[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/nyCOTFH.png[/img] [h3][color=bc8dbf]Yashiro, Takeshi[/color][/h3] [/center] [hr] Takeshi shook his head at the blonde's last comment before entering the girls locker room. No, perhaps not unless she challenged him, but he would have to find out more info on the girl...perhaps ask Michiko, she was really good with pro hero’s and their families. She had a gifted mind and remembered almost everything. He picked up his phone and looked over as another student, one from his last class came up to him, bloodied. What the hell was wrong with the students here? Though he was impressed with the boys control over his pain, most would be almost screaming in pain. When he mentioned how women were fascinating creatures, he could hear the deep sarcasm in his voice and only tilted his head to the side while shrugging. He introduced him as Roy Kusayangagi, bringing up that he noticed his quirk. Which on the other hand, Takeshi had noticed Roy’s was very similar to his family's style. Though the opposite and used light instead. Still, his grasp of his quirk was more intricate than Takeshi’s. He had noticed some of his abilities with his fight with the tall one, and of course the hand he made with Ms. Mako. He did mentioned that he spoke with his sister already. He raised an eyebrow, Thankfully he didn’t say anything more than she just said he was good. He bowed his head. [color=bc8dbf] Thank you... [/color]as he was complemented. He watched as he suddenly ran off towards the girls locker room and hid in the blind spot for a moment he didn’t understand but it suddenly clicked. Despite how childish it was, Even Takeshi had resorted to scaring his sister. He knew that look of excitement anywhere. He quickly opened his phone and clicked on the camera and he pressed record. Sure enough after a couple of seconds, the door opened and the blonde came out. Catching her scream and getting red in the face with embarrassment. She then yelled at Roy. He just cleared his voice as he started to walk away, loud enough to gain her attention while pressing the play button. After hearing the recording of herself screaming. He looked her in the eyes with a sly smug look of his own. [color=bc8dbf]“Yes...to answer your question… I will go ‘all out’, I’m sure others would love to see a prim and proper girl like yourself be scared out of her wits. Perhaps someone in particular with blonde hair himself?”[/color] He said as he slipped the phone into his pocket. He had saw Jett and Mina together sitting on the bench with a worried look on her face. That and how she sat with him at lunch, and left with him. Perhaps he meant a little more to her than normal. He was sure she wouldn’t want Jett to see this embarrassing video. [@Silver Carrot][@pkken] [center][h2][i][color=007236]Jett Haven[/color][/i][/h2][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/01mpX2U.png[/img][/center][center][img]https://s26.postimg.org/ls8uskhhl/image.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [img]https://s1.postimg.org/6dgln23kn3/Avatar.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#C9C916]#C9C916[/color] ||| 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#3F9CB1]#3F9CB1[/color] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[/center] [hr] Jett didn’t answer Kasuke as she told him to get some rest. Still in that concerning tone. He sat there for a bit after everyone had left. The warm breeze of the evening blowing against his face, as he went through what happened just recently over and over again. Realizing what an ass he was and while at the same time, how stubborn Haruka was. But how different she was now that she had lost her leg. She wasn’t the same bad ass, center of attention, funny dork he met back when he was ten… He pulled the necklace back over his head and held it in his other hand that was free of the tie he had wrapped around. He rubbed his thumb against the fake jewel as thousands of different thoughts and memories of Haruka rushed through his mind. But, one did come to his mind. [i]Six years before[/i] [hr] Jett was walking towards school, having a doctor's appointment earlier in the day and was dropped off at home because his mom and dad had an emergency to attend to as heros. Even so, it was still early enough to make it… Or at least, it should have been, if he hadn’t been sidetracked by the sudden sound of snoring coming from a nearby pine shrub. He stopped for a moment, unsure about what he heard at first but made his way over to the pine shrub. It didn’t look very large… but upon closer inspection, it seemed like all but the bigger branches of the shrub had been trimmed off, leaving an amorphous orb of outer needles which could be brushed aside, revealing a shady hollow underneath. And there, nestled between two particularly smooth forks of the central trunk was… The girl lay utterly still, her arms folded behind her head and her legs propped against the other side of the fork. Her eyes were shut, and save for the rustling of her short cropped black hair in the breeze - which could easily have been mistaken at a glance for just a bit more of the shrubbery from the outside - and the steady rising and falling of her stomach with each breath, she was completely still. As he parted the branches to peer in, however, a ray of light shone through the gap, leaving splashes of sunshine dancing across her form like a mosaic in motion. One such ray of lambent light passed sharply over her eyes, and the lid of one fluttered immediately open. [color=#C9C916]“Who’s there?”[/color] The girl’s voice sounded cold, almost defensive. Perhaps “hostile” would have been a better word, if it weren’t for the devil-may-care attitude that positively seemed to emanate from her. She stared him down with a single golden eye, but didn’t even bother to unfold her arms or lift her head from where she’d been lying. If it weren’t for the fact she’d stopped snoring, it would have almost been like she’d never woken up at all. Even her voice sounded too lazy to actually bother caring that someone had found her napping spot. Her eye wandered up and down, looking him over from his head to his feet, and then, seemingly satisfied, shutting once again. [color=#C9C916]“A student, huh? Whatever. If they sent somebody to look for me, it’d be some big dumb teacher. ‘Sides, the sun’s still at an angle, so class probably hasn’t even started yet…”[/color] She gave a slight shrug, then rolled over to one side, turning her face away from him. [color=#C9C916]“Oi. Lower that branch. You’re makin’ it hard to sleep.”[/color] Jett was speechless for a bit as she went on about a few things. He was just still surprised that there was a girl sleeping in a pine. So very odd, and her carefree attitude was intriguing. He had never seen this girl before at his school, and he knew many kids. The uniform she was wearing didn’t look familiar, either. It had a black jacket rather than the blue one he was familiar with. And yet, she was right outside the school gates, and had mentioned something about a teacher… As if to confirm his suspicions, he heard heavy footfalls jogging rapidly past the bush, and saw a large shape crossing the grounds, looking about, then circling around the side of the school and out of sight. “Harukaze-kun! Where did you run off to?!” A man that sounded distinctly like Jett’s homeroom teacher was shouting something in the distance… and my oh my, he did not sound happy. [color=#C9C916] “Geez, so noisy,”[/color] The girl on the branch grumbled, rolling back over with an irritated sigh. Wait she was in his class? He looked over to where he heard his homeroom teacher, who looked straight at Jett. “Haven, have you seen a black haired student with gold eyes around here?” Jett hesitated for a moment, looking around for a moment before his eyes connected with the girls. She was blocked still by the pine so his teacher couldn’t see her. After a moment's pause he looked back to his homeroom teacher. [color=00a651]“No Sensei! I think I would remember someone with gold eyes!” [/color] The teacher sighed and started to walk away. “Make sure you are in class on time Haven!” Jett only nodded and glanced back at the girl who was Harukaze and smiled. Harukaze blinked in momentary surprise, but shrugged and rolled back over a moment later, evidently unconcerned. [color=#C9C916] “He’s gonna be super mad if he finds out you lied, ya’ know. You sure you don’t wanna tell him I’m here?”[/color] She observed casually, casting a sly grin back over her shoulder and down at him. He shrugged, as he looked away.[color=00a651] “Nope…not really. He’s a jerk anyways.[/color]” He glanced up just catching the sly grin at the last moment. “I an’t no snitch.” he said jokingly. He then said, [color=00a651]“My name’s Jett by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”[/color] He offered his hand to shake her hand. [color=#C9C916]“Suit yourself,”[/color] The girl said, giving another apathetic shrug. As he reached out his hand, it was clear that she noticed it, but evidently, she didn’t feel particularly inclined to descend from her little perch to return the gesture. [color=#C9C916]“Jett Haven, huh?”[/color] She mumbled to herself, evidently having pieced together his full name from his earlier conversation with the teacher. She gave a second glance to his hair, then nodded knowingly. [color=#C9C916]“A foreigner, but you use slang… So it’s not that you’re a foreigner, but rather that your parents are foreign. And, judging by the fact that the idiot who was gullible enough to believe you remembered you by name and told you not to be late, you’re in the same year as me. But, since he felt the need to remind you, and since you lied, you’re not a very good student, are you?”[/color] She rattled off a list of deductions with surprising speed, sounding more confident in each successive bit of reasoning than the one which had come before it. By the end of her little address, one might practically have expected her to slip into a deerstalker cap and explain that it was all “elementary, my dear Watson.” Harukaze chuckled to herself, a fresh grin appearing on her face. She seemed rather proud of her observational skills, to say the least. [color=#C9C916]“Ah, how bad. My parents always warned me about hanging out with people who tell lies and cut classes… Ooh, and foreigners are supposedly really casual and rude, right? What a shame… I might be influenced to become a delinquent. How bad, how bad indeed.”[/color] He frowned when she didn't shake his hand, but let it drop to his side. He couldn't help but shrug as she pegged him for a student who gets into trouble. Sounding awfully like Sherlock Holmes, a book his father read to him growing up. When she went on to explain how foreigners were rude, how she shouldn't hang with people who lie and cut classless. He raised his eyebrow, and said in return. [color=00a651]“ Foreigners are rude and casual? I was just helping a pretty girl hide from ’some big dumb teacher’ so she can continue to nap through class on her own accord. And the only thanks I received was rudeness and insults.”[/color] He sighed as he said it nonchalantly [color=00a651]“I hardly doubt you would be influenced by a foreigner like me. But I'll hang out with you if that's what you're getting at.”[/color] Saying with slight smile. [color=#C9C916]“Hmm, it seems this one doesn’t understand sarcasm…”[/color] The girl mumbled to herself, sounding as though she was taking notes, or perhaps narrating a nature documentary. [color=#C9C916]“I guess I could let it slide since you said I was pretty, though... “[/color] She trailed off, before giving him a wary look. [color=#C9C916]“Although, if you’re expecting me to act like I owe you anything, don’t get your hopes up. Even if that guy figured out where I was, there’s no way he could catch me, anyhow.”[/color] Another shrug punctuated this statement. [color=#C9C916]“But, I guess this is a nice place for napping, and it’d be a pain if I could only use it this once, so… thanks, I guess.”[/color] [color=00a651]“That wasn't so hard was it? You're welcome by the way. “[/color] he said with a big ol grin. [color=00a651]“Well have a good nap. I'll cash in that ‘I owe you’ later. It's only fair.” [/color]He added as he started to walk away. He heard her clearly. But he ignored it, as well as the cry of [color=#C9C916]“Hey, wait just a minute!”[/color] that rang out behind him as he left. Huh. So it was possible to get a rise out of her, he thought to himself as his he held his big grin on his face as he headed to class. Homeroom that day started late. The teacher didn’t show up until almost fifteen minutes after the bell rang, and had been seen out the window running back and forth across the school grounds. By the time he shambled into class, he seemed exhausted. The bored-looking transfer student he dragged in behind him, however, hardly even seemed winded. He delivered a breathless excuse of some sort, but his words slurred together as he brushed the sweat from his brow and flopped down into a chair. Honestly, the poor man looked like he’d just run a marathon, and given the absolute death glare he was giving to the dark-haired girl slouching in the corner, it was pretty obvious to Jett what the cause of his present discomposure was. After a few sputtered commands, the girl seemed to finally realize why she was standing at the front of the class - that, or she had just been stubbornly intent on being as obtuse as possible, and so had refused to comply until it was absolutely demanded of her. But, when the time came for her to make her self-introduction… [color=#C9C916]“‘Yo.”[/color] She raised two fingers in what could either have been a wave or a salute, and gave a cheeky grin. [color=#C9C916]“I’m Harukaze Haruka. I guess I’m gonna be in this class from now on.”[/color] She scratched her head, and glanced back to the teacher, who simply glowered at her - but she just kept grinning as if she didn’t even notice. [color=#C9C916]”Let’s see… I honestly don’t care what you call me, so long as it’s not stupid. I’m faster than anyone, super tough, and I can do anything if I put my mind to it. Basically, fate’s on my side, so mess with me if you dare!”[/color] She gave a raucous laugh, and put her hands at her hips, standing sharply upright as if she was trying to tower over the rows of confused students sitting in front of her despite her own meager stature. Her little boast was almost immediately cut off by the teacher, who dismissed her with a “That’s enough!” and sent her off to go sit in the far back corner of the room, away from the other students. That seemed to suit her just fine, however, as she spent more of that class looking out the window than she did paying attention to anything the teacher said, and was called out no less than four times for putting her feet up on her desk. If one had to describe her behavior, the best word for it would probably be “theatrical.” It was as if she was trying to play up every single stereotype she could to be the most mysterious and menacing new arrival as she could. As for whether it worked or not… By the end of the first week since her arrival, almost everyone knew about Harukaze Haruka, the rumored problem child. However, almost nobody had spoken to her, and of those bold few who had, they’d usually just ended up fighting. It was immediately clear right from the very start that this girl had absolutely no interest in making friends, and no concern for the world around her. Even when she was in the same room, it was like she was miles away. And yet, it was precisely because of how far away she seemed that one almost couldn’t help but pay attention to her. She was a nuisance, to be sure… but she was still somehow larger than life, and one almost felt compelled to laugh or gawk at her ridiculous behavior. Despite all this, Jett was perhaps the only one who was insane enough to keep on trying. Smiling and saying hello when ever he had an opportunity. Offering her to sit with him at lunch. Each and every time it was clear she had no interest in becoming his friend, and more often than not, he’d hardly have any time to so much as speak to her before she was gone again. Sometimes, a black blur would speed through the hallways, pursued by several angry students. Others, he’d hear shouts from outside and look out the window to find what looked like a fight against something that couldn’t be seen. Or others, he’d simply catch a glimpse of that tiny figure, settled alone in the corner of the cafeteria - but by the time he could get through the crowd to reach her, she’d already be finished and out the door. It seemed impossible to get close to her, much less understand her - that is, until that night... [hr]