"I've poured over all of the recordings and notes I'd taken of our previous sessions. I've read every document the government has ever collected on you and your Quirk. I've even looked over your grade school essays just in case there was anything important there. Not a single person ever suspected such a unique and dangerous Quirk from you." Dr. Ishida flipped through a few papers as he rambled to himself. Himiko hissed, wishing she had a knife or scalpel or anything to protect herself from the doctor with. She felt like a cornered cat, knowing she was minutes away from whatever tests he had planned for the day.

"A shame, really. Your Quirk could be incredibly useful… You could've been a hero. Or a doctor, even. And instead we've allowed you to waste away… What a pity," Dr. Ishida clicked his tongue as he scanned over the sheaf of papers one last time before setting them down and looking over Himiko. His gaze was even more uncomfortable than the casually cheerful tone he took during his work. It made the hair on the back of Himiko's neck stand on end.

Himiko had been escorted into the medical wing just ten minutes ago and strapped down to the observation table with heavy metal and leather restraints by three armed guards. She'd screamed, shouted, bit and fought the entire time, desperately trying to escape her captors. It'd felt like being a child all over again, being forced to see Dr. Ishida. It was a situation she was not nostalgic for. It was just too much. She yanked and gnawed at her restraints, but she'd never be able to escape unless someone let her out.

"I wonder what amateur wrote down that you were incapable of using the Quirks of the people you transform into. I never would've cleared this to enter a patient's file without rigorous testing to the contrary. Some people just aren't diligent these days. They don't take their jobs seriously," Dr. Ishida sighed, resting his weight on the table Himiko was strapped to as he spoke.

"I see you've used Uraraka-san's Zero Gravity as well as Bubaigawara-san's Double. Care to elaborate if you've ever used anyone else's Quirk," Dr. Ishida asked, but his question was met only with more hissing and gnawing at her restraints.

"I understand you insist on struggling, Himi-chan, but I promise this'll be over a lot quicker if you cooperate. Not that that's ever stopped you from struggling before," Dr. Ishida sighed again as he took her vitals. Temperature, blood oxygen, blood pressure. Himiko struggled against her restraints like a caged animal desperate to escape. She hated him touching her. She hated him even looking at her. And she didn't believe a word he said. She'd heard it all before. He'd do anything to further his experiments- he was a madman.

"First we need to verify your Quirk since it's never been legally verified… Formalities, you understand," Dr. Ishida explained, raising a couple vials of blood to his face. "It used to be so much more difficult to conduct these tests. We had to rely on the patient cooperating. It was nearly impossible to tell if they were hiding some aspect of their Quirk, or just unaware of it. These days, we have experimental technology designed to forcibly activate Quirks. Modeled off All For One's stolen garish tendril Quirk, actually. I legally have to explain to you that if you don't cooperate, we must use the equipment. I doubt that'll convince you to be cooperative, will it Himi-chan?" Himiko slammed her arm against her wrist bindings, making them thunk loudly against the cold metal binding them to the table. There was nothing he could promise her that would make her cooperate. She'd kill him the moment she had the chance to- of that, she was certain.

"Of course, of course," Dr. Ishida sighed before cleaning a strip around Himiko's forearm with an alcohol wipe. Then he wrapped a band around her forearm and tightened it with a buckle before pressing a button on the device. It beeped loudly as it came to life but then did nothing.

"Your Quirk requires a catalyst. Not uncommon for Emitter Quirks, but I loathe to categorize you as just an Emitter Quirk. We might need to start accepting hybrid categorizations soon." He spoke loudly and clearly, as if he were talking to Himiko, but she knew his words weren't for her. There was nothing to respond to. She didn't care to talk to him.

"First we'll activate the Quirk Band to see if you've got any blood left in your system, or if there's another catalyst besides blood. One final warning, Himi-chan. I've heard the Quirk Band is rather uncomfortable. Are you sure you'd rather not cooperate with me?"

Himiko narrowed her eyes and spit at him, the glob landing on his chest and soiling his labocat..

"People truly don't change, do they, Himi-chan," he said with a sigh. This hadn't been the first time she'd spit at him. Remembering the last time almost made him nostalgic. Dr. Ishida conjured a remote from his smock pocket. Clearly it was to the Quirk Band. The band beeped as he clicked the remote, and Himiko screamed as what felt like three metal spikes pierced her flesh and muscle. Then the aching came. As if she'd run a marathon without stretching. She was familiar with the sensation- it always came whenever she tried to use her Quirk without any blood, or if she held a transformation too long and her body was nearly out of its catalyst. But this time it felt worse. It burned. Her muscles felt like they'd been pushed to their limit. Himiko grit her teeth and waited for it to be over.

"Patient exhibits baseline vitals. No physical change detected. Exactly what'd stumped previous Quirk Counselors for years," Dr. Ishida was talking aloud, likely to whatever recorder he was using for the session.

"Unlike true Quirkless individuals- the rarity they are- she's exhibiting typical reactions of patients that require catalysts. A good comparison would be… hm, in my nostalgia I'm remembering Shinsou-san. Yes, very similar." Himiko thrashed against her bindings, fists clenched so tightly her nails were breaking the skin of her palm.

"For use as a catalyst, I've four samples I'd like the patient to ingest to knock out a few different hypotheses. Patient has a long and storied history of non-cooperation, and currently is trying to assault me, so we'll be going ahead with the force-feeding along with the Quirk Band." Before Himiko could even register what he'd said to close her mouth, he'd forced a gag between her teeth. She screamed and shouted and attempted to bite his fingers, but he was well acquainted with his patient. She'd tried this all before, and where she'd gotten rusty fighting him off after all these years, he'd only refined his craft.

"Sorry, Himi-chan. I promise I'll try and do this quickly so you can get back to your parent- oh! Excuse me. Look at me falling into old habits. Back to your cell, apologies." Himiko really didn't hear what she was saying over her own muffled screaming. It was only cut off as he forced a tube down her throat. All of this was so familiar to her. They'd done things like this twice a week for years while they were trying to discover her Quirk. She'd kept the memories of these incidents buried so deep she'd thought she'd forgotten them, but now…

"We've restrained the patient and are delivering increasingly powerful ten second long electric shocks at 60 second intervals. This should rule out any strength amplification Quirks- those can be difficult to diagnose in female patients without proper incentive," Dr. Ishida had explained, mostly to the nurse that was accompanying him, but her mother was within earshot.

"Is her screaming… normal," Fuku Toga had asked, watching her daughter's face contort in agony on the other side of the bulletproof glass barrier. The doctor had explained that it was for everyone's safety- just in case Himiko had an explosive reaction to discovering a strength based Quirk.

"Well, she is in a fair amount of pain at the moment. And it'll only ramp up during the test. But don't worry, Toga-san, I promise we'll get to the bottom of your daughter's Quirk," Dr. Ishida had explained. Himiko had been six years old when she watched her mother lock eyes with her, press her hand to the glass, and look away from her daughter.

"I sure do hope you solve this puzzle soon. She'll never be respected if she keeps acting like this!"

"Interesting, very interesting! The first sample was saliva disguised as blood. After the patient ingested and the Quirk Band was used, the patient exhibited no signs of her Quirk working. I'll be scheduling more tests with different body fluids- tears and sweat come to mind, let's avoid anything too unpleasant. However I believe it's safe to say blood is the only catalyst to Toga-san's Quirk." Dr. Ishida's large, upturned fangs were unsettling as Himiko watched him talk to himself. He looked like a monster. A monster she'd had nightmares about for years. In fact, he still haunted her worst dreams. Every once in a while she'd wake up from a fitful sleep covered in sweat, the memory of those protruding fangs sharp in her mind.

"Next we're going to be performing a rather interesting experiment. This next sample was collected from a woman in the third trimester of pregnancy. Normally I'd refrain from performing a test like this considering the likely outcomes- ethical concerns for this one are significantly high- however I was encouraged to ensure we determine the full extent of Toga Himiko's Quirk. I'll be feeding it to the patient now."

"We've had to change school districts again! Whatever her Quirk is, it's making her sick, Dr. Ishida. She's not normal," Fuku had sobbed. It'd been years since she'd started bringing her daughter in twice a week for treatment. The doctors didn't seem any closer to discovering the girl's Quirk. It'd stumped over a dozen specialists so far.

"Of course, of course, Toga-san. I can imagine this is incredibly frustrating for your entire family. Fortunately as her thirteenth birthday draws closer we'll legally be able to try a wider variety of tests on her-"

"Why can't you just try them now," Fuku had interrupted, bouncing back and forth between crying and lashing out in anger while Himiko tried to distract herself. If she bit down on her finger just hard enough to draw some blood, she could have a small taste and it'd heal before her mother even realized what she was doing.

"My daughter is not well-"

"Toga-san, we all want little Himi-chan to get the help she needs, but performing these tests on someone so young isn't advisable! Her thirteenth birthday is just in a couple of months. Once she's of age we can begin the new batch of tests right away."

Himiko sobbed as she felt the familiar feeling of the warm goo pour from her pores, melting away the shape of the person she'd been forced to become and returning her body back to her own. The change had been awful- her Quirk working outside of her own control. She'd never been forced to use her Quirk the way All For One had forced Magne or Kurogiri, but she doubted that'd it'd felt so… disturbing.

She choked back tears. In all the years she'd been on the run, she'd never taken the blood of someone pregnant. The experience hadn't been pleasant.

"Patient has returned to normal. No abnormalities detected. Thankfully she only presented as pregnant and no signs of a fetus were detected. As a quick note, I still can't believe that her Quirk extends to even the clothing the donor was wearing at the time. I'll have to try some more experiments to see how far that aspect of the Quirk stretches," Dr. Ishida spoke as if Himiko couldn't hear him planning the next experiments. Himiko shuddered as he spoke, realizing how close she'd come to… She pushed the thought away.

"Next two samples come from the same donor. The first sample was collected before the patient underwent a double mastectomy for sex reassignment surgery. I've heard he's quite happy with the results. The second sample was taken directly after the surgery. This experiment is twofold- the first test is to determine if the patient's Quirk can recreate tissue that no longer exists in the current donor as long as the blood was drawn previous to the surgery. The second is to determine if the patient's Quirk can replicate injuries such as surgical amputations." Dr. Ishida readied both vials, humming to himself as he did so.

"Himi-chan, I've heard you've got no real issue using your Quirk on men, but I chose someone with similar anatomy to yours to make this experience a bit less uncomfortable for you. I don't expect gratitude, but I do hope you'll be more cooperative during our next session," he explained as he fed her the first vial.

Himiko glared at him as that phrase about gratitude sounded incredibly familiar.

"We've ruled out amplification type Quirks, control type Quirks, dozens of classes of heteromorph type Quirks… This is a tough nut to crack-"

"You people aren't trying hard enough! I heard that there's an entire class of Quirks you guys aren't allowed to test for yet," Fuku had accused, arms crossed over her chest while Himiko pretended to be working on homework. She tried to shrink down, as small as she could. The less either her mother or Dr. Ishida noticed her, the less likely they were to try another test on her today.

"Toga-san… I'm not sure of what you're asking-"

"There're Deviant Quirks! I've heard of them! Quirks that people commit despicable acts with! X rated Quirks that-"

"Toga-san. Your daughter has just turned thirteen years of age. I will not test for such Quirks until she's at least seventeen! Even if she does possess one of those Quirks, it's not in her best interest to recognize it until she's old enough to make those decisions on her own! Please, Toga-san. She's just a child-"

"If you don't start testing I'll take her to someone who will." Fuku had narrowed her eyes at the man, waiting to be given exactly what she wanted. Himiko had remembered not exactly understanding what it was her mother had been demanding, but knew that her mother was someone who always got what it was she wanted.

"No one will risk their license for that, Toga-san," Dr. Ishida said, calling her bluff with a roll of his own eyes. He wasn't going to be intimidated by anyone.

"However- not that I expect any gratitude- what I will do for you and Himi-chan is I'll start looking into such Quirks," he sighed begrudgingly, casting a quick glance to Himiko before returning his gaze back to Fuku. "I've only had to test for them about three times in my whole career, and on much older patients than Himiko is now. If you insist, I will do some research to see if there are any less invasive ways to test for these Quirks."

"The patient's Quirk is incredible. I've never seen a Transformation Quirk with such a specific catalyst or an Emitter Quirk with such a profound effect on the user's body. Both tests were positive- the patient displayed breast tissue with the first vial and injuries congruent with the double mastectomy with the second vial. Incredible how her Quirk has a temporal factor to it. I'd love to run some more tests if she were more cooperative. Himi-chan, think about it. I could get you out of your cell for a few hours a week. It could be nice."

Himiko glared at the man, making it clear if she had some Quirk akin to Dabi's Blueflame that he'd be as much of a crisp as her deceased friend. No amount of bribing would change her mind.

"Okay, okay. Only one experiment left, Himi-chan. This donor experienced a traumatic injury to one of her kidneys a year before the blood was drawn. You replicated surgical amputations. I'd just like to see if you'd replicate injuries to vital organs."

"She keeps injuring herself! Over and over again! She's desperate for blood! It's disgusting," Arata Toga had shouted, slamming his fists on Dr. Ishida's desk. He never came to these doctor's appointments himself, but he'd been called in to specifically attend this one. He was beyond furious. They'd been testing for years. Something had to give.

"Dr. Toga, you of all people should understand her urges aren't necessarily violent-"

"How dare you?! Never in my life have I needed Quirk Counseling because of my Quirk! I've never felt the urge to drink blood! My daughter is broken and you're not even bothering to try to fix her," he shouted even louder.

"Dr. Toga. Please, let's just conduct this one test. Just a small bit of blood, and we'll see if she can move it. Her Quirk might be incredibly similar to your own-"

"MY QUIRK DOESN'T MAKE ME A FREAK," he'd roared. Himiko remembered not even being upset by that. She'd heard her father call her worse. Freak was at least nicer than some of the other things he'd called her…

Dr. Ishida did his best not to react to Arata's outburst as he prepared the vial of donated blood. He reached for Himiko's hand, and Himiko winced at the offer. She really didn't want to take it. She hated these sorts of experiments. But… if there was blood involved… If she really had the chance to feel some blood between her fingers… She reached out and let the doctor take her hand.

"Himi-chan, we're just going to pour a bit on your hand and you're going to do your best to move it or manipulate it in some way. Please, do your best," Dr. Ishida had urged before pouring a couple of drops of the liquid into Himiko's palm.

Himiko watched, stunned as the blood hit her palm. It was still warm- still fresh! Himikko hadn't even realized she'd been holding her breath in anticipation, but the second she breathed in she got a whiff of it that was so overwhelming yet not enough at all. It smelled like rust as it beaded at the center of her palm. It was… beautiful.

"I didn't bring her here for you to indulge her disgusting cravings," Arata hissed, his hands clenched as he watched his daughter be stunned by the blood in her palm. It disgusted him to his core to see her act like this over something like blood. It wasn't what he'd hoped for when he'd had a daughter.

"I am as much of a medical professional as you are, Dr. Toga. You have to give these things time. If her Quirk is even remotely similar to- Himi-chan no!" Dr. Ishida had grabbed Himiko's wrist just as the young girl had tried to bring the blood to her mouth. Himiko screamed and cried and thrashed against the man's hold on her, desperate for just a taste! If she could just lick the blood off her palm-

"This is the last time we bring her here, you fraud," Arata hissed, grabbing his daughter and plunging his own finger into the blood. With some strain he gathered up every drop of blood and removed it from Himiko's hand. Not a molecule of the red liquid remained, but Himiko still desperately tried to lick at her palm the moment it'd been released, hoping that she could taste even the essence of the blood that'd been there. There were tears in her eyes as she'd come so close just to be denied again.

"Dr. Toga-"

"Himiko. Let's go," Arata hissed, pulling his daughter out of the room before she could take too long to respond on her own. Himiko had looked back for just a moment, genuinely upset she hadn't had the chance to taste the blood, but grateful that her father had seemed serious about never having to come here again. She'd never have to see Dr. Ishida again. She'd never have to deal with these tests or anything like that…

That'd been less than a week before she'd attacked Saito…

"No damage detected. Your body can replicate the symptoms of a pregnancy as well as surgical amputations, but it can't actually damage your own organs. That makes sense, but how interesting," Dr. Ishida mused to himself.

"Okay, Himi-chan. Thank you for this session. You've really provided a ton of insight into how fascinating your Quirk is. I'm already thinking about what we could accomplish with next week's session! Please, try to be a little more cooperative when we next meet. I'll put in a good word for you tonight and you should get enough money for a fun treat in your commissary for tomorrow. Sound fair?"

The only fun treat Himiko could imagine wanting was a scalpel she could drive into this man's throat.


"Your typing is improving quickly, Toga-san. You're hardly looking at the keyboard anymore," Atsuhiro said encouragingly, gently patting Himiko on the shoulder. "You've been practicing with that keyboard I bought you, haven't you? Great work!"

"Or she's just not ancient, old man," Spinner said with a small chuckle, playfully nudging Atsuhiro with his shoulder. "You know us younger generations are quick to pick up typing."

"Age or not, Toga-san still deserves the praise she's earned," Atsuhiro sighed, playfully waving off Spinner's commentary.

"Thank you," Himiko said softly, a small smirk on her face as she slurped up some more noodles. Her friends being here at least made living in Tartarus slightly more bearable.

"Speaking of being ancient, any reason we have guests today," Spinner asked, finally turning his attention to Kaina and Danjuro- Lady Nagant and Gentle Criminal.

"That's not very polite," Danjuro said flatly, raising a bushy eyebrow at Spinner for his comment. Himiko had never really known the man- she'd only watched his videos from time to time whenever she was close enough to a tv to watch the news- but after just a couple of days of getting to know him it was easy to understand the man was as kindhearted and gentle as his villain name suggested. Tomura probably would've hated him.

"Forgive him, all those extra Quirks haven't exactly helped his interpersonal skills. I'm sure you understand," Mr. Compress said quickly, hoping to smooth over Spinner's jab. He was the only one of the remaining League of Villains to remember the kind of respect Lady Nagant used to draw during her hero days. She'd been a rising star set to easily take the Top 10 before her controversy, and was likely incredibly dangerous, even in a wheelchair.

"Sure…" Kaina focused on her own meal, not raising her purple eyes for even a moment to entertain the conversation any further. She wasn't exactly social even though she never split off from the group whenever they went to lunch. Himiko thought that was odd, and had been curious as to why someone like Kaina Tsutsumi would still be in Tartarus, let alone hanging out with former League of Villains members. She would've asked her outright had it not been for the loud voice coming from the middle of the usually quiet cafeteria.

"What's happening over there," Atsuhiro asked curiously, lifting his gaze from his food to find the culprit.

"Come on, Rappa-san. Think about it. You could use all those muscles for some good!" Mustard was making a point to be heard, his voice carrying even louder as people began to quiet their own conversations to listen in on what he was saying. Everyone's eyes were glued to the two men, interested in seeing what this mouthy teenager was doing as he tried to goad a Hassaikai member.

"You, me and Imasuji-san! Just a couple of pals! Don't make me have to tell him you said no. I don't think he'd be very happy about that-"

"Threaten me again punk and I'll remind you who the muscle in your little group is," Kendo said flatly, his face blank even while his eyes were obscured by his unruly hair. He didn't even sit up from his seat at his table or put down his chopsticks. He wasn't intimidated by Mustard in the slightest, and was refusing to allow the teen to get under his skin.

Still, from the way everyone was bristling watching the exchange, Himiko could guess that whatever politics were at play here, Kendo likely couldn't sit back without acting for long. Especially with the way Mustard kept bringing up Muscular's name.

"Listen, lughead! There's no need to get that dense brain of yours in a tizzy! You're fully aware that you're not strong enough to fight Imasuji-san so why don't you just stop trying to be tough and-"

The backhand was loud enough to be heard across the entire cafeteria. Kendo had backhand slapped Mustard across the face, sending the teen to his knees before returning to his food just as quickly. Mustard hardly caught himself before he hit the floor completely, and even on his knees he was still clearly reeling from the blow. He covered his mouth in pain, but that didn't stop the blood that quickly poured between his fingers and left a small puddle on the floor. Whoever hadn't been watching the exchange was suddenly very invested now.

"Bastard," Mustard hissed, spitting more blood onto the floor as he swore. Himiko couldn't help but chuckle at his misfortune. She'd always thought Mustard had such a punchable face, and his actions had never exactly helped him out.

"GUARD! QUIRK USE ON THE FLOOR," Mustard shouted, pointing at Kendo as the man continued to enjoy his rice bowl. The high-schooler made a point of quickly smearing his own blood on his face, making the attack look far worse than it'd actually been. From a simple cut lip and nosebleed to a blood mess all over his mouth and cheeks. Two of the guards were quick to the scene, jogging over with their batons ready.

"We've told you this before, yakuza. Assaulting a fellow inmate earns yourself a punishment. Quirk use gets you solitary," one of the guards said, doing his best to sound intimidating. The guard was about 6'3" and likely used to believing his size would always serve to intimidate others. Unfortunately Kendo was a giant of a man who wasn't at all intimidated even while sitting down.

"Go away. I'm eating my mapo tofu," Kendo said flatly, not looking up from his meal as the guard brought the baton down on his shoulder as hard as he could.

"Hey… Hey this isn't right." Himiko started wheeling herself towards the scene before Kaina and Atsuhiro quickly grabbed the handles of her chair.

"What are you doing, Toga-san. You don't want to get involved with that," Atsuhiro said quickly.

"Interfering with the guards is only going to get you in as much trouble as he's in," Kaina explained.

Himiko didn't listen to either of them, pushing down on her wheels hard enough to wrench her wheelchair free of her friends' grasp. She had to stop what was happening to Kendo. It wasn't fair to punish him for something Mustard had started!

"Hey! Hey!" Himiko shouted as she neared the guards. They were both beating Kendo as hard as they could, breaking skin and causing the man to groan in pain, but he just kept eating. As if defying the guards was his only purpose. As if defying the guards gave him purpose.

"He didn't use his Quirk," Himiko shouted as she got even nearer, desperately tugging at the shirt of one of the guards. She needed to catch their attention to make them stop!

"Rappa didn't use his Quirk! Sando's just whining!" Himiko kept tugging at the guards until one finally turned around, eyes red with fury. He whacked Himiko across the jaw with a baton, sending the young woman rolling a few feet back in her wheelchair from the force of the blow. She'd been hit so hard she was seeing stars and hearing a loud ringing in her ears. Her senses only returned to her in time to hear Spinner, Atsuhiro and Danjuro desperately pleading with the guard who was still trying to hit her.

"She's new! She doesn't understand-"

"Please forgive my youthful compatriot, sometimes she acts without thinking. Her body just moves all on its own, you understand?"

They were practically using their bodies as shields between the guard and Himiko, but that wasn't enough to protect her entirely. The guard raised his baton, ready to strike Himiko across the face again. Himiko flinched away, but just as the guard's arm hit the highest point of the arc of his swing, Rappa grabbed the man's arm and snapped it as easily as he would cheap chopsticks. The guard howled in pain, swearing in English as he held his limp and broken arm.

"I'm done with my meal," Kendo said flatly. About a dozen more guards flooded into the cafeteria, angrily beating the man with their batons and forcing him to his knees. Kendo was clearly in pain, but even as blood trickled down his face from a wound he'd gotten on his eyebrow, he didn't let out a sound of pain. He refused to give the guards the satisfaction. Instead, he kept his intense yellow gaze on Himiko, an odd look on his face as he was forced to lay on the ground and handcuffed behind his back.

It took the guards about five minutes to escort him out of the cafeteria, and the entire time, Kendo had kept his gaze on Himiko. She'd been forced to watch every moment of it, unable to look away as they continued to beat him.

Only when Rappa had finally been escorted out of the lunchroom and the commotion died down a little did Mustard wipe his own face, a big, twisted grin tugging at his lips. He glared at his fellow inmates in front of him- Gentle Criminal, Mr. Compress, Spinner and Himiko- in disgust.

"You guys care so much about that meathead? Pfft! It'd do you all well enough to stay out of business that doesn't concern you," he spat, his brown eyes narrowing as he glared at Himiko hardest of all.

"And you," he hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at her. Spinner and Danjuro instantly moved between them, while Himiko felt a couple of hands on the back of her wheelchair that she knew must be Atsuhiro.

"I heard you had visitors last week, Himiko. And not just any visitors either. Pro Heroes Deku and Uravity," the entire cafeteria went quiet at that. It was pretty likely most of the villains here had only gotten caught because of either of those two heroes. Or any of their classmates or heroes affiliated with them. Deku and Uravity had made huge names for themselves in the months since the war, not to mention the war itself.

"You think those two heroes care about you? They locked you up in Tartarus! Locked you up with the rest of us! It's been almost a year and they still haven't even come for Tobita-san or Tsutsumi-san. It's about time all of you learn what side of the bars you're on. You're here for the rest of your lives," Mustard hissed, doing his best to put on the air of someone in control. Someone with some amount of authority. The act made Himiko take him even less seriously.

"Don't get in my way again," he huffed, pushing past Danjuro on his way out of the cafeteria. It wasn't until the quiet chatter in the cafeteria had started up again before Spinner and Danjuro wheeled their friends back to the table they'd been eating at.

"Kid's crazy," Spinner hissed, shaking his reptilian head in frustration.

"True, but he's only going to get more obnoxious," Atushiro sighed, trying to calculate the best options available to them. He was always trying to resolve a conflict before it'd even started.

"That was stupid," Kaina said flatly the moment Himiko and the others were close enough to hear her. "You could've gotten yourself and everyone else hurt. For Rappa-san? Why did you do that?"

"... sorry… I… my body just… moved on its own," Himiko explained, unable to meet anyone's eyes. She was so upset with herself that she'd failed to help Kendo and put her friends in danger that she missed the slight glance Danjuro and Kaina paid one another.