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[color=gray]Karen had been thinking about what had just happened. She was angry. The nerve that girl had showed really ticked Karen off, and both of the people who disturbed her were indeed saved by the bell, otherwise they'd be going to class with a burn or two. Her temper was rising, and with it, her temperature. She balled her hands into fists in frustration, and was unbelievably close to triggering her quirk, something she hadn't done in quite some time out of lack of necessity.

Until she was bumped into from behind. At first, she thought it to be the winged girl from before, and as such, Karen expertly threw her fist where she assumed her nose to be, her hair seemingly melding together as she spun around, looking ever more intense. She was momentarily surprised to not see the girl, but instead, a young man. Her fist stopped mere inches from his chin, as he was taller than she predicted. She stopped her aggression, and pulled her hand back, then straightened up, though continuing to stare the boy in the eyes. Her temper had simmered, mostly due to her prematurely throwing a punch. She was better than that, but she had let it get to her too much. Shameful. 
[color=red]"Keep walking to class like this never happened if you know what's good for you."[/color] Her voice was once again devoid of emotion, and she turned around to return to class. She didn't like the boy, but she was still ashamed that she lost her temper, so cutting him some slack seemed fine.

She eventually reached the class, and, although she was internally bothered by the winged girl and the other boy being there, showed no emotion. She just walked back to her seat, and sat down quietly. She pushed her chair back slightly, and put her feet up on the table once more, uncaring of the teacher's presence.[/color]