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The girl's response was helpful at least, even if it took her a while to get it out. She was clearly a bit socially inept, so Souta wasn't going to follow after her when she took off. He wasn't going to force himself on anyone, he just wanted directions, that's the long and short of it.

Her eyes were still weird though. Oh well, it wasn't important, if it had anything to do with her quirk, he'd find out soon enough.

The group over there seemed to be getting loud, real loud. One voice in specific actually. Souta didn't know any of the other students' names, but that one over there, the blue one, he didn't need a name to stick in Souta's mind the instant he saw him, roaring arrogantly and only being quelled by a teacher's intervention.

Souta hated him already.

Some UA wannabe who thought he was better than everyone else. Souta immediately felt the warmth of anger fill the vacuum that had taken hold of him ever since the breaking of his arm. He was shocked. Somehow he felt... passionate again. Just from seeing some asshole being an asshole. Huh. He'd have to think on that more, but right now he'd rather dwell on how he'd knock the blue kid down a peg rather than be happy that he felt alive again.

He had managed to antagonize a good portion of the class already, so the lot of them probably wouldn't mind if he tried to deal some sweet justice.

Wait, okay, so the teacher that just intervened was apparently their homeroom teacher, and he had said that they needed to head to the assembly hall, which another of the teachers had repeated. Okay. Souta had lost himself a bit there. He should probably start heading in, he didn't wanna be the one guy who didn't show.

He started walking in, but the path that he was taking didn't seem right, it wasn't close enough. He needed to move over just a bit, juuuust a bit.

In the effort of doing so, he bumbled into the bulky fellow, and it felt like he'd knocked his elbow off of a rock. People were usually soft, not solid stone as this guy seemed to be. He probably would have fallen if not for his quirk balancing him.

[color=8493ca]"Oh uh, sorry,"[/color] he said simply, offering a slightly softened scowl to the larger boy, before continuing on his way.

As he passed by the blue-skinned student, he slowed to a stop and rubbed the back of his neck in faux-introspection. He loudly sighed.

[color=8493ca]"All these students, and none of them impress me,"[/color] he said. Another sigh came out of his mouth. [color=8493ca]"Guess I'm just gonna be the stand-out. I thought I'd at least have to try. How disappointing."[/color]

He offered a pointed look at the boy with the turbines for arms.

This was going to be fun.

[hider=TL;DR]Souta overhears an argument and this sets fire to his beating heart. He bumps into Kenji before beginning to softly antagonize Hiroki.[/hider]