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Fumika raised her head slightly, her brows seeming to jolt upward momentarily with what might have been surprise. Why was it, she wondered, that he could so easily say the opposite of what everyone else had always told her, and yet make her want to believe it anyway? The way he put it was simple, matter of fact. It made perfect sense. He wouldn't be talking to her, asking her these things if he thought she was boring, would he? But then... He'd told her not to approach him before, right? But then again, he'd gotten hurt somehow and couldn't talk about it... Maybe that had been because he was worried about her? Then, right now... he was telling the truth? Right? He wouldn't lie to her about something like this. He wanted to her about [i]her.[/i] He actually cared what she was thinking about, what she'd been doing. She felt grateful, and yet...

...She had absolutely no idea where to begin. She'd been thinking about so many different things, but hadn't said any of them to anyone because she didn't want to be a nuisance. Each individual thought, burned into her perfect memory, jumped forth with crystal clarity, all clamoring to be spoken now that she finally had the chance.

[color=#F50A83]"I... Umm..."[/color] She hesitated. There were too many words, too many things to say. Nothing would come out.

The view from her window was pretty. The fifth book she'd "read" the day before had an interesting hero who kind of reminded her of him. Haruka had been acting strange since her argument with Jett. She still needed to record a few things for her Quirk Usage project and, even if she could just have her copies do it for her, for some reason she'd considered asking him to help her even though it would have been bothersome and she'd thought he was mad at her. During this conversation alone, she hadn't been able to help using her Quirk to scan him at least three more times when she was sure he wasn't paying attention to her, just to confirm that he wasn't really seriously hurt anymore. For some reason, when he smiled at her, she felt lonely and didn't know why.

...For some reason, it didn't feel like she could say most of those things. The former were too unrelated to anything. There wasn't a reason to talk about them, and he hadn't asked. And as for the latter three... For some reason, she just felt like it would be very bad to talk about them. It made her face feel hot, and she felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden.

But she needed to say something - needed to answer his question. She rubbed her hair against her cheeks. She was calm. [i][color=#0A8BF5]Calm. Now answer.[/color][/i]

[color=#F50A83]"Hmmm... I have a roommate now. Her name is Hatori-san."[/color] She turned around, motioning to where she thought the girl in question would be standing, only to realize that she wasn't there. Had she left her behind? She was sure Hatori had been following her... Right. She'd broken into a run for some reason, which meant...

[i][color=#0A8BF5]...I was too fast and left her behind.[/color][/i]

[color=#F50A83]"...Oh."[/color] She murmured, her bangs wriggling in disappointment. She glanced back to Yoshida with a slightly sheepish look. [color=#F50A83]"Umm... Anyway, she's very nice. And really strong. Oh, but when she fights, it's actually a bit scary... But she's nice, so it's alright. We're friends now. I think."[/color] That was one question, at least. But he'd asked so many. What was next?

[color=#F50A83]"And... I also made friends with a few other people in class, too. Like Reina and Jett. Oh. And I visited Haruka the other day, too. We had pizza and watched a show about superheroes. It was fun."[/color]

As she spoke, a faint but nevertheless warm smile had, for the briefest of moments, crossed her face. She'd managed to answer all of his questions. She was finally keeping up with his pace without being left behind! But... how long could she really do this before it would become a problem? Already, it was getting to be a bit difficult to judge how much she should and shouldn't say. She didn't want to be a nuisance, and most of what she had to think about wasn't as interesting as whatever Yoshida might want to talk about anyway... And yet, he'd asked her to say more about herself. How much was more? Unable to answer this for herself, she stopped, frowned, and tilted her head slightly to the side, her upright antenna of hair curling itself slowly into a confused spiral.

[color=#F50A83]"...Is talking like this... better? I'm sorry. I don't usually talk this much, so it's... difficult."[/color]

[@Zeroth]