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[color=silver][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Shiyonichi] [@OrizaSaucer]
[color=silver][b]Location:[/b][/color] U.A. High School, Class 1-A
[color=silver][b]Quirk:[/b][/color] Beyond the Barrier (Psionic)[/center][hr]

	[color=silver][b]Y[/b][/color]usuke regarded the new arrival with a hidden interest. Her form was literally ablaze. Stormy gray eyes followed her too-average gait. He wondered momentarily what the air felt like next to her? If it was sweltering, humid, or dryer than the Sahara.

	[b]H[/b]e looked at his bony, large hands. The thin layer of prismatic hues fluctuating an inch from his skin was all too clear. It was for his own benefit, Uriko had pitched to him, despite being incapable of feeling the subtleness of the world around him. He closed his eyes shut for three seconds and found that resentment bubbling, festering deep in his chest, and pushed it down. 

	[color=silver][i]I don't hate them. I hate myself.[/i][/color]

	[b]Y[/b]usuke pushed off his desk and chair to stand up. Not knowing, especially after so long, how any of it felt. The wood, the metal, the temperature. Anything physical was like pushing against a water balloon. It just didn't feel natural; he suspected it never would. He strode over to the raven-haired kid and begun to check out his store of potential prank items. 

	[color=silver][b]"Let's go old fashion,"[/b][/color] he said from behind his surgical mask.