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Fumika delayed somewhat as she gathered her things. For one, she wasn't sure where she'd placed some of them, as she'd been in a bit of a hurry to claim the Main Character seat like Yoshida had asked her to. That much aside, she also remembered that the apron she was wearing wasn't just a projection, like she'd usually use, but was rather actually a real apron. But she hadn't gotten it herself, and had instead had it handed to her by the squishy man, so then she had to look around and find where she was supposed to put it back. Between these and other distractions, it was about five minutes before she finally made her way outside, paying less attention to her surroundings than she did to the map inside her head. If she remembered correctly - which, of course, she did - then her next classroom was on the same floor as this one, just two hallways over. Now that she thought about it, wasn't the way this school did things kind of strange? Usually, each class kept to a single classroom, and the teachers would come and go, rather than the students having to relocate. Although, she'd read that it worked the other way in America once. Now that she thought about it, Komei was surprisingly Western.

But then again, since different classes required different environments suited to different activities and different Quirks, she supposed it was no surprise that they had different rooms for each class. It would have been hard to do the team training exercise they'd performed earlier within a sealed classroom...

[color=#F50A83]"Oh. I'm here,"[/color] She murmured, glancing up at the door in front of her as her thoughts returned to the present. It seemed like several other people she'd already seen before were on their way down another hallway, but the thought of bothering them never crossed her mind. It would have been rude to pester them, after all, and she only would have been an annoyance. As she stepped into the Quirk Application classroom, she quickly noticed that she was one of the only people there, aside from some girl she'd never seen before and a teacher she didn't recognize. She recorded them both, noting with some curiosity that the girl's hair was tremendously fuzzy... Almost like a puppy perched on her head. Or a big, fluffy pillow. Fumika bit her lip. She was jealous. That must have been so nice. Her own hair matched it for quantity, and was soft and smooth, but it was cold to the touch. What she had must have been more like a blanket. Fumika liked blankets. It made her feel so safe and comfy to stretch them out on the floor, then roll across them, having her copies wrap her up as she did so. It was like being a turtle, except instead of a hard shell-

Oh. Right. She was standing in the doorway again. The teacher had been angry at her last time she did that. Quickly, she shuffled off into the same corner as before, preparing to take the "main character" seat once again. But, as she did so, she thought better of it. After all, Yoshida had never said what class he had after Hero Gear. So then... that meant he might be in the same class as her, right? Her antenna stood on end at the realization, and she immediately took a step back and sat in the seat next to the desk by the window, while a copy of herself formed in the "main character" seat to reserve it, just in case. For the most part after that, she simply stared into space, but every now and again, she shot an impatient glance at the door, checking each new arrival and feeling her hopes rising and falling in turn as Yoshida yet failed to appear.

Of course, it was only natural that the simplest, best course of action would be to stick close to her best friend here. That was how Fumika had always operated back home, so she'd been hoping to adopt the same routine at her new school. However, there'd only been one class at her old school, so she'd never experienced the sort of feeling she was now becoming aware of. This anxiety, this wondering of whether or not he'd arrive... She had no precedent for it. Either she'd had nobody to wait for, or the person she'd wanted to see was always by her side. As such, even when she didn't have any friends, she had never experienced this feeling. It was hard. She didn't like feeling this way. It would have been so much better if she could have always been in the same class as Yoshida. She wished... no, she [i]wanted...[/i]

So it was that Motome Fumika came to understand the kind of "wanting" known as "loneliness."

And so, before she knew it, she came to want something other than to be a hero - something not rooted in a desire to please someone else.

She just wanted to smile like Yoshida had smiled at her. If she could just stay together with him, hear him talk, spend more time with him, then maybe...

She frowned. She'd heard it mentioned by other people sometimes, but... was this really how it was supposed to feel? The thing she called "loneliness" was a very strange sort of "want" indeed...