[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/eBgjy0B.png?1[/img][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • Chihaiten Academy, Sakai (Japan) •
[sub][@Polaris North][/sub] [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[b][color=2A9FCB]“I’m Yoshiba Mizuhana.”[/color][/b] She responded in turn, introducing herself to the boy who attempted to engage with her. [b][color=2A9FCB]“Use whatever honorifics you want, if that’s your thing.”[/color][/b]

The blue-haired girl’s introduction was as friendly as could be expected, though there was a certain thought brewing in her head and her hair’s movements indicated her mood as much as it had before, “looking” in the direction of Watanamiya Rikuo as it laid on Yoshiba’s leftmost shoulder. This apparently curiosity entirely based on the words that Rikuo chose; specifically a [i]certain[/i] word.

[color=2A9FCB][i]Fun?[/i][/color] 

Rikuo’s comment was something that Yoshiba couldn’t understand. Did he think being a hero was [i]fun?[/i] Did he think that sacrificing yourself in the name of heroism and the public community was [i]fun?[/i] Did he think the consequences of being abandoned for several years was [i]fun?[/i] Her expression remained cold as she looked at him, contemplating how to deride or comment on his statements. She didn’t want another situation where the assortment of sidekicks behind her wanted to argue about how their feelings were hurt or how her comments were “unacceptable”—she didn’t have the time or patience for such things, after all—but she didn’t just want to accept his comments flat out like they were okay either.

With a raised brow she stated this in her way. [b][color=2A9FCB]“You think we’re here to have fun?”[/color][/b]