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[color=silver][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@LunarisDaFox]
[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]T[/b][/color]he library had been mostly quiet. All except the typical yet smooth sounds of pages being flipped and the shuffles of others getting comfortable. It was the kind of silence that Yusuke had come to enjoy at his middle school. Despite his popularity as "Prince Charming" and his fame as the "Natsume Heir", the catacombs of books that offered him peace. And now it had become a sanctuary of his. Even if his day was filled with the voices of others, he always had this tiny respite to look forward to. 

	[b]T[/b]hat was until [i][b]she[/b][/i] had found her way across from him. In a wooden seat much like his own, she settled down and placed a pair of earphones in, as if seek solace even from the muteness of the library. With his arms casually crossed over his chest, Yusuke simply stared at her. She had looked familiar. The subtle cuteness that lurked beneath that indifference of hers, the blur of silver white hair cut short. 

	[b]H[/b]e pondered harder. 

	[b]E[/b]ven harder. 

	[b]T[/b]hen it came to him. She was the one who had crashed into him in the hallway, threatened to send him into a world of pain if not for his psionic skin. The altercation was really comical; it actually spread a quaint smile on his face. He looked away from her and stood to leave the table for another one. Although he held no grudge, he was never one to share his space with another, and she wafted a peculiar emotion in the air. It was if she was pushing the masses away.
	
	[b]H[/b]e would not disrespect her inner wishes. 

	[b]H[/b]is Uphone had been placed face-down infront of her. He reached out to grab it, pulled his surgical mask down, offered a soft, [color=silver][b]"Excuse me,"[/b][/color] and started to walk off. 

	[b]S[/b]omething gnawed at him though. It was a thought, an intention of his psionic abilities. It led him back to the table, where he sat down in the chair in front of her, and nudged the air in her direction. Hopefully it would draw her attention towards him without him needing to actually touch her. 

	[b]I[/b]f he had drawn her attention; he would be hesitant, eyes averted to the left before fixing on her tentatively. [color=silver][i]What is my psionic powers trying to tell me?[/i][/color]

	 [color=silver][b]"Hey."[/b][/color]