[center][h1][color=BEDE79][u]S h u n[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
[sub][b]April 7th -- School Grounds[/b][/sub] [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[color=BEDE79]"Ex-excuse me,"[/color] the tall boy's gentle voice came from the side of Knightmare now as her attention was more on yelling at several of the other students. [color=BEDE79]"I just wanted to give you this."[/color] He held the pineapple in his hand outstretched towards the tiny woman, looking completely and utterly [i]awkward.[/i] [color=BEDE79]"My grandmother used to bring pineapples to every new person she met,"[/color] he added sheepishly, [color=BEDE79]"and she said my mom did too."[/color] His voice trailed off into silence after he added that. [i]Mom.[/i] Why was he bringing her up out of the blue? After all, his father constantly told him-- 

[center][hr] • Osaka, 10 months ago. • [/center] 
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[color=red]"Don't talk about her!"[/color] Renji Tanaka's voice was loud and gruff as he pushed himself out from under the large automobile he was working under. [color=red]"Especially not while i'm working! Now hand me that wrench-"[/color] he said, pointing to the tool shelf in the Tanaka garage. The Tanaka Garage was probably the best garage for race cars in all of Osaka, and Renji Tanaka, his father and even his grandfather had made it such. In his mind, the entire Tanaka Clan would run the business, from father to son until the end of time. Until Shun came up with [i]that[/i] letter. 

[color=BEDE79]"My aptitude scores put me toward the hero track. They say that I have a power very similar to another hero, dad. Why won't you tell me about mom's quirk?" [/color]

[color=red]"She didn't have a quirk, like I said. She didn't have a quirk, she got sick when you were little and died. So drop it!"[/color] Renji was already up, walking towards his son, yanking the wrench out of his hand. [color=red]"And the hero track? Don't make me laugh. You're going to work here with your younger brother. [i]That's[/i] your track in life son. Not getting yourself killed as a hero for people who don't even care about you.[/color]

Shun's eyes closed tightly as his father went back to working on the car, using [i]his[/i] quirk to stretch his limbs around and into the engine of the car. 

[hr] [center]• The Present •[/center] 
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Shun just stood there, wondering why he thought back to [i]that[/i] awful memory of that day. Why did this lady make him think so much about it? Maybe it was how her yelling reminded him of his father. No, that wasn't it at all. He then realized that he was away from his seat, and had approached his sensei without permission. He deeply bowed his head, his face growing deep scarlet, still holding the pineapple out for the woman. [color=BEDE79]"I'm-i'm sorry I got up without permission! I wasn't thinking!" [/color]

Oh he was a barrel of laughs.