Michimi made a face at the mention of grammar that made it clear she wasn't a fan of it herself, but she couldn't be grumpy about grammar when she was busy enjoying her snack. Even though she was splitting her attention and missed Amber undoing her transformed finger, she did catch the little wince and the way the other girl slouched in her seat. "Mm, that's a fair stance I think." She murmured in agreement, popping another spoonful in her mouth. Whatever heavy topics lurked at the edges of this conversation the smile on Amber's face gave Michimi the impression that there wasn't any need to dwell on it.

And then Michimi snapped her free hand up to place her palm over one of her pink eyes, other eye half-scrunched and hissing "ow ow ow" under her breath. Shaking her head lightly from side to side and setting her spoon down she plucked one of the not-freezing-cold cookies from the top of her parfait and quietly munched on it for a moment. Pulling her hand away as the sudden headache subsided as quickly as it had appeared, she flashed Amber a sheepish smile and offered a simple explanation: "Brain freeze, sorry about that... uh, I was going to say something... want a cookie?"

It was probably a silly offer since Amber clearly already had a cake to snack on, but it was what came to mind first.

Michimi blinked at the sudden enthusiasm from Amber and the one question that always threw an awkward wrench into any conversation. It was something that came up annoyingly often these days, even if it made sense for college students to be thinking about it a lot, and her answer never seemed satisfactory to whoever was asking. What was wrong with just going into hero work because her folks were heroes and had pretty much told her she was going to be one too her entire life? It wasn't like she hated the idea and was being forced into it, she just wasn't really all that invested in it either?

But thankfully Amber had more to say and Michimi could back-burner that question for now.

Giving a giggle of her own at the Mondays joke, the pink haired girl couldn't help but smile at how passionate Amber was. Sure it was about learning, and maybe a lot of people would have called that lame or something, but she found it endearing and refreshing. She gave a little nod to confirm she had known about mitochondria, even if admittedly it was second hand knowledge from old jokes and it randomly coming up in games and manga and stuff like that, and made an "Ahh" sound about how Amber was playing catchup.

Eyes flicking over to the waiter and the cake for a moment Michimi was reminded of her own order and gave an impatient glance around - she really wanted that fruit parfait right about now! But the question pulled her attention back to Amber and her embarrassed smile, giving a partially reassuring and partially amused smile of her own.

"Nothin' wrong with that. I think for me, it really depends on what it is? Like..." She trailed off trying to think of how to convey how arbitrary seeming her own interest in things could be at times, eyes dropping down to the cake being cut in contemplation. "Like it has to hook me, you know? But once it does I can spend all week learning about it. And... I guess I haven't really found something that'd hook me for my entire life?"

Michimi wasn't sure how much that made sense, or if Amber even recalled asking if she knew what she wanted to do with her life, but thankfully before she could dwell on potentially being embarrassed about it her order was placed down in front of her - a tall glass piled with layers of fruit and ice cream and a big crunchy looking cookies sticking out of the top. Pink eyes lighting up she immediately scooped it up in one hand, other grabbing a spoon and gave a sing-songy "I~ta~da~ki~mas~u~!" before promptly popping a spoonful into her mouth. While she was savoring that first bite she thought of another question, popping the spoon out of her mouth to prepare another scoop before asking: "What about you? Found anything that really hooks you yet?"

As much as their parents had prepared them for hero training all their life more or less, Michi still found themself grumpy about the sheer amount of homework. Which had led to a brief moment of burnout, declaring to their textbooks that they needed some fresh air and heading out for a walk. The way they saw it, if they tried to just power through right now they wouldn't get anywhere and wouldn't benefit from the studying anyways.

Random Play looked like a cozy enough place to catch their, right now her, eye as she passed and the pink-haired girl paused in a moment of debate before popping in. The little bell on the door jingling, Michimi glanced around curiously. Not too crowded, that was nice. "Welcome to Random Cafe!" Another girl greeted from behind the counter, dressed up like a fancy bartender of all things. It wouldn't have been out of place in a restaurant or an actual bar, but here it was just odd enough to be amusing to Michi. "Take a seat and we'll be right with you!"

Michimi did just that, passing by a table with papers stacked on it to take the next seat over. True to her word the girl manning the counter had scurried over to offer a menu and in only as long as it took for her pink eyes to land on the word 'Parfait' before she was placing her order and handing the menu back to Jingjijng. "Fruit Parfait, one with ice cream and a nice crispy kind of cookie if you have it, please!"

With her order placed and nothing to do but patiently - drumming her fingers on the table and propping her head up in one hand in a distinctly impatient way - Michimi glanced over at the table full of papers again before asking: "Big exams?"

Michirou's expression twitched at being called scared. Of course he was cautious, he didn't know how strong Chain Brain was or wasn't! And it wasn't like it was a sparring match, they were trying to kill someone until he'd interrupted. "Hey, hold on a secon-" He cut himself off with a wary hop backwards as Chain Brain announced their ultimate attack for real this time, hands coming up in front of him to get ready to try and block or deflect or do whatever else he might need to do... only for Chain Brain to turn into a small dagger on the ground.

"Eh?" Michirou glanced down and stared for a few moments before cautiously sliding one foot forward and inching closer. If Chain Brain didn't suddenly lunge at him or transform into something more threatening, he'd do it again until he was beside the flopping dagger, giving the transformed Chain Brain a little nudge with the tip of his shoe if he could. If he still didn't get attacked he was going to squat down with a half-wary, half-curious look on his face and his phone still in hand - the police station on the other end. "This isn't the ultimate move, is it?" He asked just to be certain, even though his skeptical tone made it pretty clear he didn't think it was any kind of ultimate move at all. "Well, anyways, the way I see it is if your goal was to kill that guy, and my goal was to stop you from killing that guy, and that guy isn't being killed for now, doesn't that mean I won? And... why would you want to kill that guy anyway?"

It made perfect sense if you asked him. Not all fights, or even most fights, were about who beat up who harder. It was all about what you were trying to accomplish! But if at any point Arsenal did attack him again he was going to do his best to scurry out of harms way once more.

Michirou dodged away with little "Oop" sounds. He didn't know how seriously Chain Brain was trying to hit him or not still, but either being riled up had really messed up their coordination or they were really good at holding themselves back despite being riled up. The latter was actually a lot more concerning. Coming to another pause as Chain Brain pointed a sword at them, he poked his index finger into the '1' button a second time and tilted his head to the side. The senpai sounded really strong, and he didn't doubt there were people out there who could kill him that fast. Or maybe they just had a really lethal Quirk that was hard to deal with?

But the threat of an ultimate move pushed those thoughts aside, Michirou's stance shifting and his expression hardening as he focused on preparing himself... only to blink at the reveal that the victim had escaped, looking around the same way Chain Brain was. "Huh, when did he slip away?" Michirou crossed his arms and brought one hand up to cup his chin between his index finger and thumb as he tried to recall, still holding his phone in his other hand. "It's a good thing they got away, but I really should be more observant than that..." He murmured distractedly, before turning his attention back to Chain Brain. "I guess there's no reason to fight now, since I already won and all."

He gave Chain Brain a good natured smile, but his thumb was ready to dial '0' and finish calling the cops if nothing interrupted. If Chain Brain injured or killed him before they got here was the real concern now...