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Well, Souta had expected this.

He arrived at the top only to watch as almost everyone else joined into a blob of humanity, completely ignoring him. It was exactly what he had wanted when he woke up that morning, but he couldn't help being slightly offended. What, was he ugly? He didn't much think so, but maybe he wasn't the best person to judge his own attractiveness. Maybe it was because he had been awake all night and probably had bags under his eyes. He didn't know, he hadn't seen a mirror all day, but he could assume.

Or maybe they just knew each-other and he was over-analyzing. That could be it too.

He couldn't shake that feeling no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he was wrong. Why did he care so much anyway? He never cared this much about anything before, not ever since baseball.

Well, whatever, he was here for his license, right? In however many years that took to get. He didn't want to make friends, right? He'd be cordial, but he didn't care enough to be friendly. Maybe that would change, it was doubtful, but maybe... right? 

Ergh, why'd he have to go and screw it all up, he was good at baseball, when he played, his team-mates loved him, he didn't need to prove a goddamn thing. Now he had to work to get a job that he didn't care about so he could work at that until he died.

Well, whining about it to himself wasn't going to do anything, he needed to prioritize, and then let things fall where they may. Souta could eventually find at least contentment if he just calmed down. Let the past lie.

Like that was gonna happen.

Right, goals, okay, now he needed to figure out where the hell he needed to be. Maybe the girl that just got dropped off could help him figure it out, it wasn't that she looked like she had her stuff in order, she was just alone, so he didn't have to deal with anyone else. He sighed, and trudged his way over to her, putting on his least-frowny face.

[color=8493ca]"Hey, do you know where we're supposed to go?"[/color] Souta asked simply. He sounded more gravelly than he intended, maybe an after-effect of the sleep deprivation. Oh well, he didn't much care what this girl thought of him. He was more focused on just figuring this whole situation out and-

[i]Her eyes are different colors.[/i]

The realization immediately brought his eyes from a lazy scan into a focused glare. Those eyes were definitely different from each-other. Was this a quirk mutation like his hands? Maybe, though he recalled this being one of the mutations that occurred even before quirks showed up, if his history teacher was telling the truth. Well it drew one's eye, he couldn't tear his own eyes away. The realization that he was staring caused him to let a sneer cross his face, directed internally of course, she'd understand that. Not that he cared. He never cared, never.

Why did he feel that he was trying to convince himself rather than stating facts?

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[hider=TL;DR]Souta bitches about being ignored by everyone else because they actually have friends, Souta bitches to himself about fucking up, Souta calms the fuck down. Souta approaches Umi for directions and stares weirdly because her eyes are different colors. What a creeper[/hider]