[h1][center][color=yellow]Yasuhide Seo[/color][/center][/h1]

As someone who constantly hides his feelings behind a face, Seo was very quick to pick up when people did the same to him. It was a subtle change in her face and the too-polite tone of her laughter that alerted him of his misstep, and it didn't take much to figure out what he'd said to put his new conversation partner a bit of the defensive. 

[color=fff200][i]Smooth, Seo. She has certainly not heard that her healing quirk would be good for healing people before.[/i][/color] Groaning to himself internally, he gave her a small nod and a chuckle in return as he rubbed the back of his head. It was as close as an admittance of his lack of tact as he was willing to make, and it seemed, all he'd be allowed as all attention was called to the center stage. Unlike Asuka, Seo was actually rather taken in by the first part of the speech. He understood that it was mainly a scare tactic to make sure that students were going to perform at their very best, but it was that atmosphere that made him want to attend Isshin. He wanted to be a hero like Yukimura-san had been in his glory days. An example of a heroic ideal that inspires others to attain the ideal only if they had the stomach to give themselves entirely to the people they swear to protect.

[color=fff200][i]Keep an eye on out, Snowman. One day I might. . . no, I [b]will[/b] be a hero that surpasses you. . . surpasses Endeavor. . . surpasses All Might himself.[/i][/color] Seo felt his heart race a bit as images of himself in the future ran through his head, his hands taking one white knuckle grip as he zoned out of the rest of the speech. [color=fff200][i]Nothing you throw at me is going to matter. I'll conquer every test you throw at me, prove that I'm not just some sad kid who can't speak, not just a burdensome reminder, and then. . . and then . . . [b]and then[/b][/i][/color]

[color=skyblue][i]"And then . . . what?"[/i][/color]

[i]The voice that rang out broke his fantasy of heroism as, suddenly, he found himself the center of attention. Everyone was looking at him with cold, expectant gazes. Upon the stage, the Principal seemed to tower over the whole auditorium, staring down at the small figure of Seo with a look that couldn't be anything more than disdain.[/i]

[color=skyblue][i]"What. . . cat's got your tongue? I'm asking you a question. What do you plan to do . . ."[/i][/color] [i]As the principle's voice trailed off, everything began to fade away into a dark shadowy mist. The cold ice blue of his eyes became a piercing red glare as the features of his face melted away into a formless shadow that hung over the boy with it's imposing presence. Seo tried to speak, to move, to do anything. But he couldn't. Could barely even breathe as the apparition reached out to him. Shadow peeled away to reveal a gnarled, clawed hand, dripping with red as it came closer and closer until he could feel an all too familiar sensation. Red clogged his vision as pain radiated from his chest, his mouth tasting of iron and nothing but a strained, faint heartbeat pumping through his veins. And, as he felt himself losing consciousness, he heard a voice speak once more.[/i]

[color=ffdb9a]"Yasuhide-san? Is everything okay?"[/color] 

Seo came to with a start, eyes darting this way and that as he blinked away the remnants of his hallucination. Taking a deep breath, he leaned over to center himself in the current reality. He was at Isshin Academy, in the auditorium, next to a cute girl he'd just met. He'd made a friend, and pulled a prank on some stiff-looking guy. He wasn't back in that house. He wasn't in any danger. He was in control and he wasn't scared. He wasn't scared. He. Was Not. Scared. Taking another deep breath, Seo ran a hand through his hair as he turned to the no doubt somewhat worried Asuka with as neutral an expression as he could muster. 

[color=fff200]'Yeah, I'm fine. I space out. Speech real boring, ya know.'[/color]  His signs were jumbled and rushed, hands visibly shaking somewhat as he pushed his way through them to get the general message across. Asuka didn't even get a chance to really respond to him either as he was already collecting his things and heading over to where the cat-eared girl was calling for class 1A, though he didn't move fast enough to abandon her completely. Hovering nearby, he once again pressed a hand against his chest, repeating his mantra to himself once more to try and . . . re-focus himself. [color=fff200][i]Calm down Seo, this isn't the first episode you've ever had. It wasn't even the worse one. Stop freaking out. It's a new school, with new people. No one here to pity you, no one here to talk about how you used to be. New start. Fresh Start. Your Start.[/i][/color]

Readjusting his pack once more, he let out a sigh as he let a hand fall into his jacket pocket. He felt the hard plastic of the bottle as he closed his hands around it, playing with the locking cap as he considered taking one. But then he'd be [i]that[/i] kid. With a huff, he took his hand out of his pocket, adjusting the strap of his sports bag as he wondered when they were going to get a move on already.

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