"Hey! Hey! Look! Look at this! Break-dancin'!" Merrily, Mina gushes as she performs some small moves for the class as everyone walks in a crowd forming around the giddy girl.
"Come to think of it dancing was a hobby of hers…" Aoyama remarks.
"If you're gonna wear something under it at least take the skirt off!" Mad, Mineta yells.
"So Ashido's psychical poweress is derived from her dancing hobby. How do I put this…? It's like everything she does she putters her whole body into it." Intensely, Midoriya makes note of.
"I won't forget my cape being burned away during our first combat session together…" Bitterly, Aoyama grumbles.
"I kinda wanna try too…" Midoriya mutters watching on.
"Ask her to teach ya!" Denki tells him.
"You got it, my dude! Let's break it down!" Mina poses trying to show some moves but…
"I, err…I'll do my best!" Both boys attempt to do so, Aoyama doing some strange ballet while Midoriya is trying to do a robot.
"Look at them go…" Sayako sighs feeling her body crawl shudder at the sad sight.
"The same can be said for Satou's sweets but it sure is ice to have a hobby that can be put to immediate use as a hero! That kinda thing really makes you strong speaking of hobbies Jiro's got a pressy amazing one too!" Beaming, Kaminari turns to Jiro.
"What!? Come on cut it out!" Blushing, Jiro snaps scowling at him.
"He isn't wrong." Fairly, Sayako throws in.
"Sayako!" Blushing, Jiro whines at the blonde.
"Yeah I mean your room was full blown instrument shop that goes beyond the level of a hobby!" Unapologetic, Denki adds.
"J-Just stop talking about it would you? Can't we just forget about the whole room king thing!?" Embarrassed, Jiro argues anxiously.
"Really though you're like a pro musician I gotta say it's super c-" Denki begins before being swiftly silenced by a familiar jack about to stab him swiftly silencing him.
"I'm serious!" Sternly, she snaps.
"Jiro…" Sayako sighs at her friend making her way to her desk.
"But why…?" Lost, Denki turns to the firm frown of Sayako looking worriedly at her friend while Momo meekly smiles at the questions seeing said girl sit down, just as the others perk up at the swift slide of the door alarming everyone as they all rush to their respective seat.
"It's coming…the school festival." Aizawa announces to the class.
"Normal school stuff!" Smiling, the class cheer as Sayako simply stares at her little notepad doodling in the spare spaces, doodling simply spheres, circles to her hearts content.
"Awesome!" Loudly, her class cheer as she winces from their loudness.
"We got to think of something cool to do!" Denki reasons but…
"Hold on Mr Aizawa are you sure this is okay?! Villains are still out there." Worriedly, Kirishima shoots out from his chair concerned conflicted even.
"A reasonable opinion but lest you forget U.A is more than just the hero department. If the sports festival is the hero department's time to shine then the cultural festival is where other departments really stand out. While it's true that it's not nearly as big of an spectacle it's an event that they really look forward to. And given the current state of things with the introduction of the dorms there are a lot of people who have been feeling stressed since everything resolved around the hero department." Dutifully, Aizawa reminds them as Sayako flinches from his words feeling her throat tighten tense up at the thought as she eyes her prosthetic.
"Thinking about it that way…I feel pretty bad now." Kirishima slowly sinks back down.
"Yes in the situation it isn't really fair to expect them to just act with restraint. This year unlike in years past, we'll be putting on the culture festival exclusively within the school community with the exception of a few other related parties." Aizawa adds salt into the wound making Sayako bite her lip looking at her prosthetic, thinking back towards a certain lilac haired boy making her chest ache at the thought of him.
"I know I said that you all aren't the stars of the show this time around but each class has to do something so today we'll be deciding what to showcase as a class." Smiling, Momo announces as she and Iida stand before them as Aizawa slumps against the wall returning to his cocoon state, making Sayako's hues narrow envious at his ability to sleep so soundly so easily as she continues doodling circles.
"Then without further ado your own class president Tenya Iida will take the helm! I'll do my utmost best to ensure everyone's ideas are accounted for! First of all let's pull a list together if anyone has a suggestion raise your hand!" Happily, Iida slams the paper down on the desk.
"ME! ME! ME! ME! ME!" Eagerly, the hands raise up to the high heavens.
"Guh…! What an overwhelmingly fast response…! But I will not be daunted I'll collect everyone's idea! Kaminari!" Iida turns to the blonde.
"Let's do a maid café!" Cheerily, Kaminari answers as Sayako scoffs already imagining the poor girls in their maid suits, sure she could see her wear a butler outfit, she didn't mind the idea if the suit was right but she doubted anything girly would suit herself after that…
"Ida cleaning!? I see so community service! Not bad!" Innocently, Ida assumes as Sayako sweat drops at his innocence.
"That's weak Kaminari!" Mad, Mineta jumps up on his seat.
"Mineta!" Iida turns to him.
"Bo-" Mineta begins before the sharp snap of Sayako's fingertips firmly hold the dangling grape byo by the wall whimpering weakly as he is hung from the ceiling, swaying from left to right.
"Uraraka!" Ida turns to the girl.
"A Toy story!" Smiling, she offers.
"How about a crepe stand?" Sato proposes.
"Take out nice!" Merrily, Momo clasps her hands together.
"A haunted house!" Tooru exclaims.
"An arm wrestling tournament!" Kirishima grins giddily at the thought.
"A culture festival of darkness." Solemnly, Tokoyami answers arms crossed as Sayako furrows her brow.
"Isn't that the same as a haunted house?" Confused, Sayako argues.
"Of course not." Scoffing, Tokoyami shakes his head almost offended at the comparison.
"No it's more dark and broody." Smirking, Sayako returns to her doodle, a coy smirk upon her lips at Tokoyami's playful glare sent her way.
"…A petting zoo…" Shyly, Koda suggests.
"A petting zoo!" Momo smiles putting it down on the board.
"Dancing!" Mina squeals smiling.
"That would be quite the show!" Iida nods his head in approval.
"My sparkling show!" Aoyama winks but no one notices.
"…?" Quietly, Kaminari turns to Jiro seeing said girl's still silence.
"A skit or something?" Shyly, Jiro sighs.
"Not bad! Sayako do you have anything?" Iida asks only to falter from the quiet shake of her head about to press for more but…
"Alright looks like we collected everyone's suggestions. I'll take the liberty of elimination those suggestions that are not school appropriate or simple impossible to implement." Momo smiles softly at her friend's furrowed frown focusing firmly on the doodle below, knowing that look well as she rubs off the suggestions such as boobs.
"Merciless…" Tokoyami sighs seeing his culture of darkness being erased.
"Why bother asking us then?" Bakugo grumbles glaring at the board.
"Why bother asking for a deathmatch?" Drained, Sayako sighs turning to furrow her brow at Katsuki.
"To prove who's number one!" Katsuki yells swiftly slamming his hand down on the desk.
"…Riiight." Bored, she draws out.
"Hey who put local history research project boooooring!" Kaminari points out.
"Don't care either the others sound fun and we do study parties all the time!" Sero throws in.
"I just wanted to be useful…I couldn't help myself…" Meekly, Momo bows her head.
"I cannot oppose the will of the class!" Pained, Tenya slams his fist on the podium.
"Why don't we combine all the food ones together?" Asui points out.
"I don't know if soba and crepes go together…" Shoto sighs.
"I'm telling ya we can't have oriental crepes!" Cross, Sato snaps.
"We should do the haunted house!" Tooru exclaims.
"Quiet class!" Tenya tries to calm them down but…
"It appears we weren't able to come to a consensus…" Sadly, Momo exclaims as Aizawa arises from his slept state.
"Well that was quite the unproductive meeting make your decision by tomorrow morning. If you still hadn't decided by then…it'll be a public lecture got it!?" Aizawa grumbles folding up the sleeping bag before leaving his class to their own devices…
"So you're telling me Bombarda fired you." Bluntly, Sayako shoves her hands into her pockets as she, Jiro and Momo stand around the hallway of the school, the trio talking conversing amongst themselves as they talk of their internships of sorts.
"I wouldn't say that it was more like she clearly had a lot going on and leaving me with Soundspark wasn't the best idea." Jiro grimaces glancing to the side.
"Do you regret it?" Momo asks curiosity clear on her face.
"No. To be honest I actually learned a lot from him, like the capabilities of my quirk, I think there's a new move I can try thanks to his teachings." Truthfully, Jiro confesses to the two taking them aback.
"Huh at least it wasn't a complete waste of time." Merrily, Momo offers optimistically.
"Yeah you're not wrong there." Sayako nods her head at that.
"I'm just glad you found someone to work under even if your time was brief." Momo smiles softly at her friend.
"Yeah it really was lucky that we spoke to her a while back or at the least I think so." Jiro sighs scratching the back of her neck.
"Still I wonder how things will go on our end…" Sayako ponders out loud.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Firmly, Momo reasons.
"Yeah from what I've gathered I'm going to be trained by firefly first." Casually, Sayako reveals.
"Firefly huh…heads up on her." Jiro remarks twirling her jack earlobe.
"What do you mean?" Mystified, Sayako arches a brow befuddled.
"She seems nice but she can sort of be a nag." Jiro confesses.
"Right…by the way how has that ginger tea been working for you?" Curious, Sayako asks her.
"Ah yes we were wondering about that the other day we have alternative tea options if ginger isn't working…" Momo begins as the two share a look, the two were sort of the tea experts in the class, ginger was known to help with the throat…
"No it's fine thanks for the help guys…" Sheepishly, Jiro smiles shyly at her faints, a faint feverish hue to her crimson cheeks touched by her friend's concern.
"Wee." Surprised, the group of girls jolt up at the voice as next Sayako knew something was shoved into her mouth.
"Argh! Aoyama the hell!?" Scowling, she scowls glaring at the boy before faltering, her hues widening after accidently chewing down on it, feeling nothing but dread. Her heavy heart drops from the sickly sensation flowing through her feeling her throat tighten, tense up even…
"Sayako?" Concerned, Jiro calls out to her both she and Momo sharing a look lost to the sudden stark switch of her skin tone now as white as a sheet.
"Did you like it?" Smiling, Aoyama poses for the girls but…
"Aoyama…" Gravely, Sayako bows her head heaving.
"Hmm?" Astonished, Aoyama hums turns to her.
"What did you just make me eat?" Scared, Sayako asks as she dry heaves taking the others aback at the sudden rash shyly slipping through as she holds her neck panicked.
"Some lovely cheese why do you…?" Aoyama begins before gasping as he is pushed to the side as she dives towards the bin behind him.
"Jiro." Momo turns to the girl.
"Right!" Jiro grabs the bin nearby dragging it over for Sayako as next the group knew…
"Did I do something wrong?" Alarmed, Aoyama gawks gaping at Sayako spewing out her insides as a fair few outsides watch on some sneering.
"Another drama queen from class A…" Annoyed, a familiar female pops up from general studies sneers scowling at the blonde.
"She's lactose intolerant idiot!" Irritated, Jiro snaps sharply scowling at the girl, glaring at her. She and the general studies student by her side flees frightened from the sharp scowl of Jiro as Momo tends to her friend's heaving side softly rubbing her back as Aoyama flees frightened from them…
"Hey Mineta take a look at this!" Denki takes out his phone as he leans against his desk once class is over Mineta is opposite him as Jiro passes a shaken Sayako some water within a bottle.
"Is it X rated?" Hopeful, Mineta asks earning a firm frown from both Jiro and Sayako.
"You think Denki could get access to something X rated with the school's internet?" Scoffing, Sayako shakes her head at him.
"When you put your heart to it nothing can stop you!" Mineta declares determined.
"Riiight…" Sayako draws out rolling her eyes.
"Well it's suitable for children mount lady and Edgeshot have teamed up, Kamui woods has been joining them too." Kirishima shows said picture of the two smaller heroes being held in the separate palm of mount lady.
"Mount lady so big…so hot." Mineta whispers saliva sliding down his mouth.
"I heard she and Kamui woods are dating." Sayako remarks brow furrowing from the rumours.
"I heard they're going by the name of team lurkers I heard it mentioned in the news earlier." Jiro throws in.
"There sure are a bunch of heroes teaming up these days you know what I heard, I heard Bombarda's taking a break from her podcast…" Denki furrows his brow at the thought. Sure Bombarda would take break now and again but for them all to put the channel on break, something big must have happened…
"Yeah same say its due to some killer injury she got during her last fight." Frowning, Jiro throws in, her brow furrowed at the thought, it felt like just the other day Bombarda had saved her from that close call…
"I heard Fatgum was super worried about her." Haughtily, Denki points out smirking slightly.
"You're really going to go over this again?" Sighing, Sayako furrows her brow at him, he always loved gossiping about the heroes especially the love life of Bombarda it seemed to be his, Mina and Tooru's favourite pastime or well until Bakugo would blast at them, swiftly shutting them up.
"Come on Jiro you were at her agency for a bit give us the deets!" Desperate, Denki whines he himself had gotten into the war with Mina being on team Fatgum and Tooru team Hawks he himself had no clue, conflicted over both pairings remember the popularity polls well…
"There aren't any deets." Drained, Jiro sighs.
"What do you mean?" Mineta raises a brow.
"She isn't dating anyone." Annoyed, Jiro deadpans.
"What? No way she and Fatgum always hang out!" Denki whines weakly.
"Come on Denki do you think something with a smoking hot bod like Bombarda would go out with that fatso?" Mineta scoffs shaking his head at the thought.
"Oi Mineta! That guy is still a hero show him some respect…" Tiredly, Sayako sighs.
"Ooh once we're pros we should do team-ups too! Here's an idea you can make me float and we can make acid rain." Merrily, Mina gushes beaming brightly holding her case with her costume number on it beaming brightly at the thought.
"Sounds intense…" Ochako says surprised.
"Oh hey Sero can use his tape to fly me around!" Animatedly, Mina turns to Sero.
"Eh what are you talking about?" Sero furrows his brow at Mina.
"Koda and Jiro will be the scouts ooh ooh we'll be called team rainy day!" Merrily, Mina gushes beaming brightly at the thought.
"Woohoo…" Tiredly, Jiro cheers raising her fist.
"What about us?" Hurt, Denki and Mineta stare stunned at the perky pinkette.
"Don't need you." Bluntly, Mina deadpans oblivious to the dejected others watching on…
"You can't just work at quirks when teaming up you have to chose people you get along with two." Meekly, Momo whimpers weakly looking hurt even as she, Sayako and Tooru stand next to one another as they hold their own respective costume suitcases.
"There, there Momo you'll be picked someday." Sayako softly pats Momo's back.
"You weren't picked either you know!" Tooru huffs.
"You think I wanna deal with them? Please!" Sayako scoffs shaking her head at the thought.
"We can hear you, you know!" Mad, Mina grumbles glaring playfully at other group of girls.
"Yep and I doubt your acid rain attack will last long if you consider as well the damage to the people and area around the finical damages won't be the best for your agencies also I doubt Sero's tape could last with your acid." Bluntly, Sayako deadpans pointing it out to the other group.
"Meaan…" Mina puffs her cheeks out huffing.
"Everyone should be moving towards the guy everyone get into your costumes!" Tenya calls out as everyone complies going to get changed.
Focused, Sayako grits grinds her teeth together as she is flung forward from the sudden swerve of her thread, said thread swiftly sapping alarming her as she staggers back or is well thrown back. She swiftly slams her hand down upon the gritty gravel cemented floor below, using her prosthetic to do so, seeing some shy sparks spew out of it but she manages to regain some sense of stability.
"You alright Sayako?" Aizawa calls out to the girl shakily standing holding her wrist.
"Fine…" Frowning, she glares, glowers down at her prosthetic unaware of the blonde by her side until…
"I'm sorry…" Aoyama bows his head unable to even look at her.
"Aoyama?" Astonished, Sayako does a double take by his words. Why was he just sitting there? Didn't Midoriya take him to the nurses office?
"Your arm…" Aoyama begins brow furrowed.
"What about it?" Sayako tenses up briefly brow furrowed.
"Are you getting the hang of it?" Aoyama holds his stomach squirming slightly.
"…I think I'm getting somewhere." Shyly, Sayako considers calmly crossing her arms over her chest.
"That…that's good." Aoyama whispers weakly.
"Yeah, during one of my training sessions with Firefly, Bombarda came by and said I should get a dungbell try to bring more muscle to my upper shoulder, says it would help the balance more…" Sayako explains to Aoyama.
"Interesting are you enjoying it?" Aoyama quirks his head to the side.
"Well yeah, no one's there it's just one on one which helps a lot, not so many distractions…do you smell sugar?" Sayako asks Aoyama.
"…I did not know sugar has a smell…" Surprised, Aoyama points out.
"Oh it does then again apparently I have heightened senses like if there's pulp in my orange or apple juice. I immediately dry heave the same with grit in my meat…my throat just shuts up like nope, nope, nope…" Sayako sighs softly placing her hand on her hip.
"Have you…mind me for asking have you had your medicine today?" Tentatively, Aoyama asks her.
"Um…I think so? Ugh…I did wake up late urgh may have to check the box thingy." Sayako quirks her head to the side scowling.
"Hmm…I apologise for the cheese if I had known…" Aoyama begins but…
"Oh that, you going to explain the cheese thing?" Sayako asks swiftly cutting Aoyama off.
"You and me we are alike in some ways, both of us needing objects for our quirks to be of use…" Aoyoma gestures to his belt solemnly.
"Huh didn't notice that before…" Sayako mutters eyeing it.
"But unlike you my body doesn't work well with my quirk causing my stomach aches…still I'm sorry." Aoyama apologies astonishing her.
"Dude let the cheese thing go it's fine." Smirking, Sayako waves him off.
"No for the camp." Aoyama exclaims.
"The camp?" Confused, Sayako furrows her brow befuddled.
"I did nothing while…" Aoyama begins as Sayako scowls.
"Oh for…what could you have done Aoyama?" Tiredly, Sayako sighs slumping her shoulders.
"…" Silently, Aoyama stares softly down at the ground below.
"That's right. Nothing. So stop beating yourself over it no one could have done anything." Aloofly, Sayako waves him off.
"B-But your arm…!" Anxiously, Aoyama tries to argue anxiously but…
"My arm was lost the moment that guy stuck his fangs into me. It isn't your fault Aoyama so stop beating yourself over it okay?" Sayako sighs at Aoyama.
"…Okay." Aoyama smiles strained bowing his head watching her walk off, returning to her training, talking to Aizawa as she adjusts her gauntlet before continuing to train unaware of Aoyama's struggle from within. His fists quiver, quake watching her train, watching her recuperate, watching her recover back to her new state of normal.
"Hey! Hey! Look! Look at this! Break-dancin'!" Merrily, Mina gushes as she performs some small moves for the class as everyone walks in a crowd forming around the giddy girl.
"Come to think of it dancing was a hobby of hers…" Aoyama remarks.
"If you're gonna wear something under it at least take the skirt off!" Mad, Mineta yells.
"So Ashido's psychical poweress is derived from her dancing hobby. How do I put this…? It's like everything she does she putters her whole body into it." Intensely, Midoriya makes note of.
"I won't forget my cape being burned away during our first combat session together…" Bitterly, Aoyama grumbles.
"I kinda wanna try too…" Midoriya mutters watching on.
"Ask her to teach ya!" Denki tells him.
"You got it, my dude! Let's break it down!" Mina poses trying to show some moves but…
"I, err…I'll do my best!" Both boys attempt to do so, Aoyama doing some strange ballet while Midoriya is trying to do a robot.
"Look at them go…" Sayako sighs feeling her body crawl shudder at the sad sight.
"The same can be said for Satou's sweets but it sure is ice to have a hobby that can be put to immediate use as a hero! That kinda thing really makes you strong speaking of hobbies Jiro's got a pressy amazing one too!" Beaming, Kaminari turns to Jiro.
"What!? Come on cut it out!" Blushing, Jiro snaps scowling at him.
"He isn't wrong." Fairly, Sayako throws in.
"Sayako!" Blushing, Jiro whines at the blonde.
"Yeah I mean your room was full blown instrument shop that goes beyond the level of a hobby!" Unapologetic, Denki adds.
"J-Just stop talking about it would you? Can't we just forget about the whole room king thing!?" Embarrassed, Jiro argues anxiously.
"Really though you're like a pro musician I gotta say it's super c-" Denki begins before being swiftly silenced by a familiar jack about to stab him swiftly silencing him.
"I'm serious!" Sternly, she snaps.
"Jiro…" Sayako sighs at her friend making her way to her desk.
"But why…?" Lost, Denki turns to the firm frown of Sayako looking worriedly at her friend while Momo meekly smiles at the questions seeing said girl sit down, just as the others perk up at the swift slide of the door alarming everyone as they all rush to their respective seat.
"It's coming…the school festival." Aizawa announces to the class.
"Normal school stuff!" Smiling, the class cheer as Sayako simply stares at her little notepad doodling in the spare spaces, doodling simply spheres, circles to her hearts content.
"Awesome!" Loudly, her class cheer as she winces from their loudness.
"We got to think of something cool to do!" Denki reasons but…
"Hold on Mr Aizawa are you sure this is okay?! Villains are still out there." Worriedly, Kirishima shoots out from his chair concerned conflicted even.
"A reasonable opinion but lest you forget U.A is more than just the hero department. If the sports festival is the hero department's time to shine then the cultural festival is where other departments really stand out. While it's true that it's not nearly as big of an spectacle it's an event that they really look forward to. And given the current state of things with the introduction of the dorms there are a lot of people who have been feeling stressed since everything resolved around the hero department." Dutifully, Aizawa reminds them as Sayako flinches from his words feeling her throat tighten tense up at the thought as she eyes her prosthetic.
"Thinking about it that way…I feel pretty bad now." Kirishima slowly sinks back down.
"Yes in the situation it isn't really fair to expect them to just act with restraint. This year unlike in years past, we'll be putting on the culture festival exclusively within the school community with the exception of a few other related parties." Aizawa adds salt into the wound making Sayako bite her lip looking at her prosthetic, thinking back towards a certain lilac-haired boy making her chest ache at the thought of him.
"I know I said that you all aren't the stars of the show this time around but each class has to do something so today we'll be deciding what to showcase as a class." Smiling, Momo announces as she and Iida stand before them as Aizawa slumps against the wall returning to his cocoon state, making Sayako's hues narrow envious at his ability to sleep so soundly so easily as she continues doodling circles.
"Then without further ado your own class president Tenya Iida will take the helm! I'll do my utmost best to ensure everyone's ideas are accounted for! First of all let's pull a list together if anyone has a suggestion raise your hand!" Happily, Iida slams the paper down on the desk.
"ME! ME! ME! ME! ME!" Eagerly, the hands raise up to the high heavens.
"Guh…! What an overwhelmingly fast response…! But I will not be daunted I'll collect everyone's idea! Kaminari!" Iida turns to the blonde.
"Let's do a maid café!" Cheerily, Kaminari answers as Sayako scoffs already imagining the poor girls in their maid suits, sure she could see her wear a butler outfit, she didn't mind the idea if the suit was right but she doubted anything girly would suit herself after that…
"Cleaning!? I see so community service! Not bad!" Innocently, Ida assumes as Sayako sweat drops at his innocence.
"That's weak Kaminari!" Mad, Mineta jumps up on his seat.
"Mineta!" Iida turns to him.
"Bo-" Mineta begins before the sharp snap of Sayako's fingertips firmly hold the dangling grape byo by the wall whimpering weakly as he is hung from the ceiling, swaying from left to right.
"Uraraka!" Ida turns to the girl.
"A Toy store!" Smiling, she offers.
"How about a crepe stand?" Sato proposes.
"Take out nice!" Merrily, Momo clasps her hands together.
"A haunted house!" Tooru exclaims.
"An arm wrestling tournament!" Kirishima grins giddily at the thought.
"A culture festival of darkness." Solemnly, Tokoyami answers arms crossed as Sayako furrows her brow.
"Isn't that the same as a haunted house?" Confused, Sayako argues.
"Of course not." Scoffing, Tokoyami shakes his head almost offended at the comparison.
"No it's more dark and broody." Smirking, Sayako returns to her doodle, a coy smirk upon her lips at Tokoyami's playful glare sent her way.
"…A petting zoo…" Shyly, Koda suggests.
"A petting zoo!" Momo smiles putting it down on the board.
"Dancing!" Mina squeals smiling.
"That would be quite the show!" Iida nods his head in approval.
"My sparkling show!" Aoyama winks but no one notices.
"…?" Quietly, Kaminari turns to Jiro seeing said girl's still silence.
"A skit or something?" Shyly, Jiro sighs.
"Not bad! Sayako do you have anything?" Iida asks only to falter from the quiet shake of her head about to press for more but…
"Alright looks like we collected everyone's suggestions. I'll take the liberty of eliminating those suggestions that are not school appropriate or simply impossible to implement." Momo smiles softly at her friend's furrowed frown focusing firmly on the doodle below, knowing that look well as she rubs off the suggestions such as boobs.
"Merciless…" Tokoyami sighs seeing his culture of darkness being erased.
"Why bother asking us then?" Bakugo grumbles glaring at the board.
"Why bother asking for a deathmatch?" Drained, Sayako sighs turning to furrow her brow at Katsuki.
"To prove who's number one!" Katsuki yells swiftly slamming his hand down on the desk.
"…Riiight." Bored, she draws out.
"Hey who put local history research project boooooring!" Kaminari points out.
"Don't care either the others sound fun and we do study parties all the time!" Sero throws in.
"I just wanted to be useful…i couldn't help myself…" Meekly, Momo bows her head.
"I cannot oppose the will of the class!" Pained, Tenya slams his fist on the podium.
"Why don't we combine all the food ones together?" Asui points out.
"I don't know if soba and crepes go together…" Shoto sighs.
"I'm telling ya we can't have oriental crepes!" Cross, Sato snaps.
"We should do the haunted house!" Tooru exclaims.
"Quiet class!" Tenya tries to calm them down but…
"It appears we weren't able to come to a consensus…" Sadly, Momo exclaims as Aizawa arises from his sleeping state.
"Well that was quite the unproductive meeting make your decision by tomorrow morning. If you still hadn't decided by then…it'll be a public lecture got it!?" Aizawa grumbles folding up the sleeping bag before leaving his class to their own devices…
Quietly, Sayako stands before the agency, her brow furrowed feeling her body tense up as she stands before it. Class had ended and she had done her revision and homework so here she stood ready for whatever would be thrown her way…this was the agency of Bombarda, Bombarda. She couldn't...she still couldn't believe this was happening, she would be standing at the Bombarda agency. She may not have the best opinion of heroes. However, she had to admit, Bombarda was an exception. She always liked how blunt she was plus her videos were hilarious.
She closes her eyes, composing herself here she would take her first step towards her idol hero's workplace, the place she had built up, here she would learn what it meant to be a hero…
"If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?" Surprised, Sayako jolts up at the voice, her hues widening when seeing the lilac-haired male adjusting his slick smooth shades as he asks the woman with black hair with faint accents of green matching her hues narrowing at the man above her.
"How am I supposed to know?" Scowling, she demands from him as she waits for the treat to drop.
"You say, as if we don't use you as a source of knowledge of the occult…" Scoffing, the lilac-haired male shoves his hands into his dark purple leather jacket with a lighter shade of purple accented below and slick silver studs on them matching the slick studs in his ears.
Sighing, Haneul bows her head, her head gently touching the vending machine feeling the cool smooth slick surface of the machine video, needing a moment to compose herself. She wears black leggings with black boots with accents of green matching the wrapped up flannel around her waist with a tight black sleeveless turtleneck exposing her arms bare to the world with gauntlets of black and green bangle like rings around her wrist.
"You wouldn't be trapped." Tiredly, she turns to him, her fingerless black gloves gently tapping on her arm.
"Um…excuse me." Meekly, Sayako calls out as the two turn to Sayako, their hues widening when seeing her gasping as Kane accidentally stumbles forward furrowing his brow by his hand firmly planting on the window startling Haneul as she is soon pinned against the vending machine misfitting everyone…
"Uh…" Kane blurts out.
"Uh…" Sayako copies confused not quite sure what to really say as next thing she knew, Kane was screaming, screeching, shouting to the high heavens as he is thrown forward flung from the great file thrown his way pushing him away towards a group piled around the water cooler. Unapologetic, the group round said cooler separate, dispersing away. Kane comes crashing into the water cooler as the unapologetic people peacefully sip their drink, not even batting an eye to it.
"I…I…Y-You must be Sayako right? The…" Haneul smiles smoothly, brushing her hand through her long rave locks, tousling her dishevelled hair tossing it to the side as she smiles shyly at Sayako.
"Oh the kid who lost her arm!" Animatedly, Kane beams brightly pointing at Sayako.
"…" Silently, Sayako states.
"…" Silently, Haneul stares.
"Too soon?" Soaked, said male groans, water drips down his soggy state, water droplets descend down from his slumped state, waving his arms out, staining the floor below. He smiles sheepishly shyly at his group of fellow employees some giving him a small smile, some acknowledging him some rushing back over to work.
"You idiot! The hell are you thinking saying that!? Do you even think!? Do you even-" Enraged, Haneul turns sharply snarling seething as a small snow-white cloud hovers above Haneul soon shifting pitch black, lightning crackles leaping from one bit of cloud to the next space of it. She swishes it over to the already soak Kane crying out as he is swiftly strikes, zapped by the sharp strike of electricity from above, helplessly trying to flee from the harsh hail now descending down from the cloud chasing after the mess. Mystifed, Sayako stares seeing a fair few not even bat an eye to the chaos playing out before her eyes, seeing some record it while others simply roll their eyes going about their day.
"Um it's okay." Meekly, Sayako calls out to the two surprising them taking them aback as they both turn to her, Kae swiftly slips on the puddle formed below as he falls flat to the ground.
"My nose!" Muffled, Kane cries out to the high heaves horrified at the thought of his face being damaged. The hail continues pouring practically staving into his back as he is practically buried by the precise pellets of snow.
"Huh?" Haneul and Kane both chorus confused, turning to the girl simply staring not quite sure what to say.
"I said it's okay." Sayako reappears resolute, firmly, furrowing her brow, a small, strained smile upon her lips looking from side to side seeing a fair few eyes on her seeing groups of adults huddling up conversing feeling a fair few eyes on her as Sayako squirms, stumbling from side to side a bit.
"It is?" Haneul steps forward furrowing her brow befuddled.
"Um yeah…" Sayako shrugs glancing to the side.
"See." Smiling, Kane perks up ignoring the pellets that come crashing down on him as he smiles strained despite the painful pellets below.
"Oh thank goodness…still apologies about Bombarda not being able to come see you she's still in hospital recovering." Smiling, Haneul tries to be polite smiling softly at the blonde before her.
"It's all right…I'm just grateful for your help." Honestly, Sayako confesses, grateful for their aid in this pit of helplessness she feels hating it, she wanted out, she wanted to crawl out of it no matter what.
"Of course let's begin shall we?" Smiling, Haneul gestures to the direction of the training centre.
"Yeah let's…" Sayako smiles shyly following after her as they leave, heading off to train…
Casually, Sayako slouches on the sofa staring up at the switch in her hand, going around the world where her player continuously rolls as she curses glaring, glowering at the glaciers thrown her way while she continues throwing punches after punches of some sort of cocoon, cursing under her breath bitterly by the meter slowly but surely shrinking…
"Why not do a concert?" Calmly, Sayako offers as everyone converses confused having no real clue what to do considering lunch rushes food would be far better than there's taking out the food ideas. Mina whines about the dance party as something seemingly clicks in Sayako's head.
"A concert?" Momo perks up at her friend all eyes falling onto the girl draped over the sofa staring up, poking her tongue out at the game before her.
"Yeah Mina was talking about dancing this morning remember?" Sayako points out.
"We've been over this, haven't we? There's nothing more stressful than watching a bunch of amateurs make fools of themselves on stage!" Sero panics perturbed.
"I can teach everyone!" Merrily, Mina joins in.
"Not to mention you got Momo who can play piano and Jiro who's a master of anything music could help. Hell Toko didn't you mention you could play bass?" Grumbling, Sayako huffs. She suddenly lunges forward firmly focusing on the game at hand, red seeping around the screen alongside black as said screen turns black before she turns towards the group huffing.
"Wait how do you know that?" Tokoyami says surprised.
"You told me." Sayako shrugs.
"And you remembered?" Tokoyami exclaims impressed.
"I tend to remember the most useless of shit for example Levi Strauss, the creator of the famous brand Levi's, never wore a pair of his own jeans. He was a wealthy businessman and jeans were made for the poorer people." Lazily, Sayako plops herself back down on the sofa, taking the offer to continue the fight furrowing her brow by the boss battle before her taking out her typholosion.
"…Wow you're not wrong that is useless." Impressed, Mina remarks.
"Exactly." Sayako smirks.
"Yeah we'll put on a live performance with Jiro's instruments!" Denki exclaims.
"Hold on!" Jiro furrows her brow.
"Why!? You're great at playing and performing and you always look like you're having fun whenever you play!" Tooru argues.
"But I mean…Ashido and everyone else too…you guys all have amazing hobbies that are actually useful to you as heroes you know? But as for me it really is nothing but a hobby…and honestly its not something that I like bragging about to others." Shyly, Jiro fidgets from the idea nervously.
"Is that why you were actin' all weird this afternoon? Jiro being able to play all those instruments like that is super cool!" Denki recalls.
"Jiro! Your music is something that could put smiles on lots of people's faces! So of course, it's useful! It's a perfect hobby for a hero to have!" Koda confesses shyly to Jiro.
"Now you've both made your points but…" Momo tries to step forward but….
"What would Soundspark say Jiro?" Sayako throws in.
"Sayako!" Momo turns to furrow her brow at her, she knew how much Jiro looked up to that hero.
"Urgh…you planned this didn't you?" Jiro huffs glaring playfully at the smirking Sayako standing up, showing off the far too big loose purple shirt with faint lilac lines across it.
"Don't know what you're talking about…" Amused, Sayako winks at the grumbling girl messing with her hair.
"Urgh after being told all that if I were to still refuse it wouldn't be rockin' at all would it?" Blushing the girl gives in.
"W-Well you can help too you played piano too!" Huffing, Momo argues anxious at the thought of said concert.
"I did." Straight faced, Sayako shows said arm making them go quiet
"Oh…right. Well you could learn again…" Jiro offers uneasily twirling her earlobe.
"In our time frame? Besides Momo is a good pianist she could easily do it." Sayako points out as all eyes turn to the girl.
"I-I suppose though I only know classical songs." Shyly, Momo reveals.
"And what will you do?" Shoji turns to Sayako scowling as she dies once again making her groan glaring at said hand. She had progresses so far before she just had to lose her arm as she had reached the final one…
"Contemplate my existence you know how it is." Aloofly, Sayako shrugs dismissing the group and heading to bed brow furrowing fatigued from her training today…
"So class A are putting on a concert eh?" Vlad turns to Aizawa as the two talk in the staff room as Aizawa focuses firmly on the document on screen, scowling at it before sending it to the reciprocate on the other side.
"Apparently, this is what they came up with when they were thinking about how they could do something for the other departments." Drained, Aizawa answers.
"Well it's a pretty good idea I guess…" Vlad shrugs files in his hand.
"To be honest I'm not sure." Sighing, Aizawa confesses brow furrowing…
"We've got lots to decide on huh?!" Mina smiles shyly as she exits out of the school with the others.
"What kinda performance will make everyone happy!?" Tooru throws in.
"Hmm…" Jiro hums under her breath brow furrowed.
"Hey did you hear? Class A from the hero department apparently, they're doing a concert for our sakes." Snippily, a voice calls out as said class exits out of the school, heading to their dorm, lesson having ended as the others who interns had to go to supplementary classes leaving the rest to decide on the concert. Sayako and Katsuki stood side by side as they glance to the side scowling at the two general study students giving them quite the stink eye.
"Oh my god talk about egotistical." The girl by the tall, towering figure sneers poison dripping down her tense tone.
"Well aren't they in good spirits even though they're the ones who caused all this in the first place…" Annoyed, the man by her side sneers.
"Do they think we're like dying to see them do some dumb performance?" The girl huffs.
"Well yeah we all know they're clueless, what do they do after getting attacked by villains they went to a summer camp where of course they got attacked again…. We all know how that turned out and we have to put up with the consequences of their stupidity even thought it's all their fault." Frowning, the two glare glower at the group.
"Katsuki?" Sayako calls out to her friend furrowing her brow at him.
"…" Stoically, Katsuki simply stares ahead his ruby reds glaring at who knows what.
"Don't let those extras get the best of you alright?" Gently, Sayako tells him.
"And what if they have a point?" Katsuki asks as she raises a brow taken aback at his response.
"What?" Sayako arches a brow baffled by his response.
"About our show being a dud…" Katsuki huffs.
"You're shitting me right? You're doubting Jiro?" Sayako scowls gesturing to the girl going on ahead with the others oblivious to those glaring, glowering at them all.
"I ain't doubting her I just…" Katsuki begins but soon trails off brow furrowed.
"Look those guys are just petty alright? If they couldn't handle it they wouldn't be here they just have to suck it up and bite the bullet like we are. Some people may not like what we do but you know what? Screw them, since when do they matter?" Sayako states the fact firmly.
"Since we're meant to be protecting them…" Tiredly, Katsuki huffs.
"Katsuki you and I both know you can't save everyone, some people are lost causes and just aren't worth getting upset over." Sayako sighs softly.
"…" Katsuki continues glaring at who knows what.
"I'll see you yeah?" Sayako sighs seeing the car waiting for her as agreed by the school.
"Where you going?" Katsuki furrows his brow befuddling Sayako.
"Didn't she tell you?" Sayako turns on her heel furrowing her brow at him.
"…" Katsuki's ruby reds continue to stare ahead annoyed.
"I'll see you around Katsuki." Tiredly, Sayako sighs saluting Bakugou off before leaving, heading off to train, unaware of the fair few eyes on her. She leaves, brushing by a certain lilac-haired boy watching on with a fair few from general studies some scowling, some glaring, some simply going by their day…
*So what did you think of Sayako and Aoyoma's little chat?*