people who likes to stay inside. Wow, what a loser'."

Fumikage sighed, immensely disappointed with himself. "It's pathetic, I know."

"No, it's not" declared Ashido reassuringly.

Fumikage observed as the young woman pulled her chair in, inching herself closer and presenting a flustered but hopeful smile.

"Look" she began gently, "I can see that this is really important to you, and I'm sorry if you think I'm trying to bring you down. I'm not. I promise. I know this must be pretty serious for you, and I want you to know that I don't see you differently for feeling this way around others. Everybody's afraid of something. But if you want my opinion – and I know that you didn't – I think you might be overthinking things a bit. I get what you were saying about our classmates. They're a group of people you actually know and talk with on almost a daily basis. I know how you feel when you say that you get worried about how the class might see you; it's 'cause we spend so much time together, we've all gotten to know each other pretty well. I totally get that, and it's totally fine for you to feel that way."

Ashido's eyebrows furrowed with concern. "But, like, strangers, too? These people that you're so worried are judging you", she motioned to the food court around them, "these people who probably don't even realise we're here talking about them right now – they have no idea who you are, and you have no idea who they are either. So, like, why should you care what they think? It's not like you're trying to impress them or anything. I mean, do you care about them? Are you watching them?"

"No, I'm not" answered Fumikage meekly.

"You see? If you're not paying attention to them, then what makes you so think they're paying any attention to you?"

Although humiliated to have had his crushing insecurity debunked and invalidated so effortlessly, Fumikage couldn't deny that she was still tremendously astonished by how eloquently she'd managed to describe his attitude and behaviour, as well as expose the logical fallacies and inconsistencies. Hearing somebody summarise the situation in such a manner only served to highlight how unnecessary and misplaced his apprehension was.

Acknowledging her assessment, Fumikage nodded in defeat. "You're right to criticise me. I have been overreacting."

"H-hey, I'm not having a go at you" reassured Ashido. "I swear. I'm just…hoping to help you maybe see that you really don't have anything to be worried about. I mean, who cares what strangers think of you, right? You don't know them, so why should their opinions matter? The people who know you for you really are like your friends and family – they're the only people important enough for you to worry about. Am I making any sense, or have I gone completely off track? I'm probably talking a load of rubbish at this point. Sorry, I'm not too good when it comes to talking with people about their problems…"

That assertion couldn't have been further from the truth considering she'd successfully managed to dismantle the issue that had plagued him for many years when so many others hadn't. Ashido had progressively demonstrated what a remarkable judge of character she was, seemingly able to understand the situation without very much information. He understood why so many of her friends consulted her for support and comfort.

"I disagree. On the contrary, you've supplied with me with the insight I think I've always needed." Fumikage bowed his head in appreciation. "Thank you for your honesty."

"You don't need to thank me" she whispered bashfully. "I haven't done anything. I think deep down you've probably always known that you've been making a big deal out of this; you just needed to hear it from somebody else first. Am I right?"

Fumikage concluded that had most likely been the truth. "You are correct. I suppose I did require some…reaffirmation."

"I do not regret consulting you. I know I've made the right decision to confide in you about this dilemma. After all, I wouldn't expect somebody so confident and secure about their image to ever suffer with social insecurity."

It was only after witnessing Ashido's wounded expression did Fumikage realised what he'd implied. How could he have been so inconsiderate and forgotten that'd suffered with the same insecurity during a period of her life, possibly even more intensely?

"What's that supposed to mean? You don't think I get worried about the way people think of me? I'm the most insecure person I know when it comes to that. Why do you think I'm always making a big deal about how I behave around you? It's 'cause your opinion is important to me. And I kinda like to think that maybe you care about my opinion, too."

"I do" reassured Fumikage. "I value the feedback of all my peers."

Smiling proudly, Ashido nodded in affirmation. "And as long as you keep that in mind, I know you'll be alright."

Although he couldn't say his fear had dissipated entirely, Fumikage couldn't deny that his newfound perspective on the situation would most definitely benefit him for the future. Having been delivered the insight in such an inspiring and encouraging manner, the thought of social interaction suddenly didn't feel that unbearable anymore.

"There is also something else that gives me pause", Fumikage admitted. So long as they were discussing his insecurities, there existed another one closely related that he desired another's perspective on.

"What is it?"

Sighing, Fumikage folded his hands in his lap. "I've always found myself unnecessarily obsessing over the sentiments of my classmates…and whether or not I'm truly welcome in their company."

Ashido titled her head. "Why? Do you think you're not allowed to be around others? I don't have an issue, and I doubt anybody else in the class feels that way. I'd hope nobody feels that way. You're not excluded or anything. You're always welcome to join in." She laughed breathlessly. "I…actually really hope you might think about doing it more often from now on, now that I've gotten to know you a little better and found out how much I enjoy being around you."

"My company doesn't make you…uncomfortable?" Asked Fumikage curiously. "Being seen with me in public doesn't disconcert you?"

With a bemused smile, Ashido shrugged innocuously. "No. Why would it? We're just classmates hanging-out with each other on the weekend? What's wrong with that? Why? Do you think I'm embarrassed by you? Because I'm not. I don't feel that way at all."

"…It's not so much embarrassment that concerns me rather potential intimidation brought upon by my presence."

Ashido smiled nervously. "I mean, yeah, I won't lie - I did feel that way around you at one point. But I really hate myself for feeling that way because I know now that there was never a reason for me to be scared by you. I now know how sweet you really are. There was a time when I when I didn't feel comfortable being 'round you, but I don't feel that way anymore, and probably never will again." She smiled confidently, nodding defiantly. "And 'good riddance' to that feeling, I say."

Fumikage didn't need to be told he wasn't the most approachable person for he knew that fact better than most, which is why it was so encouraging to hear that somebody he'd once intimidated and unsettled had actually come to accept and embrace him.

"I mean, what kind of person would I be if I continued to feel that way about a friend?" Added Ashido with a giggle.

Such a simple expression of endearment was enough to send a thrill down Fumikage's spine. "…You consider me a friend? Truly?"

"Well, yeah. We do spend a lot of time together now. I reckon we've reached that stage by now. Why? Shouldn't I consider you a friend? Do you think it's too early?"

"I'm not a credible source to comment on that..."

Ashido's smile slowly vanished. "So you…don't consider me a friend, is what you're saying?"

Realising what he implied could've been misinterpreted, Fumikage elected to correct himself. "I didn't say that…" he answered desperately.

"I know we still don't know each other very well" interjected Ashido softly, "but even though we've only been hanging out for a few weeks now, I've actually come to really adore our time together. I don't know if you feel this way, but it's how I do." Whimsically, the young woman folded her hands over her chest. "I like being with you. That feeling alone makes you a friend in my books. Do you maybe feel the same about me?"

The concept of friendship had always been a complicated one for Fumikage - somebody who didn't usually pursue connections with others on account of potential embarrassment and rejection. There'd been quite a number of people he became attached to throughout his childhood, but the friends he had made were always repeatedly being replaced with new ones – people that he'd inevitably drift apart from, as well. He couldn't even remember most of their names, it had been so long.

Fumikage had issued himself a challenge when he'd arrived at U.A, and that was to form more lasting and meaningful connections. But the students he found himself associating with like Todoroki and Shoji were people he wasn't entirely sure he'd consider 'friends' – or rather, he wasn't confident they would consider him a friend yet. He hadn't thought to inquire in them about it, and they'd didn't seem too eager to ask him either.

There was one thing Fumikage could infer, however, and that was he did very much enjoy their company. On that principle alone, they were considered friends. And the most recent and relevant addition to his ever increasing circle of trust, Ashido, wasn't an exception.

With embarrassment, Fumikage cleared his throat and answered beneath his breath. "…Possibly."

Ashido's eyes stared at him with feigned disappointment. "'Possibly'? A simple 'yes' or 'no' would've been fine. Maybe I should write 'do you like me?' on a piece of paper and have you tick either 'yes' or 'no'. Would that help?"

"You misunderstand me…"

"I understand what you're trying to say. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." Ashido's mischievous demeanour softened." This is gonna sound really arrogant" she continued hesitantly, "but I can kinda tell that I've grown on you a bit. I mean, you haven't yelled at me in a while, so I must be doing something right." She laughed nervously. "Either you've come to like me or you're just really good at acting, which…is actually pretty likely. I mean, I don't really know if you like me yet, and I wouldn't be surprised if you don't, but I like to think that you might –just a little." Her explanation was accompanied by a gesture with her thumb and index finger to emphasise the measurement.

Fumikage's body stiffened following her confession. Why did all these expressions of sincerity have to be so vexing and complicated for him? Although he hadn't made an effort to tell her before, in spite of his reluctance to Fumikage knew she deserved to know that he reciprocated her appreciation and fondness for their admittedly weak connection. Dark Shadow threatened to share this itself if he didn't. Fumikage knew had to now to avoid a potential embarrassing disaster.

"I do enjoy your company" admitted Fumikage quietly.

Ashido bit her lip. "I knew it" she declared coyly before sighing blissfully and proceeding to fan her face anxiously. "Oh, be still my beating heart…"

Fumikage couldn't tell if her enthusiasm was exaggerated, but the sparkle of amusement in her eyes suggested her overdramatic overreaction was intentional. Still, it was clear to him that that she'd welcomed the news wholesomely, emphasised by her subtle but noticeably reserved body language and genuine beaming grin of joy. It was these observations Fumikage found the most endearing and enchanting. There was something about inspiring delight in her that he was coming to enjoy.

Ashido presented a flustered smile, as if she'd just realised how she'd behaved. With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she shook her head dismissively. "A-anyway, enough of that" she announced. "All this talk about 'friendship' is pretty embarrassing, isn't it? I know talking about these things must be difficult for you, especially after all that other stuff we discussed..."

The return of comfortable silence between them wasn't unwelcome for Fumikage. In fact, the temporary refrain from activity offered him an opportunity to properly reflect on the most recent developments.

Fumikage couldn't have ever expected actually revealing one of his most embarrassing insecurities with somebody. But he couldn't say that he was disappointed that he eventually had. In fact, it felt as if a weight had been removed from his shoulders. It honestly felt so relieving to be able to entrust the information with somebody after suffering with it for so long. He would have to thank her for being so supportive and understanding.

"If you wanted, I could always help you out with your social anxiety."

Fumikage hadn't anticipated such an unusual announcement. Just what had she implied with that? He stared at her curiously, desperate for an explanation.

"I-I know what it's like to feel like you don't belong" began Ashido anxiously, "and listening to you made me think back to when I was a kid. I remember I would spend hours worrying about everything I did at school, scared that I might've done something embarrassing or said something hurtful." She laughed half-heartedly. "Alright, tell a lie… I'm still like that – just not as obsessive anymore. It took me a lot longer than it really should've before I finally got around to feeling confident about myself when I'm with my classmates, and that was an experience I would never ever want anybody to go through. This is why I want to help out in any way I can…because I don't want you to continue thinking that you aren't worthy of participating in class – that you don't belong. I don't want you to ever think again that you don't deserve to have friends."

Such compassion and empathy would've otherwise made Fumikage uneasy, being somebody who'd never been terribly comfortably relying on the help of others. The notion of actually combatting his insecurities would've usually evoked an immediate objection from him, but there was something about Ashido's proposal that was undeniably inviting. Maybe it was because she herself had once experienced social anxiety, or perhaps because she was one of the only people he truly trusted with his secret. Either way, there was something about her offer that captured his attention. Dark Shadow urged for him to inquire, equally curious.

"And…what would you propose I do?" He asked apprehensively.

"Nothing serious" she reassured, her characteristic energy returning. "Like, nothing you wouldn't be comfortable doing. We'll just keep doing what we're doing now. Y'know, talking about it. And once you start feeling a little bit more confident, we might even start inviting other people to join in."

Her proposal sounded reasonable enough; consistent and habitual exposure would ultimately help him develop a tolerance to it and possibly overcome it, in theory. But it was the thought of being tasked to interact in a group that gave Fumikage some reservations.

"We don't have tell anybody about this, though. This can just stay a secret between us. Nobody will know that you'll be practicing speaking with them."

A promise of respect and confidentiality was most definitely relieving to hear. There remained but one last factor he'd liked to confirm, however.

"And will you be present for these exercises?"

Ashido smile warmly. "I can be if you want. Although, I kind of hope by the end of this you'll be able to express yourself around anybody even if I'm not there. But we don't need to think about that now. What we're probably gonna be focusing on is helping you become more familiar with the class. That way, you won't feel nervous around them when you're invited to participate."

Fumikage wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to function without her supervision, although as she highlighted, that was kind of the point of the exercise; to socialise and interact without her presence.

"It's like what my mum always tells me: 'a problem shared is a problem halved', y'know" added Ashido. "The more people you share your problem with, the less stressful it becomes. And every person you come to know a little better is one less person you'll feel uncomfortable being around."

The logic supporting her was sound. She'd most definitely presented a compelling argument. Perhaps this arrangement was something he could find himself agreeing to. Unlike him, she actually sounded like she was going to make an effort to address this outstanding issue. But it was this observation that was ultimately preventing him from consenting. He really didn't wish to burden her with his turmoils.

"I can't ask you to do something like this for me…"

"You don't have to" she answered before nodding confidently, "I want to do this."

Ashido's conviction was truly incredible. She wasn't indebted him at all or motivated by guilt or some sense of obligation; she genuinely wished to support him. He wondered if how he was beginning to feel was anything like how Hagakure often did during her moments of comfort. He felt…special. Touched. Honoured.

"If you truly believe this practice will ultimately benefit me…" answered Fumikage softly, "I'd be doing you a disservice if I didn't try to make an effort."

An appreciative smile spread across Ashido's lips. "I-it's not a change that's gonna happen overnight, as you can probably already guess. But if we just keep at it and don't stop trying, I reckon we can beat this thing." She smirked wryly. "By the time this is all over, you're gonna be an even bigger and louder chatterbox than I am. You're gonna be running your mouth off to everybody and anybody. Mr. Aizawa's gonna start yelling at you for talking during class for a change."

Fumikage acknowledged she was joking, but he didn't intend to use the attainable confidence and security to become disruptive. "Suddenly your proposal doesn't sound quite as enticing anymore…"

His remark was accompanied by a giggle from his partner who promptly covered her mouth to stop her voice from escalating. Like many instances before, he hadn't intended to amuse her. Did she really find him so entertaining? Although he was positive he didn't possess the qualities of a comedian, he couldn't deny that he was coming to appreciate the sound of her laugher.

"You're unexpectedly enthusiastic about this arrangement, if you don't me saying" commented Fumikage, curious to know why she'd become so fascinated with his problem.

Ashido smiled meekly. "Do I sound that way? I don't mean to. I'm not trying to make all of this about me, if that what's you think. It's just…" she shrugged bashfully, "for once, it feels like I might actually be able to do something helpful for a change. I know I'm not somebody you should really be listening to for advice, but this is something I think I might actually be able to help you with…" she studied him with eager eyes, "if you'll let me."

Although a very real, tangible layer of trepidation and reluctance still persisted, it was largely dominated by his desire to engage in the exercise. Fumikage wouldn't have ever summoned the willpower to combat the issue independently, so to have a mentor guide and support him was an opportunity he didn't want to waste. And Fumikage couldn't think of another person he would've preferred than her.

"I trust you… more than I trust myself."

"Don't say things like that" pleaded Ashido. "It's not like you're in serious need of a change in attitude like me; this is just something little that can be worked on." She smiled confidently. "You've already made a lot of progress today…" Ashido removed a loose strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear, presenting a gentle smile. "…Because if you can talk with me, you can talk with anybody."

Once again, Fumikage immediately felt compelled to object to the remark, but was abruptly reminded that she'd be speaking in jest after witnessing another whimsical wink – one that made a little more flustered than it really should have. She'd undeniably been exaggerating, but Fumikage still understood exactly what she'd been insinuating.

Her compassion and devotion would not go unrecognised. Fumikage would make sure to repay her for her services – somehow. But for the time being, the best he could offer was his appreciation. "Thank you for this opportunity, Ashido."

A small smile crept across her face. "It's Mina" she corrected softly. "We're not at school right now. You don't have to call me by surname. You can call me by first name, if you want."

Her innocuous offer excited Fumikage more than it should have. The discovery that their connection had possibly evolved to the stage where she felt comfortable addressing each other by their real names was inspiring to hear. Breaking from classroom etiquette would feel unfamiliar at first, but if she permitted him to address her by her real name, he'd happily oblige.

Fumikage acknowledged her proposal with a weak smile of his own. "Very well, then…Mina."