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[color=e74c3c][h1] Roy Kusayanagi [/h1][/color]
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As Jett’s palm flew into Roy’s chest the boy felt the adrenaline begin to course through his veins, his body began to shake as he tried to his best to keep from decking Jett square in the face. Though with the rate that things were going at, it would be inevitable. Jett and Roy were now face to face in a full on shouting match and were now accumulating a small crowd around them.

Roy could feel his body temperature rise alongside his anger as smoke began sparsely emanating from his head as the moisture in his hair evaporated. Jett truly didn’t know Roy’s purposes or why he was here and spewing out these false accusations seemed to only further push him past the point of no reasons. Roy’s eye twitched when he claimed that he only got into the hero course just to even put a number of students, a clear low blow that ticked Roy off even more.

Jett continued on with his claims of how everything was but it really just showed how completely ignorant he was to the situation at hand. He didn’t know about why they were attacked in the first place, what they had to go through to survive, nor what was given up in order to survive. All he did was just hear the short and sweet version of what happened and based his assumptions off of that. Jett didn't know a thing about why he was here nor what who he was doing it for.

[color=e74c3c][i]“Shut your fucking mouth”[/i][/color]

Despite saying that, Jett continued on with what he was saying, claiming that he was going to take what Roy was dishing out, his voice at this point was like nails to a chalk board. 

[color=e74c3c]“Stop acting like you know everyone’s fucking story, you don’t know a god damn thing about us or what we are going through! For us to get here we had to overcome our own demons, I’m not going to let you shit on our hard work!”[/color]

Roy’s eyes had dilated and his mind went blank, the only thing he could focus on at the moment was Jett and relieving his anger. Rage swept over the blonde boy in one fell swoop as he slid his foot back, cocked his fist, and swung at Jett's jaw with a right hook, his movement was so quick that the hood of his jacket flew off from the top of his head as he made the first strike. 

[@Aerandir]