[Homura Makishima]

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]By now, Homura has the hallways of U.A.U mapped out to a T. There is nothing that surprises him now as he moves from classroom to classroom; he knows to either flare his quirk to push others away just enough to establish a bubble around himself, or swiftly duck out of the way of over-eager freshmen desperate to get to their next professor. Beyond these corridors, his awareness is abysmal (and it certainly isn't helped by the ever-present whispering of his ego, begging him to consider why he should even bother being aware of others to begin with), but within them? Oh, he's practically omnipotent.

This is to say, he has never once bumped into someone without meaning to. If his shoulder has thumped against someone else's, or if his hand has strayed from his side to meet someone else's, then such has only ever happened with his full intent. He doesn't accidentally bump into people. He simply doesn't.

A god ought to be better than that.

One could also say, in regards to the divine, that they should not entertain themselves with their phone while heading out from their last class of the day. Such modern behavior doesn't invoke the aged divinity that his followers would like to believe that he has, and yet here he is. Here is Homura, scrolling away on his phone with one hand while the other spins a gold ring 'round and 'round on his middle finger.

Social media, he's decided, is a plague. A vermin that should not exist. However, he must endure its existence for now; he carries the burden of it so that others don't. That's his rationale for having a few profiles here and there, anyhow. Every password and account is of course shared with his guardians, but... well, frankly speaking, he doesn't reckon that they check it all too often.

It's as he's switching from one app to another that something ahead of him snags his gaze. A door opens, and out steps someone a little too fast for him to properly react to. The mouth on his cheek and the back of his hands open individually, yet no call of push or pull comes out.

The only sound, for a brief moment, is a heavy thump as he bumps straight into the figure.

Now, Homura is not a particularly bulky figure. He's athletic, sure, and handsome to boot, but he's not a brick wall. Still, his stride was confident while it lasted, and a fair bit of momentum was brought right from him to the poor sap that bumped into him.

Homura steps back on instinct, then huffs. He should ask if the person's okay. He should make sure that he didn't hurt them somehow.

Instead, the first thing out of his mouth - his proper one, not one of the additional ones - is a curt "Watch where you're going."

Truly, he is the picture of politeness.

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[zaya]

Classes sometimes never seemed to end; Hero studies today was no exception, and dragged on for ages. Zaya had lost interest in the topic on the blackboard quickly, something about branding, and spent most of class playing with her hair or folding paper into various shapes; Not like she could pay much attention anyway, since she’d had to skip lunch due to sleeping in, and her quirk had sucked most of her energy away like a vampire.



About a hundred half assed origami shapes later, the bell had rung, and Zaya sprung up, energy flowing into her as she thought of her destination; Bed.

Opening the door and being the first out of class, she prepared to make a beeline for her dorm, when something large and hard knocked her to her feet.



Worse yet, this thing had the gall to talk down to her; Make it seem like the collision was her fault.

“Where I’m going? How about you watch where you’re going, you Cro-Magnon!” Dusting off her UA uniform, she stood up, and heard a few loud thuds on the ground. Turning, Zaya saw the culprit for the noise and cringed; Her books, all out of her bag and on the floor, with the herd of classmates pouring out more occupied on getting to their next class than helping.

“Great, and now look what you did! You’d better help pick those up.” She ordered sternly. Having to expend energy scolding this guy was just compounding her annoyance; Even if he did apologize and help, this was still going to be a hassle.

[Homura Makishima]

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]There's something very entertaining about freshmen. Mind, not entertaining in a fun way. No, to Homura, it's the same type of entertainment one might get out of watching a toddler fall while running around. It's hilarious, but you know the kid might hurt themselves, so you go and check on him. That, to Homura, is the same sort of humor at play here - barring, of course, the part about checking to see if the child's okay.

Cro-magnon? Homura thinks for a moment, then clicks his tongue. Oh. She must've learned about Upper Paleolithic figures today. Baby's first big word insult.

He pockets his phone, runs a hand through his hair, and looks down at the knocked over books. Not too many for one person to carry... In fact, now that he's looking at them, it probably wouldn't be that big of a hassle to help her pick them up. Then again, it also wouldn't be that big of a hassle for her to do it herself.

"You have no idea how social transactions work, do you?" It's asked bluntly, without a single trace of hostility or emotion. "First: Cro-Magnon? Seriously?" He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Upper paleolithic insults only matter if someone knows what they're calling you. If I were anyone else, brat, they'd probably look at you like you're having a stroke - or that you're just trying to look smart."

He glances down to the books, then back to her. "And you're failing at it, by the way. No intelligent person carries that many books when laptops and binders exist. Second: You ran into me because you came out of that classroom like a damn chicken with its head cut off." He drums his fingers against his sleeves.

"Now, since your absentee parents clearly didn't teach you manners, let me give you a quick lesson." He waves a hand down to the books. "When you want help picking up your books, you say please. And when we want to look presentable out in public, we do something with our hair that isn't that." He nods to her haircut. "So. Let's run that again. You bumped into me. What do you say?"

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[zaya]

What the hell was wrong with this guy? He spoke like a stereotypical rich douchebag from a C-list movie.
“Social transaction? What are you, a bank? Its called a conversation.” The books were just an afterthought now. Hell, getting back to bed had been changed to a secondary objective. Right now, this was guy was pissing her off, and Zaya was not about to let it fly.

“Ok, first off for YOU, these books were assigned to me by the school. I wouldn’t carry them otherwise. Secondly, you should’ve seen the door opening; But I guess your head was too far up your ass for that.”
He had correctly guessed that her parents weren’t around much, but that still didn’t give him a right to his lecture. “You bumped into me. When you do that, you don’t say ‘watch where you’re going’, you say, ‘my bad, let me help you with that’.”
With the heat of everything going on, Zaya didn’t even know whose fault it was anymore, she just knew she wanted to punch that smugness off this prick; But that would look tacky, so words would work instead.
“And who are you to insult my hair? Yours looks like your brain is trying to escape from your head…Though that would explain a lot.” Crossing her arms, Zaya felt fairly confident with her insult. “And if anyone is lacking matters here, its you, pinky. Now are you going to help me pick up my books or not?”
By now a couple students were watching from the ends of the hallway, drawn to gawk by the ensuing argument.

[Homura Makishima]

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]He listens, and shows absolutely no reaction to her insults. Do not mistake indifference for lack of emotion, of course; he's actually a little impressed by her insults, and the one about his hair actually seems to make him glance at a few stray pink strands here and there. Not one he hasn't heard before, but a rare one nonetheless. Shame she won't be getting any compliments out of him right now.

No response to the parents. He thinks for a moment, letting her keep going. No wonder she has that sort of look about her. This chick's fatherless.

His gaze moves to the other students watching, those who've begun gawking at the verbal warfare going on just outside of a classroom. Admittedly, part of him wants to rip this girl to shreds. He has a thousand insults bubbling on the tip of his tongue, though his expression gives none of it away.

Instead, he takes a deep breath, sighs, and looks at her as though she's nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum.

"You done?" He asks, tilting his head to the side. "Got all of that out of your system?"

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[zaya]

This guy was beyond cocky; He was talking down to her like she was some kind of child. Granted, he looked older, but not by a huge margin. While Zaya wanted to keep up with the insults, that’d probably just fuel his ego even further.
“I’m done once you help me pick this stuff up. You ran into me, you have to help me out. Does that make sense to you?” Zaya was trying to mimic his tactic, seem like the bigger man. Or, person.
Still, the vibe this guy was giving off couldn’t help but remind her of someone; One of the Thunderbolts, or maybe a few of them blended together. She’d already encountered the child of another of her father’s teammates, so maybe they sent yet another to watch her?

No, Mark had sought her out, this guy would’ve done the same. Besides, he looked like a senior and didn’t resemble any of the Thunderbolts; Blademaster would be the closest both in looks and personality, but the ages didn’t match up.

So he was just your average, run of the mill ass. “Its your fault, so you gotta pick up the books.” Zaya stated. Her voice, while assertive, was starting to sound more groggy and tired. This argument was eating away at her energy, and unless she drained someone or ate something, it would keep going down. “Or are you just going to walk away and not take responsibility like an overgrown child?”

At this point, it would’ve been far quicker and easier to just pick up the books herself, but that was besides the point.

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]Oh, he really wants to walk away. He really does. But eyes are still on him, and his mind refuses to let him move when how others perceive him is on the line.

"Again, kid. You ran into me. Not the other way around." He corrects, but he leans down to wave a hand over the books. A mouth on the back of his hand opens up, and speaks - "Pull."

There's a beat. A few spare seconds, a delay that can feel like a lifetime in combat - but, in the moment, is nothing more than a few blinks and breaths.

Then, an unseen force yanks the books upwards, pulling them against his hand. The radius's expansion also happens to pull a few other books towards his hand and, in short order, he's able to collect each one. It's a swift solution to an annoying girl's demand and, above all else, it briefly puts the ball back in his court as he straightens himself up, the radius vanishing as quick as it began to exert itself.

The mouth on the back of his hand closes. No more comes from it.

It's almost as though he makes a point to gather the books quickly, as though to show how swiftly the problem could be resolved had she been polite in the first place - but, of course, his kindness is not without a clause.

"Now," He holds the books up, using his height to hold them above her, out of her reach. "What do we say?"

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[zaya]

Now he was calling her kid.
Kid.
Zaya always knew she was shorter in stature and less…Endowed than the other girls, but she hoped that at least by being at UAU she’d get a little respect.
Watching his quirk activate, she felt a little unhinged at the creepy looking mouth hands, but got over it fairly instantly. At first it seemed like he was genuinely trying to make amends and help her with the mess he had created, which would’ve helped quell her anger a bit, only for him to hold the books at a height she couldn’t reach.
The goth’s eye twitched, either from physical exhaustion or exhaustion at this guy’s bullshit; It didn’t matter, she intended to deal with this issue all the same.
Taking a step towards him, Zaya started to reach her right hand as if going for the book, only to try to grab onto Homura’s side. The second she’d make contact, the girl would activate her Toxcicity and begin draining him of his energy.
Should her sneaky grab work, Homura would quickly start to feel his energy getting drained; A numbness would engulf the affected area, and, should he not shake her off quickly enough, the numbness would spread through his entire body.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Had she gotten even a bit of energy, Zaya’s tone would change drastically; Tiredness no longer in her voice, replaced with a much more peppy energy.
If Homura happened to drop the books during this encounter, Zaya would quickly deposit them into her bag, and start to skipping gleefully back to her dorm, not caring about the state she left her senior in.

[Homura Makishima]

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]In an ideal world, the entire encounter would have been handled not by him, but by an actual higher power; the more time he spent with this kid, the more it dawned on him that fatherless was likely an understatement. The haircut, the demeanor, everything about her radiated a greater sense of either entitlement, laziness, or stuck-up attitudes - and, frankly, he only cared for one of those aspects, being quite fond of it himself.

If nothing else, though, the girl was actually saying thank you. That, to him, was a win.

She reaches, and he starts to lower the books to her. Then, her hand strays - and there's a faint numbness on his side. It takes him a second to notice it, numbness creeping out from the starting area, but he notices it all the same. There's an alertness as the contact registers with him; the idea of getting any form of germs on him from this kid... Oh, it sends his mind into a brief - but potent - spiral.

A hand speaks - "Push."

There's a brief delay. A sparse few seconds before a sudden outward force emerges around Homura's body. It's not enough to throw her back, but it ought to be enough, he thinks, to create a nice barrier between his side and her. It's only when that small breathing room is established that his demeanor slips back into that unbothered indifference.

All the same, he does hold the books out to her. That numbness irks him, but he's putting it to the side of his room; his natural energy reserves are already low, and the slight depletion - while certainly noticed - is masked by a demeanor that has been trained to look as unbothered as possible... at least, where matters beyond physical contact are concerned.

"You're welcome." He puts his hands into his pockets once the books are taken. He has to swallow his pride, and it tastes bitter to do so. "Sorry for being... defensive." A very careful choice of words there on his part. "I'll watch where I'm going, and hopefully you won't make a habit of sprinting out of rooms. Fair?"

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[zaya]

She’d forced him to react; That was enough for her; Not to mention the energy she’d drained had put the pep back into her step.
Taking her books back with a jubilant smile, she responding with a much kinder tone, with just a hint of snark.

“That’s alright;” She started, putting her books comfortably back into her bag. “I think you got the idea; Just don’t do it again, ok?” To Homura, it would seem like Zaya’s personality had done a complete 180; The mopey girl had been replaced with a much happier looking face; This was partially due to the energy siphon, and partially due to Zaya now feeling like she was in control of the situation, with books in hand and far more energy than before.
Turning around, she gave a friendly wave to him; The girl debated getting some exercise in now that she had the energy for it…But the allure of jumping into her soft comfortable bed was too great, and her destination remained her dorm. “Oh, and I’m Zaya by the way.” She called before going out of earshot. “Later brain boy.”

The small crowd that had gathered around the two had already started to disperse after the likelihood of a fight went away, and by the time Zaya had rounded the corner, everyone had already left to their classes.
In hindsight, Zaya thought, Homura was a jerk, but not as big of a jerk as she’d taken him for initially.

“He was kinda cute, though. Too bad his personality is in the gutter…”