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[color=2A9FCB][i]Another person who wants to chatter when we should be focused. Ngh.[/i][/color] 

Yoshiba turned to look at the brown-haired student that sat next to her. Much like the row behind her, Yoshiba understood this meant he was another first year and potentially one of her to-be classmates; by extension, this meant he was a [i]rival[/i]. However, she didn’t want a repeat of the “conversation” she had just left, so she decided to be [i]civil[/i], a disposition that wasn’t foreign to her despite appearances. Her hair loosened on its vice grip on the back of her chair, now “looking” in the direction of the newcomer. It was probably better that Yoshiba looked “presentable” to any instructors that could have noticed her as they walked by; not that she cared about how things “looked” when she knew she was in the right. Being a hero wasn’t meant for fun and games or caring what other people thought—being a hero was doing your best and giving your all. Beyond 100%. After all, that’s what her parents did.

[b][color=2A9FCB]“Yo.”[/color][/b] She commented informally as her eyes met his own.