[center][h1][color=Steelblue][b]K E N I C H I[/b][/color][/h1]
[h3][i][b]Classroom 1-A[/b][/i][/h3][hr][/center]
[@Feyblue][@Aerandir][@Lucius Cypher]The guy answered his question, but the twintails girl didn't. Still, Kenichi nodded as Jett explained that not everyone was done yet, and wondered how long it would take the exercise to finish completely. Jett--Kenichi heard him called him by name--started talking to Fumika, and Kenichi had to split his attention between that conversation and Mamoru scolding him...

“He took it gently at first, but then it got more difficult to keep up. He’s really strong and fast, and I couldn’t really handle it very well, so after we were done I passed out.”

The glass-like shattering of Kenichi's concentration was almost audible. Slowly, one eye twitching, he started to interject.

"Um..."

“But he said just now that he couldn’t move afterward, so does that mean I beat him? I just felt really sleepy and took a nap, and I think there was a comfy pillow for some reason - why was that even there, anyway? -But he was still awake and couldn’t move. That means I won, right?”

Jett's reaction was on the same line as Kenichi's, but she just kept going. The blue haired boy was starting to sweat buckets and his imagination conjured the sound of police sirens blaring in the distance. Jett was glaring at him now. Kenichi put up his hands in the "I didn't do it" gesture, pleading desperately with his eyes. But as the other boy left the room he did the "I'm watching you," gesture. Kenichi sighed, the rush of air leaving his lungs like a deflating blimp. Mamoru had given him an earful too, but now went off to talk to a new girl Kenichi had never seen before. Somehow her presence failed to register much, though, given his current mood.

"I wanted to be a battle shonen protag, not a romcom..." he muttered.

Sen spoke up from behind him, sounding enthusiastic behind that mask of his, but Kenichi looked at him with a droopy expression.

[@PsychoPanda28]"Yo, Kimoto-kun." he said, then as he registered who he was actually talking to he sobered up a bit. "Dude, those cuts you had looked pretty gnarly, and Mamoru-chan said she got hit by a truck. What the hell happened out on C?" His eyes cut around the room, taking note of who was there with a furrowed brow. "Whoever used a weapon or a Quirk like that better be damn sorry, if they'd hit an artery you coulda died."