[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"] I want lots of cash. Seriously, like, a lot. This is a Haiku. I don't want to work. Make it so that I don't work. This is a Haiku. Breakfast would be nice. I'll take a hot omurice. This is a Haiku. My back is itchy. Can you scratch that one spot, please? This is a Haiku. The Star Festival was one of Sebastian's favorite holidays. Why? Because it was one of the few times of the year where it was socially acceptable to ask for unreasonable things! He knew that this whole wishing thing was bullshit, but on the off chance that it wasn't...Well, why not hedge your bets, right? And so he wrote hundreds of different haikus on his homework assignments and hung them up on any bamboo branch that he could find, spreading them out just so his wishes had a high chance of being spotted by the wish-goblins (those are a thing, right?). He started off by throwing his wishes onto bamboo trees around the campus. He figured he'd start where he lives and work his way out into the city until his wishes were all over the place. "Huh...Ain't no room for my wishes on this tree. I should've wished for more bamboo trees at U.A. ...Wait, no that wouldn't work because then I'd still need a tree to put that wish on," he mused aloud. Shrugging his shoulders, he took a peak at some of the wishes on one of the branches so that he could throw it away to make room for his far more important wishes. "Please cure my grandma of her terminal..." he muttered. "Boring!" he shouted, throwing the wish off the branch and dropping it on the ground. Then he replaced it with his wish for omurice. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Aimoto Momo •

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“Omurice, omurice~ Once it’s in my tum, it’ll be so nice~”

The chipper melody carried ahead of Momo as she trotted across campus grounds toward her favorite picnic spot, arms laden with necessary supplies. Namely a cliche checkered blanket and an even more cliche picnic basket. Part of the latter’s contents were currently being exposed by the song’s contents.

“Omurice, omuri-”

A pause.

“What else rhymes with rice besides nice?”

Momo came to a full stop to think. She could walk and talk, or sing in this case, well enough, but adding in thinking was pushing it. That required most of the freshman’s resources.

“Mice! But I don’t want mice at my picnic… Ice! Oh, it’s summertime, so probably no ice…”

Rhyming conundrum aside, surely nothing else could cause Momo any problems. It was too nice of a day! The sun was shining, birds (and soon again to be Momo) were singing, and the omurice tucked away in her basket with other assorted goodies was fresh, hot, and ready to be eaten.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Man, people really do wish for lame things, don't they? World peace? Good health? True love? Lame. Lame. Lame. These poor chumps really don't see the bigger picture, eh? Maybe he ought to wish that people were more like him. ...On second thought, that'd be a bad idea. If everyone was like him, then there wouldn't be any suckers for people like him to prey on. Speaking of... "How's about Weiss! No, wait that doesn't make sense. Also, you wouldn't get it. Only one person would get it. Actually, she probably wouldn't get it either. In fact, I don't even get it! Why did I say that?" he rambled like a crazy person, expressively emoting and waving his arms frantically. "Ooh! I know! How about beggar's lice! Which would be me. Actually, half of me. I'm one of those things. Hint: Not the the latter. If I were both of those things, I'd be a plant, but I guess I could be a plant since I have no intention of leaf-ing you alone. That joke makes more sense in English, by the way. Anyway, give me your omurice!" he said with a smile and a finger gun. "...Actually, you've got other things in there, eh? I'll take that too. Smells good. Although, I understand if you're only willing to part with the omurice since I technically only wished for omurice." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Aimoto Momo •

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“Weiss? What’s a Wei- Wait. I didn’t say that.”

Momo turned toward the voice responsible for interrupting the absolutely riveting conversation she was having with herself. “Eh? Do beggar’s lice eat omurice?” She cocked her head from one side to the other as she asked the question like a confused puppy hearing a squeaky toy for the first time.

“Beggars don’t demand food though, you know! They ask nicely! Pretty please and everything!”

To be fair, Momo had no idea if that was true since she had never met one personally, and he did kind of look like a beggar with how disheveled he presented himself, but Momo doubted they were allowed to just wander around campus harassing students and faculty. If he had actually been a beggar, Momo would have absolutely given up her food though. She was fortunate enough to not be struggling when it came to food. Even with how much she ate to keep her energy up. Unfortunately, she was still enough of a bleeding heart to compromise between the stranger’s unreasonable wants and her own rumbling stomach.

“I’m hungry, so you can’t have it all, but I’ll share with you!”

Besides, Momo had made her own wishes for the holiday. She wanted to make new friends. He looked pretty friend-shaped, so that was a good sign!

Right?

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]This was usually around the time when Sebastian would get told to fuck off, so it came as quite the surprise when he didn't. She wasn't just screwing with him, was she? I mean, there's no way that someone could be that friendly, right? ... He squinted his eyes and leaned forward so that his face was just inches away from hers. He looked her dead in the eyes with a scrutinizing intensity that bore to the very depths of the soul. Then as quickly as he invaded her space, he pulled away. "Wow, that's crazy," he exclaimed, sandwiching his face between his hands. He had met quite a handful of friendly people at U.A. so far, and he managed to get each one of them to quickly declare him a piece of shit. He wondered how hard he could push this one before she reached her breaking point. It was always a fun experiment to conduct! "Well, since I am such a charitable person, I will allow you to have some of the food. You're very welcome!" he smiled, hitting her with a flourishing bow. Twirling around, he crossed his arms over his chest and fell backwards onto her picnic blanket. Right as he hit the ground, he activated his quirk to make it temporarilu bouncy to cushion the fall, his body bouncing a couple inches off the ground a few times before settling down. "Well? You going to get the food out? I can't spend all day humoring you. I do have this bag of wishes to hang, after all." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Aimoto Momo •

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Success! She was one step closer to a new best friend. Wishes really did come true.

Momo grinned wide. The stranger agreeing to share rather than take all of her food was very charitable. He could have robbed her after all! Since he didn’t, he must be a nice person. At least, that’s what Momo thought. It was a singular thought in that head full of air, but it was there nonetheless.

A second thought joined the first when she watched him seemingly bounce off the ground, tame though the motion was in general. Momo knelt down next to him and began to spread out the food, but paused to poke him. “Huh. Not a bouncy ball. Sad! Maybe you should add that to your wish list!” Then she resumed setting the picnic blanket. The promised omurice took center stage, but there were several French style pastries, lots of candy, and a few pieces of assorted fruit dipped in different chocolates and caramels.

“I call this the Momo Buffet! I fill it with my favorite things! And then one healthy thing because my mom says balance is important.”

There was a pause as Momo had her third thought.

“Oh! I’m Momo, by the way! Who are you again?”

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Wow. She really was a ditz—that or an amazing actor. She says things that are on the same level of stupid as the things he says. The key difference was that she was saying them earnestly while he only said shit like that as a bit. Since she was so unphased by his jackassery, he decided to take a different approach just to see how that would play out. "Good idea!" he nodded excitedly. "A bouncy ball would be a great wish!" He sat back up with wide eyes as she presented the spread. It was like 80% sweets, 15% plain, and 5% healthy. Sebastian didn't believe in a higher power, but this was pretty compelling evidence for the existence of one. Although he found it quite comedic that this is what she considered balanced, he wasn't about to point that out. That would be rude, and he was trying a different approach. "Wowie, really? My mom says the same thing!" he nodded, stuffing his mouth with sweets. "Wowie! It's so-so-so-so nice to meet you! My name is Sebastian Sinclaire or Sinclaire Sebastian. That's Sebastian first name and Sinclaire last name!" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Aimoto Momo •

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“It is nice to meet me! But it’s nice to meet you too!”

And so far, it was. Whatever trickery Sebastian was up to went right over Momo’s head. Wowie.

Momo began to stuff her cheeks with sweets, mimicking Sebastian and any run-of-the-mill chipmunk. She did at least have the courtesy to chew and swallow in between talking. Manners were hammered into her back at dance school. Proverbially, of course. Unlike UAU which might literally hammer a lesson in. The point was, the ill-fated combination of sweet tooth and manners didn’t stop Momo from chattering away.

“So what else is in your bag of wishes?” Momo tapped a chocolate covered finger to her chin as she tried to guess what someone she didn’t know even the slightest would wish for. “A penguin onesie? No, that’s silly. Um… more wishes! Oh, but there isn’t a limit on how many you can wish for. A scooter! Hm, maybe not. You look either too cool or too poor for a scooter. They kind of look the same to me!”

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]She's a sloppy eater too!? "She's just like me, fr fr," he thought. "Well, almost. She's unironically stupid...Unless she's also acting too in which case she really is just like me, fr fr." No. She couldn't possibly be that stupid. It was quite clear from her guess that truly was just like him. She read him like a fucking book. She knew what he wanted, and she was perceptive enough to identify that he was cool or poor! There's no way that an idiot would be able to guess what he'd wish for or even recognize how cool/poor he was! Then again, there's no way that that could be the case because he didn't actually wish for people to be more like him. Therefore, if we use the Star Festival Law, shave it down with Occam's Razor, and then wield Newton's Flaming Laser Sword, we can deduce that Momo is probably not just like him, fr fr. "A penguin onesie To replace the old one This is a Haiku He wagged the slip of paper that had his penguin onesie wish written on it. "Wowie! How'd you know? Do you have the, um...What's it called...STD? Y'know, the one that lets you read brains!" Sebastian was really wishing that he had STD now. It'd help him figure out if she was actually someone that he could take advantage of. First thing's first: he needed to figure out her financial status. "Y'know, I am pretty cool AND poor. What about you? Are you cool and poor? Lame and rich? Mid and mid?" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Aimoto Momo •

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Momo gasped. As any proper lady would at being accused of having an STD. Except that’s not what made her gasp.

“Mid?! MID?! I am not mid!”

She pouted, cheeks still full of sweets. “But I’m not rich or poor! Well, my mom isn’t. I guess I don’t have any money myself…” That was a bit of an issue. She had scholarships and still had an allowance of sorts from her mom, but she could eat through that in a day. Like now.

“Um… so cool and poor?”

They were the same, fr fr.

And even that was better than mid.

“But I’m going to be a famous Hero and dancer one day!”

She wasn’t helping her case about the STDs by not specifying that she meant ballet dancer to someone like Sebastian. She really wasn’t helping with what came next. “So then I can be cool and rich! Maybe I should wish for the STD thing! Being able to read bad guy minds would definitely help me be a better Hero!” The world was truly in trouble if thing one and thing two trying to be Heroes. Granted, only one of them was really trying.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]In his scant 20 years of life on this bitch of an Earth, Sebastian had probably missed off more than a thousand women with his blatant sexism, inappropriate comments/questions (usually about their appearance), or sexual harassment. He couldn't recall a time when he had pissed a chick off for asking if she was "mid and mid." Neat! That's a new one! "Ohhhhhh...I see. Well, good luck with that," he nodded, replying with his mouth full of food. Luckily for Momo, the fact that she wasn't rich immediately made him lose all possible romantic interest in her. She could rest assured that any future harassment from him would be because he was bored and not because he wanted her hand in marriage. "Well, I'm rooting for you, and if you happen to become rich, hit me up, and I'll gladly marry you," he winked, shooting her with his unregistered finger guns. "Whelp, I'm bored of the sweets. Omurice, please, and thank you. Once that wish has been fulfilled, I can get to wishing for other things, and then you can also scurry along to write a haiku asking Star-Santa for the power of the STD." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Aimoto Momo •

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“Marry?!”

Momo gave Sebastian a thoughtful onceover after her initial surprise. “You are pretty cute and you seem nice! But I’m going to marry for love! So you’d have to make me love you first!” As honest, clueless, and carefree as ever.

She split the omurice as promised (and ordered), giving half to Sebastian in a separate container that had previously held sweets when she realized something important. No, not that Sebastian was just a mooch planning to use her for her future money like he was using her now for her food. Something else.

“Wait… Do the wishes have to be written as haiku? I don’t know how to do that!”

Momo looked like she was on the verge of tears now. All those wishes previously made had gone to waste if that was the case. Though technically, some had already come true. Like making new friends. Maybe Sebastian was wrong! But his wish for omurice had come true, so wouldn’t that make him right? Then again, Momo had wishes come true already too. Like making new friends. Though that could have just been her usual good fortune. Momo squeezed her head between her hands to keep the handful of thoughts from leaking out in her confusion.

Hoshimatsuri is more complicated than I thought!

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Marrying for love is a sucker's game. People back in the ancient times had it right: marriage is best when done in pursuit of one's best—often financial—interests. Still, he knew that most people (wrongly) believed otherwise. If he wanted to con some dumb rich girl, he'd need to play the game. "I sure am. I'm also smart, funny, and incredibly humble, wink!" he winked. Food always tastes better when it's free. While the omurice wasn't bad, it wasn't the best because it wasn't freshly made. It sat for too long while he ate the appetizers/dessert. Because it was free, it canceled out the fact that it wasn't extra hot. He'd give it a 6/10: Technically passing. A D- is pretty good in his books. In fact, Sebastian would go so far as to say that a D- is the best possible grade. Therefore, the omurice was the greatest omurice possible. "Mmm! Yes, haikus! Here, it's supes dupes ezpz. It's three lines: first line, 5 syllables; second line, 7 syllables; third line, you say 'This is a Haiku,' which fits a 5 syllable scheme for balance, and it lets the reader know that it's a Haiku," he nodded, a foremost expert on all things Haiku-related. "Y'see, the Japanese people find simplicity and brevity to be beautiful. They're these short, poignant poems that evoke large ideas and powerful imager. I find them especially evocative because of how they say so much by not saying anything at all. The beauty in the unspoken word is immeasurable. In silent spaces, emotions and thoughts can be freely expressed, unbound by the constraints of language. That's why Haikus are short, and why they should always end with 'This is a Haiku.' It's also a neat little challenge to express as much as possible with only 12 syllables." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Aimoto Momo •

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Momo was much too distraught to argue with Sebastian about his high view of himself. She also didn’t disagree. As far as Momo knew, he really was all these things! This was due in large part to the fact that she herself was stupid, gullible, and naive. Which was why she took the following from Sebastian’s explanation:

1. Short things were beautiful. Momo agreed. She too was short and beautiful. So that tracked.

2. It needed to end with this is a haiku. That meant a third of the work was already done for her. Less work was a good thing. So clearly haikus were the superior form of poetry.

She nodded enthusiastically along with the explanation as she gained the aforementioned deep wisdom. “You really are super smart, Sebastian-san!” Then Momo had an absolutely amazing idea. “Do you think you can tutor me? These classes are really hard. I could definitely use the help! I’ll even pay you!” She was a sweet summer child in every way. Besides the fact that she wasn’t actually born in summer. So really, she was just the idiot part of it.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]If Sebastian were to do anything at all it would be in pursuit of doing nothing at all. Doing absolutely nothing was his life's mission, and he'd do anything if it meant accomplishing it. So why the fuck would he go out of his way to tutor this idiot? Money. It's always money. God, fuck how much he hated being stuck running this goddamn rat race. "Hm...Well, I suppose I could. My time is valuable, but if you're willing to compensate me for it...How could I possibly say no? Very well! From henceforth, I shall be your Sansei!" Sebastian-sansei...Why did it feel so natural? It's weird. For some reason it felt like it was his destiny to become a Sansei. ...Pfft! Nah! Work is for suckers! "Under my tutelage, you'll surely become a galaxy-brained genius." In truth, by accepting this job, Sebastian was likely going to making her dumber than she already was. He was probably sabotaging her chances at actually becoming a hero. The thought crossed his mind that he was going to ruin her future by lying to her. The ethical thing to do would be to shut this shit down—perhaps even refer her to someone like Jun for actual tutoring. ...Then again, if she fails in life, that's not really his problem. I mean, he didn't actually care if her life gets ruined so long as his life improves. Yeah, fuck it. He'll tutor. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Aimoto Momo •

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