[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]It's been a rough week. Between classes, getting stabbed, and Jun torturing him with her whole betterment shtick—why the fuck did he even agree to do that anyway?—shit just really wasn't going Sebastian's way lately. God, it was simply too much. He wanted a break—needed a break. As much as he wanted to loaf around for the day, he had classes. He couldn't afford to be missing any more days lest he welcome the academic consequences that accompany 'em. It wasn't like he was doing too hot lately on the school front, so he needed to put in at least a little effort to repair some of the goodwill he had lost with his early antics. He dragged himself out of bed, did the bare minimum to get ready, and slowly walked across campus to get to the classrooms. The walk alone was exhausting. He couldn't find the energy to take another step toward the classroom buildings, but he could find the energy to step toward the benches. "Five minutes. Five minutes, and then I'll go to class." Five Hours Later... "Zzzz...", he snored. Sebastian never made it to class. He never left that bench. He dozed right off on the bench and slept through the entire day of classes. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Freja Helt •

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[Freja Helt]

It's been a rough week. Between classes, risking her life for some sleepy lunatic and the backbreaking training regiments of UAU, Freja was really due for a nice long summer break. How was it still only spring? Maybe she should get a physical calendar to hang up in her dorm room so she could cross out each day as they got closer to summer break... They were getting a summer break, right?

When her phone's alarm sounded in the morning, she wanted nothing more than to turn it off and go back to sleep. Skip out on a whole day of classes. However, she had already been skipping a bit and she knew she couldn't afford to make a habit of it. She wasn't talented, strong or smart enough for any of that. She grumbled to herself as she brushed her teeth in front of the bathroom mirror. If only she had been born with a useful quirk. As she was getting dressed and about to leave, Freja would knock on the doors of Rin and Emi's rooms to make sure her roommates weren't going to be late for class, before heading out on her own with a thermos full of coffee in one hand. She was going to need it.

Every hour of class was agonizing. Even though she was making sure to get tons of rest after training, her body just never fully recovered in time for classes the next day. Who had time to memorize hero law when their body screamed out for a break the entire time? By the time that school was out, Freja was an empty husk of a person, zombie shuffling back out, barely acknowledging the world around her as she autopiloted herself back towards the dorms.

Huh? Someone was sleeping on the bench up ahead. Way to make her jealous and with her luck, they were probably taking up all the space too so there was no room for her to sit and rest. No, was it even okay to sleep out here in the first place? Sure, they were on campus grounds, but you never knew, someone could easily pickpocket them while they were sleeping or draw something on their face with permanent marker.

It wasn't until she got closer that Freja recognized the sleepy culprit. She should have known from the beginning. ''Sleepy guy!'' She pointed at Sebastian, both relieved to see that he was okay and furious that he was still just doing what he was best at. The man knew his shtick, but she could have died trying to save the both of them. ''Wake up!'' She nudged his shoulder with her hands, and if that wasn't enough... Brandishing a water bottle she hesitated, was she really about to splash water in his face?

Maybe.

Yes.

Yes she was, and if Sebastian didn't move she absolutely did.

Sebastian Sinclaire

[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]If Sebastian was a Native American, his name would be Spread Eagle because that's exactly how he was sleeping right now. That bench was more than big enough to fit more than one person, but Sebastian slept totally manspreading the fuck out of his legs to cover the entire bench. When she nudged his shoulder, a smile spread across his face as he muttered something in his sleep. "Mmm...Right there. That's the spot...Zzz..." Then he got a nice splash of cold water to the face to take him out of the lovely dream that he was just having. "Dah! Jah! Fuuh! Oh," he blinked, looking up to see the culprit. He lowered his sunglasses to get a good look at her. ...Nope. Wasn't ringing any bells. He figured that it was probably Miroru or Junsuina or that Kioko had somehow managed to sneak her way on campus, but it was someone else entirely antagonizing him today. Odd. Well, if a new girl was going to bother him today then so be it. Why not grow that little list of his of women that absolutely hated his guts? "Hey," he winked as he gave her a little head nod. He kept his glasses lowered so that she could see only the top half of his eyes, and he ran his hand through his wet hair to slick it back real quick before doing a little hair flip to the side. "So, what's your name, sweetheart?" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Freja Helt •

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[Freja Helt]

''I said wake up!'' She tossed the empty bottle aside and glared down at him, hands on her hips as she was awaiting an explanation for the other day. Anything to make sense of The Stabbening that had puzzled her ever since. She wasn't just angry that he had belittled heroes, she still felt guilty that she even let him escape with a stab wound in the first place. Now that she had found him again she was going to expect the explanation of a lifetime, the explanation that would make everything make sense at last.

''..Huh?'' He winked? Was he, what? He didn't recognize her? She could feel her anger building slowly, but she couldn't afford to just have another outburst without getting answers first. ''Freja Helt.'' She said simply, as if her name was sufficient enough to make him remember. ''From the other day.'' She paused to let him say something. ''You know, when you got stabbed??'' She gestured to her own stomach. ''Like right around here! I was trying to help you and you ran off!'' She pointed an accusatory finger at him. Wait, she was getting ahead of herself... ''What is your name?'' She crossed her arms across her chest. ''I demand an explanation. Also, I'm not a sweetheart.'' She turned her nose up at the sweetheart thing. Depending on his answer she was ready to run all the way back to the dorms, fetch her bat and come back here. She wasn't sure where she would find the energy to do all that, but she was going to work it out somehow.

Sebastian Sinclaire

[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]He dropped the smoldering gaze to just stare back at her with a dumbfounded, blank expression in response to hearing her name. Was Freja Helt supposed to mean something to him? Why would that ring any bells? Then again, he wasn't too good with names or faces to begin with. He liked to keep his brain nice and tidy which meant no unnecessary wrinkles remembering that which doesn't need to be remembered. "...Nope. Not ringing any bells," he grinned, sticking his tongue out like a child. Then she said stabbed, and it was hard not to remember that one. Suddenly, it all came back to him: She was the girl who saved him! He pushed himself off the bench and approached her. Gripping his chin, he tilted his head and leaned forward. He had absolutely no qualms with invading someone's personal space, so he made sure to lean in as close as possible without actually touching her. Just an inch away from her face, his eyes were right at nose level. "Right! That's it! Yeah, I remember now!" he snapped his fingers and pointed at her, pulling back out of her bubble. "What's there to explain? Thinking back on it, it all seems like it was very cut and dry. I can't imagine why you'd be confused about any of that nonsense," he shrugged his shoulders. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Freja Helt •

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[Freja Helt]

Did he just stick his tongue out? How rude! Why were his childish taunts working anyway? It's not like it was above her to do the same given the right scenario. Actually, maybe that was what made her so angry. ''U-Uh..'' She wanted to say something as he stood up and walked closer to her, definitely too close for comfort, but she immediately felt the introvert in her come out, refusing to tell him to just back off. All she could do was stare back at him, slightly terrified. Was he going to do that quirk thing that he used to jump away? Was he going to launch her or something? ''You do?''

''W-Well you..'' She was dumbfounded by his response, nothing to explain?? ''You left! You just got up and left while you were still bleeding out. I tried to follow you, but you just flew away, I was worried! I thought you might have died or something!'' The guilt she had felt ever since she let him get away that day had been steadily building up over the week. ''How did you do it? Did you go to the hospital yourself? Do you have a healing quirk? I mean you're obviously fine now, so you must have done something.. You're right! It is nonsense. None of it makes any sense.'' The more they talked the more she remembered from the incident.

''And didn't you insult heroism too? What's your deal anyway?'' She pointed an accusatory finger at him. ''You're studying here to become a hero, same as me, we're the same, we're on the same side.''

Sebastian Sinclaire

[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Now that he had seen her face, he had no reason to see anything else. He let himself fall back into the bench, softening the impact by making the bench elastic for just a quick second. He sprawled his arms out over the back of the bench and spread his legs open obscenely wide so that he'd take up the entire bench's space. "I probably would've if you hadn't gotten in the way," he sighed, lifting his hand to his face so that he could tug the blindfold back down over his face. "So, yeah, thanks for ruining that for me." He had no reason to evade her questions, but he did so anyway because he felt like it. Not everything needs an explanation. "Oh...I get it now. That's why you're confused," he nodded, continuing on in his sing-song tone. "You're under the misconception that just because I'm a hero student you and I are alike. We're not!" he smiled. "You're on the side of heroism, and I'm all alone on my own side. If you were smart, you'd switch sides too—not to my side, but your side. You should look out for yourself too." He pointed an accusatory finger back at her, his hand right next to hers. "Seriously, you got involved in a situation you shouldn't have. You could've gotten hurt too—not that I care, mind you so long as either I die or escape safely. Ah, but you don't care about getting hurt. If you did, you wouldn't have interfered. If there is something you should be scared of, it's your future at U.A. Y'know you could get expelled for doing what you did, right? That's vigilantism, and I don't quite think U.A. will tolerate any of that." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Freja Helt •

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[Freja Helt]

“Ruining?? Do you want to die?” It was becoming clear to her that this was the type of person she had a lot of difficulty understanding. Sebastian was an enigma, no, he was her kryptonite. “What? Switch sides? What is your side exactly?” She crossed her arms across her chest. “It just sounds to me like you’re saying I should be more selfish.” The nerve. She wasn’t going to take any of his advice, she had already died once and she wasn’t looking to do it again. Besides, how would the world look if every hero thought the way he did? It would be absolute chaos.

“..Huh?” She lowered her hand, well yeah she got involved but… “H-Hey wait a minute I was just trying to help- I’m not a vigilante!” Her face grew pale. She was, in fact, scared of her future at UA. To get expelled from this school would feel worse than dying. “I do care about getting hurt!” She retorted, “but I care about you getting hurt too! That’s all it is! You think I could have lived with the guilt if I saw you die and I didn’t do anything to help?” She had to admit he got her there, she did technically partake in vigilantism, even if she didn’t have a quirk to use, she was fighting crime without the license to do so. “..Hey, how about we keep that incident a secret between us? I mean, you’re fine now right and I didn’t get hurt so it’s all good, we can just forget it ever happened.” She feigned a smile, hopeful that she could reason with the unreasonable.

Sebastian Sinclaire

[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Want to die? No! Of course not! That sort of thing is far too painful to every actually want. Of course, the pain is just temporary. He was, however, not opposed to dying. If it happened? Good. You'll hear no complaints from Sebastian. "Forget it ever happened, eh? I could do that," he nodded. "Or I could blackmail you into doing whatever I want," he grinned, licking his lips and groping the air suggestively. "Nah, I'm just fucking with you—or rather, I'm not fucking with you. 7/10." He bestowed elastic properties to the back of the bench using his quirk before leaning back into it more intensely to turn it into a makeshift recliner. "You can go now," he waved her off with a few dismissive flicks of his wrist. "I need to get back to my nap. I was having a pretty sweet dream that I'd like to pick back up on." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Freja Helt •

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[Freja Helt]

''Right? Let's just forget it!'' And just when she thought Sebastian could be reasonable her smile faded, horror painted on her face for just long enough to be noticeable as he teased her. ''Wh- That's not funny!'' She felt a light blush in her cheeks as she covered her chest with her arms. She furrowed her brow as he used his strange elastic powers again. Unlike some other students who guarded their quirk like it was some special secret, Sebastian was just out here using it in broad daylight. No hesitation, presumably no thoughts, it seemed as natural as breathing to him.

She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say or do as he gave her permission to leave. She was hoping she would have come out of this conversation knowing him a little better, but she was just as confused as ever. What was with his casual disregard for life? Why was he studying here if he didn't have a hero's attitude? Just to become rich? It seemed like such a surface level goal, there had to be more to his ambitions surely. ''Whatever. I'll be going then.'' She turned around and was about to walk away, but looked back over her shoulder. ''I'm glad you're okay.'' There was a perplexed harshness to her tone, but she genuinely was. Even if she didn't understand him. ''Don't throw your life away doing something stupid. That is a threat.'' She emphasized before walking off. Did she know anyone that knew Sebastian? Maybe it was easier to learn more about him by asking other people...

Sebastian Sinclaire