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"I just don't get it!" Misaka exclaims in frustration. She pouts when her friend merely giggles. The girl kept her cheeks puffed as she grabbed her lunchbox. Even when they got out of the classroom.
"Had it been you, you would've done the same." The girl finally let out the air in her mouth to talk. She clutched at her box quite hard, enough to make it creak slightly.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry." The girl's friend continues to giggle as she apologises at the chestnut coloured hair girl, whose hair bobbed as they walked down a crowded stairway.
"But seriously, forgetting to write your name down? That's definitely a new low!" Another girl replies from their back, hopping down the stairs cheerily.
"I told you, I wasn't sleeping well last night." Misaka exclaims once more.
"Over a frog hairpin?"
"It's a Gekota!" Misaka quickly corrects her friend, her face flushing a deep shade of red. The stuffed animal in question, a bright green frog with a cheerful expression, dangled from her bag, bouncing with each step she took. Its wide, expressive eyes seemed to gleam with a life of their own, as if sharing in Misaka's embarrassment.
"Whatever you call it, it's still just a pin."
The girls reach the ground floor, the crowd thinning out as they make their way towards the school's cafeteria. The scent of food wafts through the air, a mixture of fried, grilled, and baked goods that causes the stomachs of the students to grumble in anticipation. Misaka's grip on her lunchbox tightens, her thoughts still consumed by the argument she had with her friends.
"You know we're just joking with you, right?" The girl with the chestnut coloured hair nods, her face still flushed with embarrassment. She knows her friends are only teasing her, but the frustration from her mistake earlier still lingers.
"I know," she replies, her voice soft. "Sorry, I guess it's also my fault for being oversensitive today."
The group of girls began to make up with each other for the petty argument by promising to help each other out more in the future, especially with schoolwork.
They weren't that close to the cafeteria yet, but the noise level rising significantly as students chatter and laugh with one another was loud. The aroma of various dishes fills the air, ranging from the savoury scent of curry to the sweet aroma of pastries.
Misaka's mouth watered quite a bit. She was gonna start jogging with the others when she suddenly ran into a certain familiar black t-shirt.
Her box clattered all over the floor as she fell onto her butt. Thankfully, it's content doesn't spill out, but it surely must've ruined the carefully arranged cute bento inside her mother spent the whole morning doing.
Her friends came to her rescue as she caressed her face. It feels as though she'd run onto a brick wall. She was mostly fine, nothing out of place aside from her aching shoulder.
"You again?" Says a voice, completely nonchalant.
Her eyes popped open as she looked up towards the source. A certain silver white hair caught her full attention. She felt a sense of deja vu wash over her. The boy standing before Misaka was tall and lanky, with a mop of silver-white hair that seemed to glow in the harsh fluorescent lights of the school hallway. His eyes were a piercing shade of red, and they seemed to bore into Misaka's very soul as he looked down at her.
"You...?" Misaka murmurs. "You're that guy from yesterday!" Indeed, it was the same boy from the previous day who had bumped into Misaka, causing her to drop her entire Gekota collection and scattering them all over the road. The same guy who refuses to apologise!
"What're you doing here?" Misaka asks, her voice laced with a mix of irritation and curiosity. She knows for a fact that they haven't formally met, aside from their brief encounter the day before, but somehow looking at him annoys her.
"I should be asking you that, brat." The silver-haired boy's nonchalant demeanour quickly turns into a slight scowl as he looks down at Misaka. His voice is cold and uninviting, making it clear that he has no intention of starting a friendly conversation
Her friends helped her get up, dusting her uniform off and picking up the fallen lunchbox. Misaka's face was a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, but she refused to back down. "What do you think? Walking around and looking at people learning?" she retorted.
The boy's scowl deepened, his eyes narrowing. Eventually he clicked his tongue, straightening the red bag on his shoulder. "I'm not here to waste my time with kids," he muttered, turning to leave.
Misaka couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at his dismissive attitude. She clenched her fists, her fingers brushing against the small charms attached to her keyring. She didn't bother to bat an eye as he left the group of girls, she merely scowled towards his direction.
"Are you okay?" Misaka hummed in response.
"Who was that guy?" Another one of her friends asked her as she handed over her lunchbox. "He looked scary."
"I don't know. But I hate him already."
The surrounding atmosphere grew awkward and silent, a complete contrast to the bustling hallway just moments before. Misaka's friends exchange worried glances, unsure of how to respond to their friend's outburst. They had never seen her act like this before, and they couldn't help but feel a little concerned. Of course, she noticed this.
"Can we just go and eat? I'm starving." Misaka said, trying to brush off the tension with a casual tone. She grabbed her lunchbox from her friend and started walking towards the cafeteria, where they usually had their lunch. Her friends followed closely behind, still glancing at each other with worry.
They followed regardless.
8
Hirano closed the sliding door with quite the uncontrolled power. He walked towards Yoshikawa, a look of anger openly showing all over his face.
The older woman eyed her young ward, slightly amused. "Back already? I thought you wanted to eat something?" Yoshikawa teases.
Her silver haired ward rolled his eyes. "Don't feel like it anymore." Hirano's irritation is evident in his clipped tone and the tightness around his mouth. He avoids looking at Yoshikawa, instead focusing on a random spot on the wall behind her.
"You're angry." Yoshikawa points out. "You're not easily agitated by some food being bad. Making some new friends already, I assume?"
Hirano's scowl deepens as Yoshikawa hits the nail on the head. He doesn't respond, instead letting out a frustrated sigh. Yoshikawa's eyes twinkle with curiosity, but she doesn't press the issue, knowing that he will eventually open up.
The boy took off his bag and leaned it against the empty desk besides hers, while he sat atop the chair, looking out the window. The faculty room was vacant aside from the two of them.
Yoshikawa glances at Hirano from the corner of her eye, observing his brooding form from across the room every once in a while. She was expecting the boy to finally relent and vent everything towards her. Apparently, the boy has more restraint than she had given him credit for.
Yoshikawa sighed. "Alright, fine, you win, tell me what happened, I'm curious." Yoshikawa said, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest. She raised an eyebrow at Hirano, waiting for him to spill the beans.
Hirano clicked his tongue in annoyance, but eventually gave in to Yoshikawa's persistence. He began to recount his encounter with the little girl and her friends in the hallway.
"I see. What does she look like?" Although the question sounded innocent enough, her eyes narrowed with gleaming interest.
"An annoying brat with brown hair." The woman hummed, waiting for more input. "She has this annoying personality. She's got this green blob of cumshot all over her."
Yoshikawa's eyes visibly gleamed with a sudden burst of glee. "Ah, Misaka it is then. She's a really good kid, comes off quite the charismatic and lively personality, always surrounded by her friends. She's a bit of a troublemaker, but she means well."
Hirano shrugged, not particularly interested. "You seem to know a whole damn lot for some random kid." He grumbled, crossing his arms and slouching further in his chair.
Yoshikawa chuckled at his remark. "Well, I am her homeroom teacher, and I do put in the effort to get to know my students. Plus, the kid is quite the popular one, so it's hard not to know her." From his slouched position, Hirano rolls his eyes at Yoshikawa's explanation. He couldn't care less about this Misaka or her friends. All he wanted was to be left alone and not be bothered by anyone.
Yoshikawa, noticing Hirano's disinterest, decides to change the subject. "Any ideas on what you'll be saying for your first introduction?" Yoshikawa's question catches Hirano off guard, and he furrows his brows in contemplation.
He hadn't given it much thought, but now that he thinks about it, he doesn't really want to introduce himself to a class. He's never been one for social interactions, preferring to keep to himself.
And if the past were to have a say, there might be another case of some random kid like 'Sakazuki' and shit; basically an infuriatingly annoying ones.
And to keep those types of people off his back, he's gonna want to give them a reason not to approach him from the very start. And he might just have an idea on how to do it.
"We still have half an hour before lunch is over, so you might as well think of something to say." Yoshikawa encourages him, noticing his deep in thought expression. She leans forward, resting her upper body on her desk and closing her eyes as she stifles a yawn.
"Do wake me up when the bell rings, okay?" Hirano hummed in response.
The minutes went by slowly, ticking away on the clock mounted on the wall. Hirano had dozed off for quite some times now, lulled into a light slumber by the monotonous sound of the ticking clock and the warm rays of the sun filtering through the window.
Yoshikawa, although having succumbed to her seemingly endless drowsiness, had been the one to wake him up when the bells rang.
Her hand ruffles at his moppy hair as she calls out his name gently. "Hey, Hirano, it's time. The bell just rang."
Hirano groggily opens his eyes. Hirano mutters a curse under his breath, yawning before quickly straightens up in his chair and takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the grogginess. Yoshikawa watches him with a small smile, amused by his reaction.
"Alright, let's go." Hirano grumbles as he grabs his bag, following Yoshikawa out of the faculty room, his hands tightly clutching the bag's handle. As they walked, Hirano's eyes scanned the hallway, taking in the sight of students rushing to their next class. He couldn't recall the last time he was late for class. Discipline had been instilled deep into his mind by Aiho, and is constantly being tested by Yoshikawa and the Kiharas.
The hallway is filled with the sound of chatter and hurried footsteps, and Hirano can't help but feel a sense of unease as he walks through the crowd. He's not used to being in such a busy and loud environment, not yet at least.
As he and his ward made their way to his class, Hirano's gaze was drawn to a group of students huddled together, whispering and pointing in their direction. He can feel their eyes on him, assessing and judging.
He doesn't quite understand why people do this sometimes. Sure, he was kind of hypocritical about it cause he does that a whole lot as well. BUT, he thinks to himself, at least he doesn't do it out in the open like this.
He'd been a constant target under such scrutiny due to his unique circumstances - being an albino, which means having red eyes and white hair, making him stand out like a sore thumb. To some, he looked kinda scary, Hirano knows that some people are wary of him, and he's accepted that fact. However, it doesn't make the stares and whispers any less uncomfortable.He kept his head held high,giving them a glare of his own. Which proved to be effective, as the group of students quickly disperses, casting nervous glances in his direction before hurrying away. Hirano's glare follows them, his eyes narrowed in irritation. He hates being the centre of attention, especially when it's for something as superficial as his appearance.
"Way to make yourself some friends there." Yoshikawa teased, her voice barely audible over the din of the crowded hallway. Hirano shrugged, his expression unreadable.
"I don't plan on having any." He muttered, his voice low and gravelly. Yoshikawa raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Oh really?" Yoshikawa begins. Now it was the woman's turn to be the opposing edge of the boy's murderous glare. "Come on now, you know me? I'm just playing, I swear." Hirano's eyes narrow, but he says nothing. Yoshikawa, undeterred by Hirano's silent treatment, continues to tease him as they make their way through the crowded hallway. Despite his initial irritation, Hirano can't help but feel a sense of comfort in Yoshikawa's presence.
The stairways were much more silent than the hallway. Hirano and Yoshikawa make their way up the stairs, the noise of the hallway fading behind them. The quieter atmosphere allows Hirano to relax a bit, his shoulders sagging as he follows Yoshikawa up the stairs. As they reach the top of the stairs, Hirano can see the classroom they're looking for just a few doors down. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the stares and whispers that are sure to come once he steps inside.
They stopped just outside the room. "You know what to do, right?" The older woman asks him, for once throwing a sympathetic gaze at him. The young boy nods in response, his expression still unreadable. Yoshikawa gives him an encouraging nod before stepping aside, allowing Hirano to push open the door and enter the classroom on his own.
As Hirano enters the classroom, all eyes turn to him. He can feel their gazes, heavy and curious, as they take in his appearance. He kept his gaze straight, ignoring the whispers and murmurs that filled the room. He makes his way towards the teacher, standing by the podium at the front of the classroom. The teacher, a middle-aged woman with short, curly hair, looks up as he approaches. She watches him for a moment, her expression neutral, before clearing her throat and introducing him to the class.
"Everyone, this is Yomikawa Hirano. "The teacher's voice cuts through the chatter, and all eyes turn to Hirano. He nods in acknowledgment, his expression remaining stoic. The teacher continues, "He is a new student and will be joining us for the remainder of the term. Please make him feel welcome." She then turns at him. "Anything you'd like to say for the class?"
He glanced towards the door, Yoshikawa waving at him with a smile, before turning back to the teacher. "Yes." His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried throughout the room. The teacher nodded. He didn't waste a beat. His voice was loud and clear, carrying a hint of bloodlust in them.
"I am a Level 5. Bother me and I'll kill you."
Hirano's words hang heavy in the air, and the classroom falls silent. The teacher's eyes widen in shock, and the students exchange nervous glances. Even Yoshikawa by the door was absolutely shocked by his words. The sheer intensity of his gaze and the confidence in his voice leave no doubt in anyone's mind that he is telling the truth. But to claim to be a Level 5, the highest ranking in the espers' hierarchy, is no small feat. The students have heard rumours of such a person, but to have one in their midst is a different matter entirely.
It was clear that Yoshikawa plans to intervene, but the teacher merely raises her hand. His guardian just stood there, staring at him for making such an incredulous statement. He felt guilty for making such a scene, especially in her presence, after vouching for him in front of every faculties in the school. The older woman then left without another word. He frowns a little at her sudden departure. He'll make sure to apologise towards her later on.
The teacher recovers from her initial shock and clears her throat, attempting to maintain her composure. "I see." She responds, her tone cautious. "Welcome to our school, Hirano. I'm sure you'll find our community to be quite welcoming. But I must ask that you refrain from making threats, no matter your... standings. We are all here to learn and grow, and intimidation has no place in that process."
He clicked his tongue. Not everyone follows the rule, he thinks to himself. But he keeps his thoughts to himself, not wanting to further antagonise the teacher or the students. He simply nods in response, acknowledging her words.
The teacher takes a deep, shallow breath, seemingly trying to defuse the tension in the room. He walks towards a vacant desk near the back of the classroom, his footsteps echoing in the silent room. The other students watch him as he moves, inching away as he closes in, others look with wariness. He ignores them all, taking his seat and pulling out his school supplies.
The teacher once more clears her throat, catching the attention of everyone in the class. "Now that we have addressed the initial matter," she begins, "let us move on to the lesson of the day. As you all know, we will be continuing our studies on biology. I hope that we can maintain a peaceful and productive learning environment for everyone." Casting an eye at him.
He nods along, listening to the teacher's words. The teacher begins the lesson, writing notes on the chalkboard and explaining various biological concepts. Hirano listens intently, absorbing the information and taking detailed notes. Despite his earlier outburst, he is genuinely interested in the subject matter. It was his weakest subject as far as he was aware of.
As the class continues, the tension in the room slowly dissipates. Some of the students begin to engage in the lesson, asking questions and participating in discussions. Hirano remains relatively quiet, preferring to listen and take notes. However, he can't help but feel a sense of isolation. He has always been a loner, and attending a new school with no friends or allies has never really been a daunting prospect.
But the nostalgia of the past, of his small group of friends, flickers in his mind. He remembers that one blond girl, and several of the guys. He wonders where they are now, what they are doing. Meanwhile, the teacher continues to lead the class through the lesson, occasionally glancing at Hirano to ensure he is following along. She has seen a direct demonstration of his capabilities. It was indeed one of, if not, the MOST destructive ability this city has ever seen. But she chooses to treat him like any other student. She believes that every student deserves a chance to learn and grow, and she is determined to provide that opportunity for him.
She just hopes that nothing in this school would ever invoke his anger.
The class continues, with Hirano focusing intently on the lesson. However, his thoughts can't help but drift back to his old friends and the carefree days they spent together. He wonders if they ever think about him, or if he has become little more than a distant memory. The teacher continues to teach the class, occasionally pausing to answer questions and offer additional explanations.
She is a serious and patient woman, he notes. The teacher has a deep passion for teaching and a strong desire to share that passion with her students. She had been a friend and colleague of Yoshikawa, according to the latter woman's recollections. Yoshikawa had mentioned that the teacher had been the one to inspire her to become a teacher herself, impressed by her dedication to her students and her ability to connect with them on a personal level.
If there's one thing in this world that could earn Hirano's respect, that is dedication, passion, and the ability to inspire others. He has encountered many individuals in his past who possessed great power and abilities, but very few who had a clear sense of purpose and drive. He had been one of them too at some point.
Time flies by like a rushing river, and soon the bell rings, signalling the end of class. The next lesson came, but that passed by just as quickly. The students gather their belongings and begin to file out of the room. Hirano takes his time, making sure to pack away his notes and pens whilst watching and making sure that everyone leaves first before he gets up. He glances up and catches the teacher watching him with a nervous look. The teacher, realising that Hirano has noticed her gaze, quickly looks away and clears her throat. "Hirano, I'll be available after school if you have any questions or need additional help with the material we covered today," she offers, trying to sound as casual as possible. Hirano nods, acknowledging her offer.
She didn't try to stop him any further. The effects of his words from his earlier introduction still lingers on, apparently. He walked past among the crowds of. The other students give him a wide berth, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. Though, this only applies to those who were in the same class as he was. The rest, didn't even do so much as bat an eye.
He went straight for the main entrance. where half the school was already bustling with students leaving the premises. Hirano scanned his surroundings, and he soon spotted Yoshikawa leaning on a tree near the entrance, her gaze focused on something in the distance. As Hirano approaches, Yoshikawa looks up and offers him a small smile. "How was your first day?" she asks.
Hirano shrugs. "Meh." Yoshikawa raises an eyebrow at Hirano's nonchalant response.
"Just 'meh'? That's it? You didn't find anything interesting or enjoyable about your first day back at school?" she asks, trying to probe a little deeper. He looked at her as if she had just asked him the most ridiculous question in the world. Yoshikawa sighs, shaking her head. "Nevermind then. Anyways, are you hungry?"
He hummed."Better not be cup noodles again this time." He speaks, confirming his hunger.
Yoshikawa chuckles and pushes herself off the tree. "Don't be such a sod, Hirano. I'm sure I can come up with something better than cup noodles for your first day back at school." She leads him towards the parking lot, where her car is parked. "By the way, there's a new ramen shop that opened up near the school."
He groans at her suggestion, and the woman merely grins even more at him, patting his shoulder in a friendly manner. "Hey, ramen is a classic for a reason. Besides, I heard the owner's really damn good at his job. It's worth a try, at least. We'll also buy that nasty coffee of yours on the way, how about that?"
His hands were practically tied at the mention of coffee, there's no way in hell he's saying 'no' to that. "Tch, fine. But if it's terrible, I'm holding you accountable." Yoshikawa chuckles and nods, "Deal!"
As they walk outside the school gate side-by-side, Hirano can't help but notice the stares and whispers of the other students. They were much more open and vocal about it now that they were outside the confines of the school. Some would whisper to their friends as they passed, pointing at Hirano with wide eyes. Others would quickly look away when he caught them staring, their faces drained of colours.
His shoulder was gently bumped by Yoshikawa as they continued to walk, a subtle reminder that she was there with him. "Just ignore them," she says softly, casting a sideways glance at Hirano. "They're just curious, that's all."
Hirano scoffs, his red eyes scanning the crowd contemptuously.
He was quickly dragged out into a corner, away from prying eyes and ears. Yoshikawa kept a firm grip on his arm, shielding him from the stares and whispers of the other students. "You've caused quite the commotion back there," she began, her voice low and gentle. "It's your fault, y'know? I told you not to do something stupid. But I guess I didn't say anything about 'saying' something stupid, have i not?" Yoshikawa gave Hirano a playful nudge, a small smile playing on her lips.
Hirano grunts in response, pulling his arm out of Yoshikawa's grip. "It was to keep them from doing anything stupid again."
"I know." Yoshikawa can only sigh, her smile never faltering even as she rubs her temples. "You're trying to protect them, I understand that." Hirano's eyes snap towards her, eyeing her with such intense scrutiny that Yoshikawa feels a slight chill run down her spine.
"The fuck are talking about, woman?" Hirano growls, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Yoshikawa didn't even flinch at the icy cold tone of his, her expression remaining gentle and understanding.
"Your power. It can hurt people even though you didn't mean it to. So you keep people away." Her hand clenches and unclenches at her side, as if mimicking his own movements. "Your power is dangerous and unpredictable. One wrong move and you might hurt someone."
"Yet you're touching me so carelessly, woman." Hirano's tone is still icy cold, but there's a hint of curiosity in his voice. He raises an eyebrow at Yoshikawa, challenging her to explain herself. "Aren't you afraid of this shit? I could bend you all over, like..." He pauses, his shoulder suddenly tense.
Yoshikawa chuckles softly, a small smile playing on her lips. "I don't have to be afraid. I trust that you have a good enough control over it not to hurt me." Yoshikawa's words seem to catch Hirano off guard, and he looks at her with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. He doesn't respond right away, instead choosing to study her carefully. His eyes no longer reflect anger, as if all that burning rage was sapped away into thin air. But the expression he presented was no longer readable.
"Think of it however you want. Just leave me the fuck alone." Hirano turns away from Yoshikawa, his shoulders stiff and heavy. He starts to walk away towards their apartment, his footsteps echoing through the empty street. Yoshikawa watches him go, a small frown playing on her lips. She knew it would be difficult to get through to him, but she couldn't give up.
Afterall, he just doesn't want to hurt others anymore.
She sighed. She would really like to go after him and try to comfort him more right then and there. But one thing was for sure, they're both hungry. It wouldn't be nice to send the young boy out at night to get food, especially when he was in such a bad mood. Plus, she herself doesn't really like going out at night, preferring to spend her nocturnal time tucked away in bed.
So she went ahead and bought some food for the two of them, including some ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast. Initially, she plans on making this trip a short one. But the grand opening of the ramen shop had been long. Lines of customers made her wait longer than she plans on doing. She ended up going somewhere else. She'd rather not leave the boy alone in that apartment any longer.
That evening, Yoshikawa finds the boy on the outside, sitting against the door into their apartment. She was unpleasantly surprised to see him there. He peeks through his long, messy silver hair. Hirano's eyes follow Yoshikawa's movements as she approaches him, a bag of food in her hand. He doesn't say anything, but his expression is still unreadable. Yoshikawa can't help but feel a pang of worry for the boy.Hirano responds, his tone still cold and distant. He avoids looking at Yoshikawa as she enters the apartment, instead focusing on the ground below him. His silver hair falls in front of his face, creating a curtain that hides his expression.
At least he's still willing to talk, Yoshikawa thinks.
As the food heated up, the smell of ramen and fried rice wafted through the air, making Yoshikawa's stomach growl. They ate in peace, quietly settling into an uncomfortable silence. Hirano picked at his food, his mind clearly elsewhere. Yoshikawa tried to make small talk, asking him about today's lesson and if he had any trouble finding the apartment, but Hirano's responses were short and unenthusiastic.
At some point, she sighed. "I'm sorry." Yoshikawa's apology seemed to catch Hirano off guard, and he looked up at her with a confused expression.
"For what?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Yoshikawa fidgeted with her chopsticks, her gaze fixed on her food. "About what I said. I don't know how, but I must've said something wrong." She looked up at him, her eyes filled with concern. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just want to help."
Hirano's expression softened, and he looked away. "It's not that," he muttered. "I'm just... I'm not used to this."
She hummed. "You'll be. It just takes time." Yoshikawa's words hung in the air, a reminder that despite their current situation, there was still hope for improvement. Hirano nodded slowly, not looking at Yoshikawa, but acknowledging her words nonetheless.
As they finished their meal, Yoshikawa couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards the boy. Yoshikawa knew that taking care of Hirano wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to help him in any way she could. She knew that he had a difficult past, and that his experiences had left him closed off and guarded. But this defence mechanism of his wasn't there back then. Something happened during his disappearance. And she still has no idea what it was.
She will have to be very careful in trying to find it out. Just saying something wrong is enough to send the boy into a spiral of silence and isolation. Yoshikawa glanced at Hirano, who was now laying on the couch trying to sleep, his gaze distant and unfocused. She knew that he had been through so much, and that he was still grappling with his own identity and purpose.
But just like she had said earlier. 'It takes time.' Sooner or later, she'll find out. Hopefully more sooner than later, that is.
They went to sleep early that night.
Hirano stifles in a yawn as he sets himself down on his chair, in the half filled classroom. He takes a moment to observe his surroundings, his gaze flicking over the other students who are busy chatting and laughing with each other. Hirano feels out of place, a stranger in a world that he doesn't quite understand.
So he decides to adopt the company of a book. At least, that way he doesn't have to make small talk or engage in awkward conversations with anyone. He pulls out a well-worn paperback from his bag, the cover creased and bent from frequent use. A book Aiho had given him back then. He hasn't finished it after all these years. He'll make sure to finish it this week.
As he loses himself in the pages of the book, Hirano's barrier was interrupted by something with quite the force. His eyes twitched. He looks towards the direction of the force and finds an annoying face. Hair black, almost naturally spiky. The person's arms are crossed, almost comically. Behind him was a sea of students watching from the door, whispering with surprise and curiosity.
The boy in question smirked, his eyes gleaming. "I heard that you're pretty strong."The voice belonged to the boy with spiky black hair and a smug expression on his face. He seemed to be the source of the disruption, and Hirano couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation at the interruption. He was surprised though. To create such force without the use of an item. Hirano's eyes narrowed. 'This kid could be dangerous.'
"Who are you?" Hirano asked, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible.
The kid points his thumb towards himself, a smug smile still plastered on his face. "The name's Sogiita Gunha. And I challenge you to a battle of GUTS. To boldly claim as a Level 5 just like that. I myself will make sure the authenticity of that title is proven!"
Hirano held down a really big sigh. 'You've got to be fucking kidding.'
New shit next week!