[Shion Utsui]

黄昏が来た。 Ground Beta, an entire portion of Tokyo located within U.A.'s training facilities. It was a replica, of course. There were no people, or present traffic clogging the streets as they would in the actual city. But despite the city being fake, the sun that shown down onto it was the same one above Tokyo- its sunset seemed to be especially red today, the sky a harsh orange with streaks of tinted clouds forming natural patterns along the canvas. In Shion's eyes, it was like a dark grey paintbrush had left a great streak along the palette of orange. "Hey. . . now that I think about it- why did I name you Toto?" The youth with feminine dress sat on the edge of the 5-story rooftop, eating a large anman as his friend lay prone next to him. Orange light bore down onto both of them, making Shion's hair look a deep shade of red, and Toto's whiskers gold. He looked towards the alien creature for an answer, but Toto gave no such thing. Those eyes simply stared dead into the orange sky, their fleshy body staying still as a plant. "It'd be great if you could answer me- names are important." Shion took another bite, continuing the one-sided conversation with his mouth full. He chewed, savoring the sweet taste as his thoughts were forced to go in a more bitter direction. "Shion" was a name he never learned to appreciate- it was too similar to his sister's name. They always said they had named them both in that way because they were twins, his parents.  But more than any other time in his life, now his own name only reminded him of Mion each time he was called. Panya Echiiro

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[Panya Echiiro]

The bubbling magma clung to his arm like an unstable gauntlet; occasionally, the magma would “pop” or burst, dripping down onto the floor with an audible hisss. Panting, Echiiro pushed himself, expanding and creating more magma until it became a giant fist about two times the size of his own. He threw out a punch, launching the magma into the large pond that rested in the center of the park.

The magma fist exploded as it came into contact with water, hissing as it cold, and groaning as water was thrown into the sky and crashed down onto the shores– soaking Echiiro in the process. The young man collapse to his knees, feeling sluggish, tired, and, most importantly, hot.

The explosion was loud, loud enough that anyone in the simulation room could hear.

That’s not enough, Echiiro heard a voice say in the back of his mind. Whether it was his father’s voice or his own, Echiiro could not tell.

“That’s not enough,” He repeated. He stood up with a wobbly before collapsing back onto the grass.

Shion Utsui

[Shion Utsui]

私に気づいて。 In any timeline, it would have been impossible for Shion to have not noticed the cloud of vapor rising out of the artificial lake. Its shape didn't resemble the one in the orange canvas above, in fact, the tall, mushroom-like shape of Echiiro's creation was still a season too early. Maybe an apt comparison was that it was a quick watercolor as opposed to the oil paint that Shion saw in the sky. Nonetheless, the youth's head turned toward the source of the noise. He half-expected to be alone at this time, though that being wrong wasn't surprising to him- this area was a public space for students and faculty after all. His mouth curled into a light smile, winning over the wistful look that had been so dominant when only Toto was here. "Heeeeh~ so he's the one who did it. Toto, can you see him?" The creature lifted itself upright, shuffling over to the ledge like a robotic vacuum would. Their eyes were barely above the small wall that separated the roof from thin air, which stared off towards the boy in the distance. "Can't see his face huh. . . " Shion muttered, reaching into his pocket as his curiosity got the better of him. A little kit made of black plastic was taken into his fingers, before being pulled up and promptly opened. But it wasn't the skincare products inside that he was after- but rather the mirror on the lid. He lifted it up, allowing the setting sun to reflect its orange paint strokes towards the boy below. The small beacon would annoy Echiiro with a couple solar flashes, pestering him for attention. Panya Echiiro

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[Panya Echiiro]

“I need to think of a name for that super move,” Echiiro stated, panting. He took a moment to wipe the sweat that collected on his brow and fall into the scorched grass. Hopefully, he was alone in the simulation room. After all, he couldn’t get in trouble for sneaking off to train without supervision. And well, that sound of his quirk, alongside the steam cloud, would have alerted everyone to his presence.

He should’ve been more careful. “Great Eruption? Scorching first?” Echiiro started to name off potential names for a super move. All of them were terrible. All of them were basic and made off of some magma pun. “Ugh, Homare would’ve been better at naming super moves than I; maybe I should call her….”

Catching his breath, Echiiro went to take his phone out. But then he noticed someone shining light in his eyes. “WHAT?” He shouted, his discretion fading under anger. “STOP THAT. EITHER ALERT CAMPUS SECURITY OR STOP SHINING THE LIGHT IN MY EYES!”

Shion Utsui

[Shion Utsui]

私に気づいて。 Two figures dotted the canvas of orange, humans that were opposites in the spectrum of looks- but were drawn with the same paints in the end. Did they know? Could little figures like them recognize what the bigger picture even looked like. Eiichiro's yelling allowed the youth's mind to give way, releasing a demeanor that was rather cheekier than usual. He usually wasn't one to start fights, but in an unusual situation like this- it could result in some harmless fun. "YEAH? GET UP HERE AND TAKE IT THEN BIG GUY!" Shion shouted back from his vantage point on top of the building. A smile that he couldn't resist forming on his face from annoying some stranger he hadn't even seen fully- despite there being a lack of gravity within the action, he felt like a little troublemaker already. Toto slumped by their friend's feet, lethargically uninterested in what the youth was up to. Panya Echiiro

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[Panya Echiiro]

Echiiro felt a vein twitch and pop in his forehead. Tonight, the magma brat wanted to train, to push himself beyond his limits without the careful watch of the instructors. Reckless, yes, potentially dangerous, hell, yes, but necessary. So, when this brat decided to flash some light in his eyes with whatever device he had, Echiiro was pissed. Which was, admittedly, nothing usual, seeing that Echiiro was almost always pissed.

Then, this brat, challenged him. Echiiro audibly growled. “I AM GOING TO MELT THAT DARN THING!”

He shouted.

Which wasn’t entirely true. Echirro was exhausted. He had been there for hours and hours practicing, and previously, the young magma brat pushed himself a bit too much. For that reason, when he took a step forward in a “threatening manner,” Echiiro fell flat on his face, with an audible ‘groan’ of pain and fatigue.

“Ughhhhhh”

[Shion Utsui]

私に気づいて。 Eh. . . ? This isn't happening. . . right? There's no way he just fell over! The one time Shion tried to cause a bit of mischief for fun, it went wrong. Of course it did, some people just weren't allowed to cause trouble for fun, even though some people seemed to get away with it every single time. "Toto, take me down!" Eiichiro would have heard the panicked voice call out to someone else as his vision went from bright light to the dull tone of earth. It was followed a few seconds later by the sound of something impacting the ground, followed by the footsteps of running in sneakers. A repetition that grew louder over time. A soft hand would grab his arm. It struggled to lift the heavy ton of bone and muscle for a few moments, but managed to flip Eiichiro over in the end, bringing the divide of orange and fading blue to his eyes. Undoubtedly, it would have been a job easier done with both hands- yet it was done with only one. Perhaps the human it was connected to wanted to show off? Typical of a place like U.A. "Are you okay?! Please don't be a heart attack or something. . ." The face that would enter the fallen boy's view would be one that was clearly effeminate. Was this a girl that had been mocking him the whole time? No. . . even with the voice and face, the well-defined shoulders and collarbone visible through his shirt stated otherwise. Shion's mostly smooth magenta hair, framing yellow eyes, was broken up by a strand of bandages that were wrapped around his head, particularly covering his forehead. Other patches of gauze were visibly stuck to places like his cheek and his exposed arm, as well as scabs from a few negligible cuts here and there. Whatever event the youth with the worried expression had run into beforehand, it had not been kind to him physically. Panya Echiiro

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[Panya Echiiro]

You got to be shitting me, am I that exhausted? Echiiro thought bitterly to himself. This is embarrassing!

A panic voice called out for someone or something, followed by sneakers crunching against the grass, which tickled his nose and caused him to sneeze. Echiiro’s nose was assaulted by the grass, which tickled his nostrils and invaded his sense of smell. He groaned loudly, his body feeling heavier than usual as fatigue clouded his mind and thoughts. Well, at least I know I’ve done a good workout, Echiiro thought, as gentle hands grabbed his arms and tried to get him up.

The stranger would feel that Echiiro’s skin was scalding, as if he had been standing out in the sun for hours and hours. He willed himself to sit up, using the stranger’s strength to his advantage, but at last, he didn’t care to get up. Echiiro stared at the figure before him, a small feminine fellow with beautiful pink hair, and a strange animal had found him.

"Cute"

Echiiro said in his tired and weakened state.

“I’m fine,” Echiiro said coarsely, “Just reached my limit. Get off me, I don't need your help, just need some water or something”

[Shion Utsui]

炎の少年。 "O-ow!" The youth pulled his hand back in response to the scalding heat that was from the other boy's skin. It recalled a memory of when he touched the side of a pot making stew as a child, burning his finger. But what made this frustrating for him was that normally humans wouldn't be this hot! And this was his "good" hand too! Now it might just hurt to use both! As soon as Echiiro sat up however, Shion managed to forget the pain in his hand when he saw the boy's face. He wasn't exactly his type. In fact, he would have preferred it more if his black hair was shorter and spiked upwards- sort of like how students like Farrin seemed to have it at times. But he couldn't deny that the well-crafted face and rough voice reminded him of a certain person. One who seemed to exude the same aura as him, a person Shion hadn't met for 3 years. Cute. "Huh. . ." It took Shion a few seconds to process what Echiiro had just said to him. The voice was weak, but the youth recognized it since he had heard that word directed to him so many times before. In fact, he was so used to it that even when someone as conventionally hot as the person in front of him said it, no blush appeared as a reflex. Shaking his head, he got off his awkward position off the dirt and stood up. Dusting himself while trying to respond as maturely as he could, maintaining a relieved expression since the boy seemed to be okay. "H-Hey, you normally exchange names first before saying stuff like that! Not that I don't appreciate it-" Shion debated whether to tell Echiiro explicitly that he was a boy. So far, no one seemed to have mistaken him for a woman yet- but with his appearance he didn't feel confident that it would never happen. The clinking, watery noise of ice cubes hitting the inside of a metal container would reach both their ears as the alien creature waddled over to Shion's knapsack, twisting their stalks to pick up the water bottle. Appreciatively, their friend received it with a smile when it was brought over. "Anyways, I hope you're fine with mugicha cause' it's all I got. . . Oh yeah, I drank out of it already- so if you want, I can just pour it in your mouth no-contact so it won't feel gross! If you care about that." He unscrewed the lid off the bottle, exposing the smaller pond within to the walking pyroclast. And though he didn't address it, Shion couldn't help but notice the boy's "strong" front. He didn't need help? Yeah right, just as he needs someone else to help em' up and get him a drink! But who knows, maybe there'd be something redeeming about him. Something he couldn't see yet. Panya Echiiro

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[Panya Echiiro]

“Ugh,”

Echiiro groaned in discomfort. Perhaps he shouldn’t have pushed himself so far, but then again, there was that age-old saying, ‘no pain no game.’ Admittedly, the magma brat lived by that code, however, he took that stubbornness too far at times. This was one of the times in which he took things too far and this time, his siblings or father wasn’t there to throw water on him to cool himself off.

Despite this small guy annoying him by shining light into his eyes, a small part of Echiiro was happy to see someone willing to help him. The young man tucked his messy, medium-length, black hair, underneath his ear. He did not realize what he had said, if he did, well, Echiiro would be ashamed of himself– Auden’s speech was rubbing off on him and that was an annoying thing.

“What are you talking about?” Echiiro said, a bit dazed. “I didn’t say anything offensive to you? My god why are people such babies!”

Clank-clink-clank-clink

The sound of ice rubbing within a bottle caught Echiiro’s attention. Like a three-year-old, the young hero made grabby hands towards the alien creature. He hoped that it was water, but the stranger told him that it was mugicha instead. That didn’t matter; Echiiro just needed to cool down. Echiiro took the bottle from the stranger.

Then he tore open the bottle and chugged the mugicha.

“Thank you,” He said pulling the bottle away from his lips. “I could’ve handled it myself, but I appreciate the drink …..”

Echiiro found the strength to stand up, then tore his shirt off, revealing his muscular physique.

“Who are you, by the way?” He asked hobbling to the pond.

[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空。 "Baby. . . ? You're the one who said I was cute out of nowhere!" Shion responded absentmindedly, confused as to why Echiiro's defense mechanism was triggered by seemingly an innocuous statement. Geez, all he wanted to know was what this guy was on to act like he did. He took back the bottle with a dismissive expression as soon as the other boy was done, screwing the cap on even though there was barely anything left inside. Someone of Echiiro's size appeared to be more demanding in resources. "'Welcome- and suuure you could've, if you were gonna risk a nasty stomachache drinking from that pond." The youth responded sarcastically, yet playfully to his claim of being able to handle himself when things could've easily gone awry if Shion hadn't been there. But as Echiiro took off his top, something took Shion's attention away. Toto sat at his feet, looking up into their friend's eyes. Intensely, Toto stared. Shion looked back down at their multiple pupils in confusion- it was like he was forgetting something, and that the creature knew. "You-" Shion whipped around, focusing his now on-guard gaze towards the pyroclast going towards the water. It was unmistakable. The physical features, attitude, clothing, and quirk all matched those from the rumors around class. "You're that delinquent in our class year!" Echiiro's question? Unanswered. The youth's realization hit him so hard that basic courtesy failed him, as the thought of being in danger was more urgent. Panya Echiiro

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