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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]Y[/b][/color]usuke was basking very quietly in her lighter emotions. That rather negative air that had been blowing from her was casually, naturally turning kind, if not brighter. He liked that. It was one of the reasons he stayed so involved in his image and job. He enjoyed brining peace and respite to people. 

	[b]T[/b]hen the bell rung shrill and loud; hurting his ears and breaking not only [b][i]his[/i][/b] concentration but hers as well.

	[color=silver][b]Y[/b][/color]usuke frowned. Not at the loud sound but at Diana's inner reaction. 

	[color=silver][i]Another clue,[/i][/color] he thought. [color=silver][i]This conditioning runs deep. Its rooted in her and its not letting go.[/i][/color] 

	[b]T[/b]hen her hand touched his shoulder; Yusuke fought the intense urge to shoo her hand away. It was so ingrained in him that it took everything not to make a move. She spoke words that he had forgotten in the ensuing confusion. For a slight second he felt like he had ceased to exist. There was no light, no sense of feel, no smells or tastes. Where had he gone? then the next moment he had been assailed by everything. 

	[b]L[/b]ight suffused between the classroom and hallway, the sterilized smell of the class room, Diana's soft scent and touch. Yusuke looked over his shoulders in clear panic, his gray eyes clear and wide but colored with a gentle curiosity as well. But all his questions were hushed by her thankful stare. 

	[b]H[/b]is heart faltered, it thrummed loud in his chest once, twice, thrice more. 

	[color=silver][b]Y[/b][/color]usuke had been wrong. He believed Diana's smile to be pretty but compared to this look, this grateful stare, it was [b]normal[/b] at best. He averted his gaze, threw away his accusations and made his way to his chair as well. He sat down and pretended to touch his chest; in reality he was trying his darnest to calm his heart. Putting emphasis on his psionic touch to massage it. 

	[color=silver][i]Damn, they really will be the death of me.[/i][/color]