Interacting with [@Kreutzer][@Heckno12][@Turboshitter][@Kalas]
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[Center][h2][color=a0410d][b]Ensza[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

Noticing the reactions of her prey and Yame-kun Enz seemed a bit deflated. The tone in Taylor's time evident and clear she had probably gone a bit too far. She leaned in close to her ear and whispered.

"Sorry Tay, you are really pretty though."

Turning back to Yame-kun her demeanor shifted again hopping off the deal she stretched and pointed at him. Staring for a long time.

"Yame-kun, you and me out side during lunch I need to stretch and having a friend would be nice sound like a plan?"

She had to understand his quirk better if she was going to try and team up with this kid. She didn't care about the number 1 or the number 2. Those spots although cool weren't what she was after she wanted someone she could team up with and get past all this crap. Maybe make her mom proud for a few years and disappear back high into the mountains to train and enjoy life. She gave him another once over kisses his cheek again and bounded off before he could actually respond. She had rounds to make she paused and looked back at the both of them again. She said quietly 

"Just so you know I joke and I tease but there are some things that are sacred to me. You two, well I like the two of you. I noticed you at the exams and have a lot of respect for people that work hard like you do. Creativity and grit is more important than talent or some "good" quirk."

With that she turned back around her seriousness disappearing as if it had never been there before. She walked over to block head stepping right up beside him she sniffed his hair and gave him a long look over.

"You know something you ought to be more relaxed. It's the first day and the hair man." She began to reach for his hair then thought better of it stepping back she remembered watching him wreck the boys without thinking about it. "K-kun is what I'll call you Karma is an ironic name for someone so brazen. I think you and I could get along at some point." She made a face sticking her tongue out at the other two that were standing there.

"After lunch want to have a go at it? You seem like the kind of person who talks more with his skills than his words. No need to answer now I honestly just wanted to say hi introduce myself. Call me Enz." She bowed then curtsied with her nonexistent skirt. Giving a Kurt nod to Marius and the one with the note pad she smiled and gave K-kun a quick kiss on the forehead as she jumped over all three of them. She changed her gravity ever so slightly to allow her a gracious landing. She wasn't about to let her quirk be seen in full.

All of this was just introductions and antagonizations to see who would crack first. She believed K-kun was highly perceptive and have a knack for battle. Yame-kun was for more creative even though he didn't seem to fully trust himself or his quirk. Marius was rather trying to hard to be cool, and Taylor although cold was extremely creative. There was a need to gauge everyone here and she didn't have much time she would save the number 1 for another day he seemed a bit preoccupied currently. 
As she landed she gave a smile and a wave.

"Later boys."

With business taken care of she took a deep breath walking back to Makoto, the on girl. She loosened her tie her palms sweaty, everyone else was a mark that she saw with later tactical advantage of some kind. The long con it's one thing she knew how to do well enough having hid her quirk for years. But this was different. Her beat out of her chest as she approached she stuttered helplessly.

"H...h..hey. I.... uhmm." She swallowed hard and vowed hard and stiffly smacking her head against Asahi's desk with a resounding THUNK. She blurted out the next words fast and barely coherent before raising her head, hand over a small cut.

"My name is Ensza Kemari. I really want to hug you."

She gave a sheepish grin opening up her arms. This was one of the cutest girls she'd ever seen. She was super nervous that she was going to blow this but she had to try. I'm