[CENTER][h1][color=#BCB0B4]KEMURIKAGE AKEMI
煙影 明美[/color][/h1][/CENTER]
[hr][right][color=gray][color=BCB0B4]Location[/color] — Outside Ishin Academy
[color=BCB0B4]Interacting[/color] — [@TGM][/color][/right][hr]

[indent][center][color=BB8EFF]“You know, I hear smoking’s bad for you.”[/color][/center]

A voice pierced the veil of silence that had, for so long, hung over Akemi's humble little space. It also disrupted her concentration, the cloud of billowing white smoke she had been carefully threading through itself for amusement left to the mercy of the wind, no longer under her thrall. She diverted her gaze from the blue sky above, her tired eyes searching out the source of the disturbance. A girl, in the same uniform she had been seeing all day. A classmate, she supposed, judging by the way she carried herself. She could practically see the nerves coming off the purple-haired young woman. Maybe she would've been full of nerves too, if she could muster up the energy to care all that much. Or hadn't spent the better part of the morning chain smoking a pack of cigarettes. The nicotine really tended to mellow her out.

[color=BCB0B4]"Yeah,"[/color] She eventually decided to give the girl a response, bringing her fingers up to gingerly grip the paper roll between her lips and take a drag, only to pluck it free so she could exhale, a long, wispy stream into the air between them, [color=BCB0B4]"That's kinda the point."[/color]

The girl, whoever she was, seemed the chatty type. Eager to fill the void with inane banter. Maybe it was the nerves, her anxiety driving her to try and reach out for someone share the burden with. Or maybe she just felt drawn in by the mystique of a messy blonde girl puffing on a smoke outside one of Japan's most severe hero academies. Speculating on the reason wasn't nearly as fun as playing with her Quirk, Akemi decided, but she couldn't very just ignore her. That might only encourage her to get pushier.

[color=BCB0B4]"They don't let you carry these into the auditorium,"[/color] She waved the burning roll in her hand to-and-fro for emphasis, tapping it against the near-solid puff of smoke to her right to deposit the growing ash at its tip. Then it went right back where it belonged, hanging loose at the corner of her mouth, ready to be drawn on at her leisure. 

[color=BCB0B4]"How 'bout you? You scared security's gonna confiscate your chopsticks or something?"[/color][/indent]