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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, April 7th[/color][hr][/right]

[b]Interacting With: [@Etranger][/b][/center]

Yachiyo's body had adopted an almost rhythmic, pendular back and forth bow, overflowing with a stream of polite agreement. She soaked up Osamu's observations without any tangible resistance, instead merely emphatically "Mhm"'ing and "Ah"'ing in regular intervalls, to signal her soul-consuming attentiveness. [b][color=cfcaef]“That's... a very reasonable concern, by all means. It seems there are some, ahem... bold personalities. But then of course a healthy spirit is a hero's trait, wouldn't you agree?”[/color][/b] The optimism was squeezed through the slender girl's pores, but kind intent coated the forced attitude with a semblance of sincerity. A bright smile pushed Yachiyo's cheeks up, before her eyes followed Osamu's (rightfully) gaze.

A quiet "Eh?" escaped her lips, and her cheeks flushed with the subtle pink of disbelief. [b][color=cfcaef]"She... she is quite energetic,"[/color][/b] Yachiyo conceded with a variety of voice cracks, her body vibrating nervously across the space of her seat. The tall westerner carried herself with sheer contempt, her eye carving a searing trail into the - admittedly manageable - length of the blue-haired first-year. Who, in turn, appeared disgruntled beyond reason herself; she seemed thoroughly Japanese, so the sigh of disappointed confirmation remained absent. 

With these impressions carved into her brain, Yachiyo's brain threatened to overload with awe once The Frozen Hero took the stage, claiming everyone's attention with ease. His speech certainly seemed to invoke what one typically sought to invoke with such an event, and the already-pale Yachiyo quickly lost several magnitudes of saturation upon hearing his draconian description of the school year post-midnight. An audible swallowing sounded from her throat, before jittery fingers fished the little pamphlet wide. 

[b][color=cfcaef]“It seems like we share a general building,”[/color][/b] Yachiyo mentioned casually towards her polite classmate, looking back at Osamu with a faint smile. [b][color=cfcaef]"I wonder who and where she could be?"[/color][/b] With an inquisitive glance, Yachiyo tried to assign the mean-looking girl the names Yumi Camilla and Adrianna Kunze, concluding that the latter sounded harsher and more befitting of her exterior. Hoping to be right, she sighed in relief, not having to face such an attitude in her immediate living quarters. [b][color=cfcaef]"I... I suppose we should get going, then? I hope our roommates are nice![/color][/b] 

A bit of excitement flickered inside of the bubble girl - Her journey to become a hero had now officially begun!