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[h3][color=844E7A]Mako Akane[/color][/h3][/center]


Mako looked over at the quiet boy who'd tapped her shoulder. He'd just won, even though he didn't know it. He wouldn't be getting the prize, however. She hadn't even noticed him. She knew that his success was an accident, though. Before she could answer, Kenichi shouted a telegraphed attack. Mako rolled her eyes. She'd have to teach him not to do that. His killing intent was stronger than ever, though, and he wasn't trring to hit her because she told him to. He was trying to put her down with an attack like that.

Despite how fast he was, he was still just a student, and Mako had faught, and escaped from, many fully trained, adult Heroes. She easily noticed the footprints on the roof, and twirled to the side to avoid the punch to the floor. [color=844E7A]"Does that answer your question?"[/color] she shouted over to Ayato in a voice that was neither high pitched nor sweet, before returning her gaze to Dulga. Mako's hand shot out towards the thermos, grabbed it, and the metal receptacle turned scalding to the touch in a matter of seconds, burning the skin on Dulga's hand unless she let go very quickly. It was in Mako's eyes, and Mako's actions. Dulga had gone beyond the role of a student in Mako's class trying to do what was asked of her. Mako had gone beyond the role of a teacher. Those eyes were without a doubt the eyes that Heroes stared down as they were fighting with everything they had against the wanted thief fourteen years ago. Dulga would feel real fear looking into them. Was this was fighting a villain really felt like? Did she go to far?

[color=844E7A]"I think you'd better put that worksheet back on my desk, and calm down,"[/color] Mako warned in a voice like ice running down and freezing your spine.


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