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Mamoru saw lots of students pass, not many who seemed to take notice of Luelle and Mamoru, even though they were all dressed up and posing. What they did seem to do was notice a big scene outside of the dorm. Mamoru was too far to really hear the bulk of the conversation, but hearing Fumika shout out made Mamoru concerned. [color=pink]”Hmm. Looks like they’re having a bit of a tiff…”[/color] That’s when Mamoru snapped her fingers and turned to Luelle. [color=pink]”Luelle! I need you to go set up the dining room. Thirty people! Multiple tables. I’ll be right back!”[/color]

The pinkette dove into the kitchen where she smelled all sorts of good things. Cookies and steaks, pretty much part of a balanced dinner. As she went in Mamoru almost ran into Mako but managed to avoid her at the last second. [color=pink]”Sorry sensei! Donny are you here?”[/color] Sure enough the big boy was standing over eight bowls of beef don, which was exactly what Mamoru was hoping for. [color=pink]”Doooooonny! That smells yummy! So hey, I saw ya come in with a whole bunch of food and was wondering if maybe you’d like to help make dinner for everyone! As a sort of celebration for surviving the first day of school and all. I noticed we got a lot more friends here than I expected, teachers too, and I think Fumika-chan brought family over! You know I think it’d be totes awesome if you could help me treat them all for dinner so they have a good memory of today.”[/color] Mamoru clasped her hands together as if she was begging. 

[color=pink]”Plus between you and me, I think there’s some dramaaaa going on outside, and I’m thinking that maybe we could do something about that with a nice dinner. I can totally see it going horribly wrong, but as a class we need to be able to stick together and confide in one another. I’m sure there’s plenty of things you’d like to talk about but can’t find the right words for it. Words for that special lady perhaps, eh heh heh! Anyways just make dinner for like, thirty people and I’ll make sure that you’re sitting with plenty of pretty ladies. Okay thanks bye!”[/color] Mamoru said without even staying to listen to Donny. She just handed him a clean pan and spatula and left the kitchen to head outside. Mamoru didn’t have many talents, but she used to play a lot of softball. And on the open field, one needed a large presence, as well as lung capacity, to shout loud enough for the whole field to hear. And hopefully she’ll be loud enough to shake this entire building.

[h1][color=pink]”DONNY’S MAKING DINNER! ALL STUDENTS, STAFF, AND GUESTS ARE INVITED!”[/color][/h1]

Once she had that out of the way, Mamoru went to go help Luelle set up the tables by getting the plates and cups. She should’ve worn her own maid outfit, but no time for that now. She needed to set up today’s dinner!


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[h3][color=844E7A]Mako Akane[/color][/h3]
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After getting the meat ready Donny had to slice up the onions. After he washed them under the tap he took a new knife and started to slice the onions into fine bits. Unlike some, he had no issues about the onions stinging his eyes, partly due to not having eyes but mostly because he knew how to space himself and give the onions proper ventilation. They did smell nice when he released their aroma though. Once they were sliced up he mixed the onions and the sirloin steak into a bag. He'll get to them soon, next was the rice.

The rice was pretty simple. He took some cooked rice and stir fried it with a bit of leftover onions and walnuts. He added some soy sauce to taste, with a bit of garlic powder as well. Didn't take him too long before he had enough walnut rice to fill up eight bowls. He had to move quickly though, as he didn't want the rice to cool down before the steak was finished. So he moved onto the steaks. Cleaning a few pans Donny didn't let up for a second; he buttered the pans and let them heat up. When it was time he put the steaks on them. The steaks, so thin and tender, cooked quickly. After the steaks were made to a medium rare he fried the onions they were soaking in too. Once they were a nice golden color Donny dumped them onto the steak into each beef bowl.

[color=844E7A]”Something spells good!”[/color] Spoke a voice from the doorway to the kitchen. It was Ms. Mako. The front desk secretary who Donny wouldn’t have seen yet but would have heard her high, saccharine voice on the tannoy. She had changed her old, damaged sweater since Villain Psychology, now wearing no jacket at all but a dark maroon turtleneck, with the neck rolled down. She smiled disarmingly at Donny, her eyes ever closed. [color=844E7A]”Got a minute to talk?”[/color]

At first Donny didn't notice Miss Mako. He was really into his cooking. First two steaks, then four, and finally eight. They were piling hot and still sizzling in the bowl. Donny have them a good whiff and wondered if he'd have time to make cake. He was certain he could, maybe with some help. That's when he turned around to ask some of the other students in the kitchen when he noticed Miss Mako in the kitchen looking at him. Or at least facing his direction, it was hard to tell with her eyes closed.

[color=firebrick]”A-A-A-A-A-Akane-Sensei?! Um um um, uh, I-I g-g-guess? Am I in t-trouble?”[/color] Donny said, panic clear in his voice. He swore he hadn't done anything yet. Did he eat too many cookies? Did he accidentally steal something from that super market? Was he in trouble for helping Ezra back at the cafeteria? So many things Donny thought he could be in trouble for that he didn't bother keeping quiet about it.

[color=firebrick]”I d-d-didn't meant to eat all the cookies! They were so g-good! Um um I'm uh ah… Was my coupons bad or something? I wasn't t-t-trying to steal anything from Mega Tenko! Only t-t-the deals were a steal, not m-m-me! A-A-And Ezra didn't force me t-t-to help him or n-nothing! I just… W-W-Wanted to h-help…”[/color]

Mako chuckled, and leaned against the wall, folding her arms, maintaining a relaxed posture [color=844E7A]”No, no. You’re not in trouble. In fact, this meeting’s strictly off the books, and out of personal interest. It’s about that plan this morning to sink the entire of Point B. Like I said, you’re not in trouble. I just want to make sure that this is a one-time thing, why it happened, your personal philosophies, that sort of thing.”[/color]

Donny’s face grew sullen when he heard that Mako wanted to talk about the Point B thing. He had thought that was just a bad memory brought up by Shiki, but now Mako wanted to know about it too? Honestly he had kind hoped that Ezra’s stunt in the cafeteria would have wiped that memory off everyone’s mind. It was easier for people to dismiss Donny destroying a building if people were talking about how Ezra nearly maimed someone. [color=firebrick]”I told them to leave but they didn't… I couldn't just let my team down after I told them I'd take care of Point B… They couldn't honestly expect me to take on everyone there by myself…”[/color] Donny mumbled as he went about cleaning up his workstation. The clatter of pans and water nearly drowned out his words.

Mako listened to his mumblings, picking them up over the sound of washing up, and thought for a while, before asking more questions. She never looked the slightest bit angry or cross, and had the soft cadence of a psychiatrist. [color=844E7A]”Would you say you were trying to prove you were strong and useful, or were you just trying to win the game as if nothing else mattered? Or both? Did you make up sinking the building on the fly, or was it your plan B before you told them to leave?”[/color]

Donny stopped washing the dishes and looked down into the water. Though murky and with a bit of soap, he could see the reflecting on the surface. Opening his eyes he could catch a glimpse of the blackness underneath. [color=firebrick]”I… Wanted them to see… I could be trusted. And relied on. And that I could keep my promise…”[/color] It hurt him to say that. Cruel memories about Ringo went through Donny’s mind when he said that. How dogged and desperate he was for other people’s approval.

As for the latter half of the question Donny went back to doing the dishes and putting them away. He didn't want to answer them until he got back to his food. [color=firebrick]”I… Well… I was going to dig a hole first, thought maybe I could make them fall in… Then I found the tunnel underneath the Point and thought maybe… With a big enough hole… It would be easier.”[/color] Donny said in disjointed, vague sentences. But for someone like Mako it wasn't that difficult to piece his thoughts together; he was going to dig holes anyways, he just took the opportunity with the abandoned train tunnel to dig one giant hole that would sink the whole building instead of just a few spots inside. [color=firebrick]”So I guess I… I thought about it, and well that plan… Went… Better than I expected?”[/color] Donny said with some uncertainty, as if “better” wasn't really the word he wanted to use.
 
Mako nodded as she listened then spoke, not as a question, but as a statement. [color=844E7A]”You never stopped to think ‘is what I’m doing worth keeping that promise for?’ That was your biggest priority. Then you disassociated what you were doing with its context to the point where you forgot you were setting traps for real people, and you just thought in terms of ‘It’ll be more efficient to make one big hole instead of several small ones.’

You know, that cooking’s starting to make me hungry. You’re quite good at it!”[/color] She remarked, changing the subject suddenly to transition to a new point. [color=844E7A]”I’m wondering if this has any connection to something I read in your file; that you wear that suit because you’re scared of people seeing the real you. It’s quite rare nowadays for a mutation quirk user to conceal their mutation and keep it a secret. Maybe this prevented you from planning properly with your teammates about how best to utilise your abilities. Why are you so scared of your quirk becoming public knowledge around Hero students?”[/color]

Donny’s body felt cold and pale when Mako had just blurted out his secret. Despite Ezra and Mina seeming pretty cool about the whole “sentient slime” thing, Donny’s mind panicked and in his fright he ushered Mako out of the kitchen, away from prying ears, and someone more private outside. [color=firebrick]”A-Akane-sensei, p-p-please don't say that outloud! I…”[/color] Donny looked away in his distress, running his forehead as if that was suppose to help. He tried to think of an answer but he wasn't really pulling up much. [color=firebrick]”I… I don't know. I've always worn a suit since… Since I left primary school. Growing up you know… People were scared or disgusted at me. They thought I was a monster. I even got attacked a few times just for being there. I couldn't help it… I was just a small, moving shit stain on the floor… Of course they'd be scared.”[/color] Donny leaned towards a wall, holding himself up with his forehead.

[color=firebrick]”I couldn't expect the world to accept me. So I just… Adapted. People are more comfortable around me, like this. And… It's easier for me, too.”[/color]

Mako chuckled as she was ushered out the kitchen. Not sorry in the slightest. If there was anybody in that room, she would have looked them in the eye and told them about Donny in a heartbeat. [color=844E7A]”Kids are cruel. The school I went to was really bad for bullies. I should know. I was one of them. I can see your childhood has given you esteem issues we need to work on. You can’t keep your quirk a secret forever, especially if you want to be a Hero. And if there’s anywhere you’re going to find respect, support and kinship for your real self, it’s here.”[/color]

Donny thought about Mako’s word, sensing truth in them. So far everyone has been nothing but supportive of him, in and out of his disguise. He was really just him holding onto old issues. But then… Shiki’s words echoed in his head. He could still hear them as if she was there saying it herself. [i][color=a187be]”So sad to think that your new friends are just taking advantage of you. [b]Again[/b].”[/color][/i] Hearing this voice made that little part of his subconscious wake up. That Inner Donny who was much more confident, so cocksure, and so much more aggressive then Donny normally was. [i][color=firebrick]”Fuck that shit dude. Fool me once and you're an idiot, fool me twice and you are one dense motherfucker. You've seen how the others reacted to those A2 guys. Already played the part of judge jury and executioner, and the worse that happened to them is Ezra getting clean up duty. You want to be on the opposite end of that? Be their bitch again? Man you came here to quit that nonsense! Get the fuck out of here!”[/color][/i]

Donny’s inner voice was much more foul mouth than he'd ever be, mostly since he keeps that part of him tightly bottled up. Very rude after all. He didn't really looked at Mako as Donny slowly trudged back towards the kitchen. [color=firebrick]”Y-Y-Yeah…”[/color] Was all he had to say in response to Mako’s encouragement, he knew she was trying to help, honestly give him advice to improve himself. But he just couldn't open himself up so soon and so easily. He didn't want to show them his heart, only for someone to break it. He just wanted to eat his dinner and go to bed.

Mako stood in the same spot after Donny returned to the kitchen, her smile intact, but an angry red vein appearing on her forehead the only changing her entire appearance. She marched straight back into the kitchen and stopped behind Donny. He’d feel the atmosphere, the tension weigh on his shoulders, of a woman scorned, and a supervillain at that.

[color=844E7A]”It’s not nice to walk away from a lady like that. I’m going to help with or without your consent, because you’re in the Hero class, and you’re going to become one. I’m going to start special classes with you, designed to get you thinking like a superhero, and to get comfortable in your own body. Let’s call it...Hero Psychology. Next Wednesday evening, at my classroom.”[/color] And with those parting words of...encouragement...?...Mako left the kitchen.

Donny just stood there staring into his beef bowls which were steaming up his classes. Apparently Donny was going to get a private tutoring session with Miss Mako. For any other boy this might have been something of pure fantasy, but for Donny had had no delusion of what this was and dreaded it. What was she going to teach him that Donny wasn’t suppose to already be learning with a whole school? Of course he’d be a hero. Eventually…

As Donny was about to eat his dinner right then and there Mamoru bursted into the kitchen. She said a bunch of things that all went over Donny’s head, but the next thing he knew he had a pan in a spatula in his hand and he was suppose to make dinner for everyone. He couldn’t even get a word in before she ran off and loudly declared that Donny was making dinner for everyone. Shanghaied into this nonsense, Donny wasn’t really sure what to do but look at the bowls and sigh. [color=firebrick]”Soon…”[/color] He said as he went to go prepare some more steaks.

[@Silver Carrot]