[Taka Yasashi]

TAKAYASASHI

Any other day would have been fine, he would have gone along with it without batting an eyelash. It wasn't like he had a lot of choice. But at least he wouldn't have felt this way. But that wasn't how his mother worked, how his family worked. She hadn't even been there this morning when he had gotten up to get ready for his first day. An emergency, a villain on the northside that required her special kind of approach.

The car slowed to a stop as it approached the university. He was slumped down in his seat, his big body hard-pressed to sit comfortably in a limousine. He wore his new uniform, golden hair drawn back sharply and contrasting with his tan skin. He looked down at his big, meaty hands and clasped them together before looking up at the young woman sitting across from him. 

She was pretty, in that overly severe kind of way that appealed to his mother's sensibilities. She sat in a meditative pose, her hands on her knees and her sword in her lap. She was maybe two years older than Yasashi, and had gone a very different route in her life. A direct apprenticeship with the Pro Hero, Aegis.

"You have an appointment with another marriage candidate tomorrow, sir," She said abruptly, snapping him out of his thoughts. He jerked and looked at her, then looked down.

"Yeah, I know," He said with a sigh.

"You should try not to scare this one off, your mother is beginning to suspect you're doing it on purpose," She continued, her tone flat and dignified.

"I'm glad to hear someone knows whats in my mother's head, Vega," He said scornfully as the car stopped.

Her expression shifted ever so slightly at the sharp remark, her eyes going down to her weapon. He sighed and hung his head, "Sorry, it's just..."

She looked up at him and brandished a smile before getting out of the car ahead of him, she stepped to the side and opened the door. The fanciness of it all making his stomach churn. It wasn't necessary. He didn't want to feel special here. He didn't even want to be here. Not today of all days.

"Your things will be brought to your dorm, sir," Vega said as he straightened himself up, standing head and shoulders above her. He glanced down at her and she returned his ice-blue stare with her own oceanic one. Her expression warming into a smile, "Be safe sir, and happy birthday, I know it's not much, but there's something waiting for you at the dorm."

His lip trembled, he rubbed his neck, and returned the smile, "Thanks," He grunted and took a deep breath, slapping himself on the cheeks and shaking the nerves out. He squared his shoulders, brandished his biggest smile, and strode forward towards UA University and his new life. He barely had enough time to get out of the dropoff when UA University decided to provide it's own form of welcome...

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... It was possible Jun had gotten carried away. Maybe. Just a tad. Not at all that much. See, Jun didn't like wearing her hero suit during training and exercises. This was because she wanted to keep it as pristine as possible for when she went out into the field. However, it was going to be impossible to get used to the winch system Kei made for her without wearing it. To her credit she was getting better the more she used them to the point where traversal was beginning to become no problem. Mostly. She had somehow deviated from her practice area in Ground Beta and was swinging around to the front of the school when she swung her momentum wrong, pitching herself down more than out. "Oh no," she muttered, twisting herself in order to start an emergency- oh no, there was someone in her path. Should she shout a warning? She had another means of diverting her energy so she could potentially miss him completely, but it would be rude if she didn't shout something. "Incoming!" she shouted, tapping into her fear as she created a chain through her quirk to latch onto the hitch of the limo (as it was the closest thing she could see) and using it's forward momentum , as well as detaching her current hook, would veer right past the giant of a man beginning to approach the school. The construct faded, she'd make a rough tumble, and finally come to a stop a good fifteen feet away. "Ow..." Taka Yasashi

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Momo decked out in all the glory of her college uniform trotted down the sidewalk that led directly from the cutest little cafe all the way up to the big ol’ gates of UAU. She hummed a jaunty tune to herself in between sips of coffee. If it could still be called coffee after all the sweeteners and creamers that had been added to it. And the whipped cream. So much whipped cream. It towered over the lip of the disposable cup that contained the sugary concoction. Only a plastic bubble dome through which the straw was poked kept the fluffy white tower from spilling everywhere. It was truly the best way to start the day. Plus the caffeine helped her focus in class! Or so she said to anyone who questioned the monstrosity. The inevitable sugar crash she had later in the morning every day said otherwise though.

She was absolutely lost in what was the beginning of another amazing day living her best life when she was interrupted by a shout. Big baby blues shifted up and up and up then over and down as someone came swinging in like Momo herself did when she used her yo-yo. Only, this person totally kind of sucked! They crashed right into the back of…

Was that a limo?!

Not the time for that, Momo!

She chided herself internally even as she took off sprinting in the direction of the one car pileup to help the person that had collided with the vehicle. Only to trip on a crack in the sidewalk and crash into the side of the limo herself. The coffee in her hands went flying. The lid came off mid-air before the cup landed right on Jun’s head, whipped cream and coffee side down.

"Ow..."

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[Taka Yasashi]

TAKAYASASHI

Yasashi had just stepped off the drop point, rubbing his neck and trying to look on the bright side of things. It didn't take long. There were tons of things he could learn at UAU. Not only that, there were opportunities to meet all sorts of interesting people! To find happiness in others, like his father insisted he did. He hesitated for a moment, did he forget something? He turned around just as someone shouted something nearby.

He blinked.

A green blur went past him, an inch away from his nose. He stood there, blinking a few more times. "H-uh?"

He turned his head in the direction of the sudden movement's trajectory. He stood there, about ten feet away from the limo as another shape came darting in, crashing into the side of the limo and colliding with the first person. He realized it was a person that had gone flying past him! Yasashi's mind finally caught up with what was happening.

He gasped and dropped his bags, hurrying over to the two tangled people, one of them covered in what looked like... whipped cream? "Are you okay?!" The giant young man bellowed, hurrying over with a look of concern that might be misinterpereted because of his facial structure and near-white blue eyes. Yasashi slid to a stop next to the two of them. Two girls, one wearing what looked like a patrol costume and the other a school uniform.

He looked up at the car that had stopped, Vega got out and hurried around to check on everyone. "Young master?" She spotted the mess and sighed, going back into the limo and procuring a towel. She handed it to Yasashi. "Is anyone hurt?" Aegis' apprentice asked.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... This right here was one of the main reasons why she should stick to the training grounds. She winced a little, glancing down at her left leg to find a scrape along the side of it. The scrape itself, while painful, was not that big of a deal to Jun. What was a big deal was there was now a tear in her uniform. Unfortunately she didn't have the time to lament this as before she knew it something splashed down on top of her head. Apparently another person saw the catastrophe, landed on top of her, and to top it off spilt...coffee??? No, this wasn't coffee. Or...maybe it was. She didn't know, all she knew was it was now all in her hair. If she didn't need a shower before, she definitely needed it now. Jun would slip out from under the girl, suppressing her panic at contact with another person as she looked up at the giant of a man. Man, was he imposing. And intense. And this did nothing for her anxiety as she now felt like she was being put on the spot. And great, there was another person now. "I-I'm fine," she says, getting to her feet. She'd pat herself down, trying to get a sense of any other injuries to her person; her side hurt, but that had to be from the impact. It wasn't uncommon for her to obtain a few bumps and bruises from exercises from this, so apart from that and the scrape on her side the worse injury she had was her bruised ego. Looking down at the other girl, she tried to analyze any injuries she might have, reaching up to take the cup off of her head. "Are you okay?" Taka Yasashi Aimoto Momo

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“I’m a-okay!”

The response to the trio of questions was a little muffled since Momo was face first in the ground now that Jun had moved, but it was intelligible enough and all of her bubbly energy came through totally undaunted by circumstance or pavement. She popped up lickety split with a fluid grace that didn’t fit her earlier stumble. A quick pat down of her own ensured she was actually a-okay minus some mild scrapes and impending bruises and that everything was where it should be — except her coffee.

“Oh no!”

Her hands flew up to her open mouth in surprise before dropping down to make themselves useful trying to help Jun clean up. Which was near impossible considering she wasn’t the one with a towel. It was mostly Momo smushing the whipped cream into Jun’s hair more.

“Ahhhh! I’m so sorry!”

Now that Momo was also sticky and sore, her face scrunched up and she looked around for something better suited for cleanup than her hands. She spotted the towel and the giant attached to the other end of it. Not that spotting him was hard considering… you know, giant. She didn’t seem the least bit put off by the awkward situation or his imposing presence.

“Hi! I’m Momo! I made a mess, so can I borrow that?”

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[Taka Yasashi]

TAKAYASASHI

To say that the whole situation was bewildering for the shelterd Taka scion was an understatement. To make matters worse, his appearance was giving the wrong impression... again. He saw the look on the girl in the patrol-costume's face, he'd seen it before. He tried to control his own expression of hurt, he'd gotten pretty good at it over the years.

The sudden spriteliness of the other girl took him off guard, distracting him from the moment of self deprication. She practically popped up like a rabbit out of a hole, bright eyed despite the chaos, and immediately started making more of a mess of the costumed girl's head. She introduced herself as Momo, asking for the towel from Yasashi after Vega passed it off to him.

"H-here you go," Yasashi babbled, rubbing his neck, "I'm Yasashi."

He glanced up, noting that Vega hadn't moved from where she stood and saw a peculiar look on her face. Her usual stoic expression, hammered in by his mother's ruthless training, relaxed into something a bit more mischevious. She canted her head to the right, "Day one and you already have two girls falling over in your wake, Young Master. I'm sure your mother would like to know that she doesn't have to arrange any more interviews."

Yasashi's entire head went red with embarassment, he opened his mouth and closed it like a fish, "I-yer-err-ye-uh-- G-go home Vega!"

The Chivalrous Hero's apprentice turned on her heel and walked away with a smug look on her face, getting back into the car without another word. Yasashi let out a groan as the vehicle's engines kicked back on and slowly moved away from the scene. As it did, he rubbed his head and offered a big hand to the two of them. "Sorry about her..."

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Momo would get exactly two pats in before Jun took a step back, her super anxiety not allowing for human contact to last longer than a fraction of a second. "Please don't touch," she says, trying her best to contain herself. It was barely working, and it wasn't helped by the fact that on top of having "coffee" all in her hair, whipped cream was now mashed in there good, too. Today was turning out to be a bad day. The exchange between Momo and Yasashi was a brief one, but Jun moved to intercept the towel before it could get into the other girl's hands. If her idea of helping was smooshing more of the cream into Jun's hair, then she preferred to take care of it herself. The other woman got a glance from Jun, and her words were...cryptic. Maybe it was because Jun was socially inept and incapable of understanding what was being said, or maybe it was because her family was at best upper middle class. Either way, a lot of meaning was lost and all she knew was that the guy didn't fully appreciate the comment. Either way, Jun felt the need to speak up about it. "For the record, I didn't crash because of him. I crashed because I miscalculated something. He just forced me to change the nature of my crash, being in my way and all." Ah, what it's like to be proud and ignorant. As the woman moved off and he offered his hand, she just looked at it then back up at him. "I don't mean any offense, I just don't do contact well. Erm..." She offered a bow instead, sighing. "Junsuina Kanjo, I'm with the hero department." Aimoto Momo Taka Yasashi

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Momo reached for the towel only for it to disappear. Is he a magician?! It turned out that he was not, in fact, a magician. Now the other girl had the towel following her blunt, but understandable, demand.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I should have asked permission first! I just wanted to help...”

She bonked her forehead in embarrassment. A sticky smear of whipped cream now marked her head too. Since Jun now had the towel, Momo’s only option was to try and wipe her hands clean along the hem of her skirt. That didn’t seem to bother her so much as she was busy puzzling over what the woman that was carried away by the limo had said.

And then it clicked.

Momo looked up at Yasashi with eyes even wider than normal in obvious awe. “Your Quirk is making people fall?” Then she frowned. “Why would you make us crash though? That’s not very nice!” He was two-for-two on the meaning going over the young women’s heads. Though the way the conversation was going now, who knew if that was better or worse for him.

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[Taka Yasashi]

TAKAYASASHI

Yasashi's smile recovered a little bit as he stood crouched next to the girl who introduced herself as Junsuina Kanjo. Next to him the silly girl, Momo, who had been plodding about with the whipped cream in Jun's hair apologized emphatically, insisting she'd just wanted to help. When she turned down his hand with a glance he was mollified to hear that it wasn't his appearance that bothered him, it was that she didn't like physical contact with people.

He scratched the back of his head, "I understand, nice to meet you Miss Junsuina." He offered politely. 

He turned towards Momo when she bonked herself on the head and his expression grew horrified as she began to try to piece together the situation in her own way at her own pace. 

"W-what? N-no! That's not my quirk!" He babbled, holding up his hands. "It's err uh..." He hesitated, it felt wrong to lie but he'd already put it on the transcript that his quirk was a Paragon-type. "S-strength. My quirk is being strong." Yasashi said and felt his stomach twist. His mother was right, it was easier to lie on a piece of paper. This felt horrible.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun began to wipe off the coffee to the best of her ability, as well as the whipped cream, and not making a ton of progress. At least with the whipped confection in her hair, which...she'd have to hope and pray Gen wasn't in her dorm, else she might end up smiting him. "Jun is sufficient," she says, sighing as she felt the sugar and every other thing that was in that "coffee" latch onto her skin and suit. This was awful, and she wanted to be mad but getting mad would get her no where, unfortunately. Especially since Momo didn't do this out of malice, and was just trying to be helpful. At least, that was what Jun thought the case was. She caught something strange in Yasashi's voice as he explained his "quirk", pausing the cleaning to try and register it. He seemed nervous and it was almost like he was fumbling over his words. Wasn't he? Or was she going crazy? Either way, she'd hand the towel over to Momo, pointing to her forehead. "You should take care of that," she says, sighing. "And you...is that really what your quirk is?" Aimoto Momo Taka Yasashi

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Momo’s head joined the cream in being whipped as she looked to Yasashi and Jun then back again… and again and again and again and ag- enough times for her to feel a little on the dizzy side. Clearly she was missing something in the exchange because she hadn’t picked up on the trail of deceit the young was tripping over with his words.

Most people would probably eventually reach the logical conclusion. Not Momo though. Even if she hadn’t been distracted by Jun handing her the towel for her forehead. “Huh?” Momo stared at the towel in her hands for a few seconds. Eventually that light bulb did turn on, but not through any crack investigative work on Momo’s part. It only happened because the whipped cream on her forehead chose that moment to drip a dot onto the tip of her nose.

“Oh!”

Instead of wiping her nose clean, Momo stuck her tongue out and began a very difficult recovery effort by trying to lick the whipped cream off. She had already lost so much of her precious drink that she did want to let any more go to waste. Not that she had a sugar or caffeine addiction! Definitely not one she’d try to hide by keeping the focus on Yasashi and unwittingly helping Jun’s suspicion in the process. Sort of. Because talking was hard to do when her tongue was up and out the whole time.

“Why woulmb dab be hith cork? Luk how big he ib!”

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[Taka Yasashi]

TAKAYASASHI

Yasashi rubbed his neck awkwardly as Jun fixed him with a stare. Of course, he didn't want to divluge the true facts to just anyone. Even so, the discomfort at lying felt even worse. He glanced up at Jun's face, the piercing stare she shot him making him wilt a little. His massive frame feeling small under the stare of his senior. His confidence had been cracked by his mother's relentless and ruthless training.

He blinked when Momo chimed in and snorted out a laugh, he couldn't help himself. "Hah! You can't talk and do that at the same time, it's hard to understand you!" He chuckled, but the meaning of her words came through pretty well either way.

He rubbed his nose, "Well, my quirk gives me a big body, that's true, or what the doctors said anyway," He offered with a shrug, "But its main power isn't very good for hero work so I'd rather not talk about it," He admitted, looking away with a flush on his face, "I'd rather just use my strength to help people, than scare them with er..." He stumbled again and glanced at the silly face Momo was making. He snorted out another laugh.

He glanced at the more severe looking Jun and mumbled, "...bones."

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun couldn't help but stare at Momo. She had met a lot of weird, quirky, and outright unusual individuals throughout her life, but she had never run into someone like her. Or...maybe she had, and she didn't know it? Also, she was averse to touch, so was that like calling the kettle black? Either way, she kept the towel offered out to Momo, looking away briefly. "You'd have a much easier time with this. Just uh. Just saying. I mean, I'm getting a shower right after this anyways, so..." She hadn't touched the comment on how big Yasashi was, partly because she didn't understand it but also because looks were deceiving. Mutations were a good way to alter body size, not to mention there were cases of gigantism. For all Jun knew Yasashi could generate muffins or something like that. Which wouldn't be a very good ability as a hero...buuuuuut maybe if he generated enough so that they could create a seal... She blinked, coming out of her thoughts as he mentioned scaring people, which was an honest concern, but the word 'bone' caught her attention. The cogs in her head turned, trying to gather meaning from that. Was he talking about his own quirk, or someone else's? She shrugged, looking down at herself then back up at him. "I mean, a lot of quirks aren't necessarily good for hero work. I have a friend that can only replicate liquids and fine grains, but with how smart he is I can see him being able to put it to good use if he ever went into the field. Quirks are tools, and what matters in the end is how you use them." Taka Yasashi Aimoto Momo

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“Success!”

Momo had managed to get the whipped cream off her nose. Of course, a battle wasn’t properly concluded unless one did the mandatory victory pose. Which is exactly what Momo did following her monumental achievement. Then she remembered this wasn’t about her because now Yasashi had followed his laughter at her display with a sullen look. Reality had that effect on some people, but not Momo! She was really good at making up her own reality with things besides facts and logic. Like how she felt! And currently, she felt that bones weren’t so bad. And now that she had freed her tongue, she could tell them all about it without the earlier language barrier.

“What’s wrong with bones anyway? I bet dogs love you! Best Quirk perk!”

She immediately began to look around to see if there were any pooches in the area to test her 100% accurate theory. There had to be a dog around. There was always a dog around in a movie at times like these. And if there wasn’t…

Momo whistled.

She’d just have to summon one herself!

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