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Perhaps it was fine that she was in the class of this 'Justice,' Kayo though, her smile for a moment turning almost catlike in its satisfaction. On one hand, it did rankle her slightly to be called Mi-Me. She didn't know [i]exactly[/i] what it meant, but she could probably guess, given, you know, her eyes. But on the other...in her experience, at least, cutesy nicknames led to being thought of as [i]cute[/i] quite efficiently. And she [i]craved[/i] the compliments that would come with it (or at least, what she perceived as compliments). 

So this...[i]kid[/i] would—just like the newly-introduced fish girl Izuna, who she was [i]glad[/i] wasn't a third year, this was far better than what a third year would've gone for her and she privately congratulated herself for introducing herself to her—just ease a journey that was already going to be remarkably easy.

Not to mention, there were [i]insecurities[/i] there in [i]Mr. Justice.[/i] Kayo was no mind reader, but it didn't [i]take[/i] a mind reader. Just someone like her, who was smart enough to notice it. Losing his train of thought. Eyes staring into the distance. Losing control of his Quirk, like only an [i]idiot[/i] would. That turned-down smile, covering what was no doubt pain and fear and someone that was looming over him, watching him watching everything he did and punishing him whenever he did something wrong and making him look into the mirror into her eyes—

Her face twitched again as she violently wrenched her mind back into shape. 

[i]The point was[/i], something was eating at him. She didn't know what, but she knew that she didn't have any doubt. She was 100% right, this boy was someone she could pick slowly at, and watch as he fell apart piece by piece and left her at the top, as she so rightly deserved. But that could—would—come later. What was important now, was...well, getting to the hall. Nigata Kayo was not [i]late for things[/i]. If she ended up coming in after the bell rang, then it was [i]their[/i] fault, not hers.

Speaking of "their," oh boy, Izuna. Could she just...not control her Quirk? It was almost sad, seeing her shiver like that. 

Returning her smile to its normal oblivious innocence after the moment had passed, she cleared her throat a little bit. Affected her own shiver, clutching at the sleeves of her big fluffy sweater (she'd be sad taking it off, honestly). 

"[color=#5bb573]Yeah, I think I'd like to get inside too, it's [i]so much colder[/i] in Hokkaido than Kyoto![/color]" Heading off towards the door, she shot a sidelong glance at the other two as they went. "[color=#5bb573]Justice-san,[/color]" she had to swallow the disdain back into her throat, "[color=#5bb573]Izuna-chan—can I call you Izuna-chan?—where do [i]you[/i] come from?[/color]" 

[i]It could never hurt to know more.[/i]