[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ijNj7u3.png[/img] [b]Interactions:[/b] Hisano Okabe ([@Etranger]), Rikuo Watanayima* ([@Polaris North]), Alekos Maximos Asclepius ([@Saarebas])[/center][hr] [color=ed1c24]"Certainly,"[/color] Noah replied as Hisano asked if they and the green-haired girl, who he'd later learn was named Midori, could walk to the classroom together. It was nice to walk with someone that one was acquainted to, even though Noah still had a long way to go when it came to getting to know Hisano and Midori. However, the fact that Noah was to follow them to class [i]did[/i] remind him that he needed to set his phone up so that it could translate whatever was being said in Japanese into English for him. ... In fact, he probably should've had the phone set up that way well before he left the house this morning. Managing to scrape by holding a conversation was one thing, but trying to sit through a lecture could've ended in disaster had this not been done, and Noah already paid the price for this kind of negligence during the assembly. He tried his best to make it look like he was adequately listening to the woman making the presentation, but what was actually happening was that the vast majority of what she had to say was going [i]straight through[/i] one of his ears and out the other. Thankfully, Noah already got a breakdown on how to set the translator up from his mother; in fact, he already managed to get it up and running as he, Hisano and Midori were walking to the classroom, headphones in place and all. Hisano was the first of the three to choose her seat, which was at the second row and all the way to the right. Noah had eyed up the immediate seat behind, but didn't know if she was of the type that liked her space. The whole row was unoccupied at the moment but, having no idea where Midori wanted to sit, Noah did the next most respectable thing and sat further behind Hisano than he originally intended. He found himself in the same row, but at the opposite end of a brown-haired boy with glasses... with two much taller boys behind him. He bit his lip and gulped, his nerves already beginning to show. After all, neither of the two boys were "just tall", they both would've easily out-heightened Noah by at least a full foot, and both had significant muscle mass too them as well. The first of the two, the pink-haired one, looked at least somewhat passable for someone who was merely tall for his age bracket. But the second one, the one person of color. [i]His[/i] extremities were more into the freakish of outliers. Hell, he could've not even been a teenager any longer for all Noah knew. This in turn led Noah to question how the guy got here. Perhaps he got in at a late age. Or perhaps... no. There was no way a Hero School would consciously decide to hold a student back, for any length of time let alone a year or two, while simultaneously allowing in someone like Noah who had worryingly little control over his Quirk... and [i]that[/i] was assuming he had any at all. They'd be out of business if that was what their standards were. Noah shook his head at such a thought of the possibility, and looked over at the student in color, only to note that the boy with the glasses was just conversing with him, decidedly having not the slightest problem with it. ... Perhaps the student in color was more approachable than Noah could give him credit for at first. Revising his position yet again, he gave up his seat at the opposing end and moved closer to the boy with the glasses, turning the chair around so he'd face the student in color directly. [color=ed1c24]"Hey, um..."[/color] he paused immediately, snapping his fingers a few times in hopes the words would come to him in Japanese. He debated using English instead, although that involved banking that the student in color would be the one person that could possibly understand it well enough to tell what Noah was actually trying to say. Although he was more than willing to take that chance, Noah decided that he didn't need to take it just yet; after all, he'd probably wind up "timing" the next few pauses so that it wouldn't what language he used in the long run. So he gave trying this in Japanese a shot. Perhaps by some [i]miracle[/i] he'd get the sentence right, in which case the stars would've aligned perfectly. [color=ed1c24]"I know this maybe a bit soon considering we just met, but, uh... I gotta ask; is this your first year as well?"[/color] he asked the student in color, not wanting to add anything else to that question just to ensure it didn't come across as insensitive. After all, that was the [i]last[/i] thing he wanted. He was already concerned that saying this more confidently than he had would've ultimately yielded the same results. [hr] [hider=Le Seats] [center]- (Y.M.) - - - - - (H.O.) - - - - (R.W.) (N.A.) - - (A.A.) (Z.K.) [/center][/hider]