''Auden Verchetty? I see, I was not aware the two of you were acquainted.'' It barely answered her question, but it did clarify that Jun didn't mean models as in the ones that went on the covers of magazines, although that was Auden's whole business... Whatever, it was an answer, well, a kind of answer, but it was as much as she needed from the clearly overworked Jun. When Jun leaned over she instinctively leaned a little bit away from her. ''Is... That the type of clubs students form these days?'' She asked, a bit perplexed. Did she suggest that their lack of pursuing a romantic partner was something that should be celebrated and not simply a lifestyle choice? Also, did Jun not have a fear of touch? Perhaps it wasn't a fear exactly, but she knew Jun didn't like people being up in her personal space. It only further cemented that something was clearly wrong with her, that the medicine was making her act all weird.

''I doubt I would watch anime on my own, but if you want to arrange a screening of these series I wouldn't mind watching them with you.'' She smirked. She wasn't sure if Jun meant right now, or later, or another day entirely, but she wanted to keep her company as long as she was like this. Since the medicine was presumably numbing her too, chances were that her situation wasn't going to get any easier once they wore off and she had to return to the day-to-day. ''Your father sounds like a good guy.'' More than she could say for her own.

''Well, no I haven't the faintest. Frankly it has so little to do with being a hero or a weaponsmith that the thought of engaging in such activities never crossed my mind.'' She looked down at Jun's phone, before bending down to pick it up for her. ''By Yaoyao, do you mean Hada-senpai's girlfriend? I do not mean to be crass when I say this, but she does not strike me as the most amiable individual.'' She handed the phone back to Jun.

junsuina

''As you wish, I will aid you in the cooking of the 'taters'.'' She nodded her head firmly. The topics Jun brought up were curious to say the least and she felt even more unprepared than she had before. Typical girl talk... What did girls typically talk about? ''By models, do you mean to say that you are involved in the modelling industry?'' She wouldn't expect that of Jun, but with students like Auden at the school it wasn't unthinkable that hero students got into modelling to further their careers. ''I do not know who told you about my supposed 'boyfriend'. There is none, I do not have time for such things as frivolous as romance.'' There was a bitterness to her tone when talking about love. It didn't come up often, most likely because she was a bit of an abrasive person and because she hardly knew anyone well enough to talk about personal stuff like this. ''Between my studies and my training I do not have time for anime, perhaps you could tell me about what you watch instead?'' She was slowly realizing how boring of a person she was. If it wasn't talking about heroism or weapons her life was extremely shallow.

''Also, a note. What you call weird I call being authentic. Many people are scared to be who they really are, Kanjo-san. You do not strike me as one of them. You stand up for others, you call out wrong behavior even if it might put you in a worse standing with your peers.'' She vividly remembered Jun trying to stop that idiot Yoko from giving Michael alcohol. ''Besides, if you're looking to inquire about what girls usually talk about I'm afraid you're asking the wrong person.'' She paused, looking down at the kitchen counter. ''If my name wasn't enough indication, I was not raised as a girl. My father desperately wanted a boy to carry on the Ando legacy and inherit the armor. Perhaps he sought to defy fate itself when he gave me a boy's name, or had some other reason.'' She looked over at Jun again. ''So, much like I can infer from your situation, I do not know what girls talk about.''

junsuina

She looked up when Michael greeted her and returned the greeting with a small wave. ''Nice to see you too. I didn't know you were the type to go to parties.'' She was one to talk, this was probably the first party of this caliber she had ever gone to. ''You can speak your mind Michael, do not worry about choosing. This is merely a game Riis-san wanted to play and I do not care for the results in the slightest.'' Except she did, except she totally did and she wanted to win.

She went back to her sketching until Yaoyao's tantrum drew her attention. She hadn't seen what happened but she wasn't surprised that it was Ylva who was getting this kind of attention. ''Takanashi-san.'' She pointed her pencil at Misaki, before pointing back to Yaoyao. ''Can we count that as a point for me?''

Samaritan, Takanashi Misaki, Ylva Riis, Freja Helt, Kei Hada, Mafdet Khepri, junsuina, 𝕐 + 𝕐, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲, Sumi Okita,

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In the aftermath of the Sports Festival she had been given a lot to think about with regards to her own identity. Not just who she was as the only child of the Ando family, but who she was in relation to her fellow students and the people of Japan. She had been hard on herself and perhaps taken the wrong approach to advancing her studies. It was time for her to take a step back for once, starting by joining a Halloween party.

The costume she had settled on wasn't at all that scary, and even reminiscent of her armor in some ways. Still, it was much easier to wear a costume than use her own quirk and have to sustain it for a whole night. Standing next to Misaki's board she was too busy sketching something on her own little clipboard, only looking up when Ylva asked the other students for their opinion. ''It's pointless to ask them, we already know who has the better costume, Riis-san.'' She smirked. Her tone was much more playful than the usual harsh tone she took with the ice girl. Even someone like Masao could get swept up in the atmosphere of a party despite refusing to drink a drop of alcohol.

Ylva Riis, Freja Helt, Kei Hada, Mafdet Khepri, junsuina, 𝕐 + 𝕐, Samaritan, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲, Sumi Okita

''Michael-san it is.'' She smirked, ''do not worry. To embody heroism fighting is a necessary evil. It doesn't matter if you are rescuing civilians, fighting villains or manufacturing gear. We're all fighting for a better tomorrow.'' The thought that anyone would call into question whether Michael was heroic or not sounded ridiculous to her. It was only natural that he was nervous given that he was still a first year, but it couldn't help but make her wonder about his potential. Where would he be one, two years from now? She was certain he could become someone extraordinary. ''We will, but remember it is not truly about winning this fight. It's about impressing them.'' She pointed up to the audience. ''The outcome of this fight is going to decide your immediate future, so act with authenticity. Show them who Samaritan, who Michael is.''

The confidence suited Michael and she was more than happy to leave Kei to him. ''Very well.'' That left her with Ylva which seemed all but inevitable at this point. Knowing the ice queen there was no chance she didn't target her right away, and given that she could hang back and use her ice quirk she would quickly become a problem if Masao didn't go for her too.

As the alarm rung out she wasted no time avoiding the diamond dust and charging right for Ylva. She wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of an immediate elimination. In fact, it was high time she put the former Shiketsu student in her place and addressed that arrogance of hers. ''As predictable as ever, Riis-san!'' Once she was clear of the light dusting of ice she activated her own quirk in a flash of bright light, donning her armor in an instant. It would slow her down in advancing on Ylva, but none of that mattered when the ring wasn't bigger than it was. All she had to do was push her up into one of the corners to secure a ring-out. ''Now tell me...'' She panted, punching the one of the tiles of the ring with her enhanced strength to knock loose some small rocks. ''What motivates you? Do you simply hate the world around you, or do you enjoy being the ingrate that ruins it for everyone else?'' Masao was more angry than she had first realized, evidenced by how hard she started throwing rocks at Ylva. She knew it was a futile attack, she knew it wasn't going to hurt the girl, but it was the only way she could think of to apply pressure right now.

Masao's second year as a support student had been a struggle. Her first year went well. She produced quality gear, she had good grades, but she did nothing to stand out compared to her contemporaries. A shame on the Ando family name. She could have rectified that in her second year, if the school hadn't saddled her with watching over Ylva like some kind of glorified babysitter. She was finally done with Ylva. The gloves were coming off.

Samaritan
Ylva Riis
Kei Hada