Chocolate colored eyes stared blankly at the back of Captain East. From how still and quiet she was, one might have thought that somebody had left a life size doll sitting at one of the booths. Snow colored hair, perfect skin, elegant monochrome coloring clothing. Mana may have looked like a doll, but she was anything but inside. A simple black mask sat in front of her on the table, as did a cup that had once contained loose leaf tea, but was now empty. The book she had brought with her tucked away in her bag, as she had already read the entire thing twice.

Mana was bored, and when she got bored, things started to happen. Almost every one of the people she loosely refered to as teammates were the victims of Mana's boredom from time to time. They'd be sitting there, minding their own business, when sudden flowers would be growing harmlessly on their head, or they'd be hanging from the ceiling by their ankles. When Mana got bored, she played with her Quirk.

All but one her teammates had suffered from her boredom before. Kane. Mana liked Kane, more importantly, being on his good side. She liked having a meatshield in battle. So she usually left him alone. Except for that one time she had grown moss on his head to give him some hair. Right now, it was Captain East who she was targeting. Small, purple, flowers were beginning to grow on his gaudy cape, covering the surface of it. The top part of the cape was nearly  completely covered, and she was beginning to work her way down. Slowly counting the seconds as they went by. She always like to see how much they were paying attention, and how long it took for them to notice.

But, Captain East was usually too drunk to notice. Maybe she should make it a little more obvious? Blank, chocolate eyes came into focus once more as she purposely broke her concentration. The purple flowers stopped growing and whatever was there stayed there. What would be obvious enough for an idiot like him to notice? Mana's eyes shifted from the back of his cape, to the ground underneath his stool. Rapidly, vines began to grow and wrap around the legs of the stool. With a simple hand motion that was more for flair than anything else, the vines yanked the stool out from under the useless drunkard. A devilish smile curled onto Mana's lips, as she waited to see what would come of this. Whatever it was would be far less boring that it was right now.