[center][h2] Kenta Masanori [/h2][/center]

Kenta watched as the simple answers he had given were crossed out and critiqued by what he had now realized was a girl that was used to being in the room. He raised an eyebrow at the frowning faces that were scrawled across his paper “well...I don’t think that was called for” he said softly, his lips turning into a small pout as he looked back up at the girl that was now criticising his answers “they may not believe me but it’s the truth” he muttered under his breath as he continued to watch the smoking girl. He scratched the back of his head, always thinking as to what other people made of him. He never really was an ‘eyesore’ but children were mean to someone that wasn’t conforming to their ideas of what was normal. He had dealt with that for a good portion of his life and once more found himself wondering what this girl was thinking and what her automatic preconceived notions were of him. 

She offered her hand and her name in a very american way of greeting. She already had assumed the boy was not a native of Japan. A usual mistake Kenta had come across. He took her hand in his and shook “trouble maker?” he mused gently as his ears pricked up gently. He could hear hissing. Bubbling. An acrid scent that was previously hidden by the smoke of Nanase’s filled his nose. He suddenly turned to see a bubbling beaker set above a burner. Kenta’s eyes grew wide as he immediately recognized what was about to happen. Jumping quickly over the table, he tackled Nanase to the ground “[color=orange][b]sorry bout this[/b][/color]” he grunted as he pressed her to the ground. The shattering of glass came first, then a loud rupturing noise. Kenta could feel the heat and a sharp pain just over his shoulder blade. Kenta grunted before pushing up off the ground and sat on the floor. He look to Nanase “[color=orange][b]Uh...I didn’t grab anything inappropriate just then did I?[/b][/color]” he winced gently “[color=orange][b]could...you also check my back...I think some glass hit me…[/b][/color]”