[CENTER][h1][color=#2dc9e5]MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫[/color][/h1][/CENTER]
[hr][right][color=gray][color=2dc9e5]Location[/color] — Somewhere in Sapporo
[color=2dc9e5]Interacting[/color] — [@Mcmolly][/color][/right][hr]

[indent]Murasame's eyes flickered with recognition at Saika's explanation. What a relief. He had almost been right, of course, but rather than a sign of overexertion, it was just an unfortunate side effect of her power. He almost felt bad for making a little scene about it. He was no stranger to how a Quirk could inconvenience one's daily life, after all. Having undue attention drawn to it, being made to feel like a freak for it, those feelings had haunted him for as long as he could remember. Luckily, it seemed his classmate was much less bothered by her peculiarities than he was by his own. Enough that she had already gotten moving by the time he had fully come to terms with it all.

[color=2dc9e5]"I, uh, are you sure about that? We don't wanna be—"[/color] He eyes nearly bulged as he watched her set the blood so gingerly offered alight right between her palms, his gaze darting back to the grass where the previous wad had landed once or twice just to make sure it hadn't started to smolder, [color=2dc9e5]"—late, right? That'd be pretty bad, with it bein' the first day and all."[/color]

Paragon of timeliness that he was, the teen wasn't so sure he could convince his companion to stay the more responsible course, not least because she had already taken to the crosswalk to reach the fabled WcDenji's. He stood at the crossroads, both literally and metaphorically, as he contemplated his options. To either ford ahead on the just path, and find the school without his guide, or to cave in to temptation, and allow himself to be swayed by the promise of an early morning WcSizzle. 


[center][b]ぐうぐうぐうぐう[/b][/center]

While his resolve had been strong, his body, unfortunately, had been weak. His words of wisdom, advising them to remain on track, were underpinned by a thunderous rumbling from his belly. He stood, hand outreached for a few humbling seconds, his mouth agape, before his shoulders deflated entirely, his arms hanging sadly at his side.

[color=2dc9e5]"Yeah, y'know, sure, I guess. I could go for some hashbrowns..."[/color]

He hurried across before the light could turn green, although with no less defeat in his stride than had been in his voice.[/indent]