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A Certain Unique Academy

aw shit time to fight the principal

A Certain Unique Academy

Shinjiro Karasawa

The purple-haired teen suppressed a snicker as he rose to form up in the growing masses of Espers headed in Kawashiro-sensei's direction, instead downsizing things to a mere amused smirk. "Best of Lucks"? What was this, some sort of anime? That kind of Engrish slayed him, every time. Sure, as a technically native speaker in constant contact with friends from the Big Apple to keep his skills from atrophying, he had an unfair advantage compared to many in Academy City, but still.

Falling into the group of Espers that had quickly begun forming into a line, he folded his arms and glanced back over his shoulder. Where would Hat-chan and the guy who'd ran in after them-- Bike Guy, actually-- Where would they go? Espers or Mages?

How would one even do a system scan for magic, anyway? Wasn't the whole point of it that it didn't have hard rulings like levels and the laws of nature governing what one could do with it? How would a scan even work? What would you even scan? Did MP exist, or something?

...

"Shit, I don't know shit about magic." he muttered, eliciting a snicker from somewhere behind him in the line.

He resolved to punch that guy later.

A Certain Unique Academy

Shinjiro Karasawa

"Yeah, yeah, we're movin'! Cool your jets, Tachibana!" he called back to the retreating twintailed figure with far less trepidation and care than was thought to be customary to most who had only just met a Level 5. Watching her hair dance in the breeze behind her like the flame it resembled, he let out a snort. They couldn't be that late, right?

He checked his watch.

The digits 5 and 9 immediately stood out, and his purple eyes widened.

"Oh shit, she ain't kiddin'! Hat-chan, we better h u s t l e! I'll catch your name at the assembly!" he crowed, before bursting off into a run towards the--

He skidded to a stop at a conveniently placed map nearby. He didn't know this school's geography yet... There!

Okay! Back to running!

The dead sprint continued as if it had never stopped. "Down the left corridor after this one, Hat-chaaaaan!" he called helpfully back at the shrinking figure, even as he sped down the walkway, zipping past the first building.

A Certain Unique Academy

Karasawa Shinjiro

That same blaring tone sounded, evenly drowning out the blonde part-timer's name with aplomb. His grimace became a full-blown scowl as he tried to peer over the crowd. Whichever asshat driver was pulling this shit...

"Again, seriously?" he commented irately, looking around in open irritation. Somebody needed to stop humping their damn steering wheel on the road. Was this gonna be a thing? Was this seriously going to keep happening?

Only one way to find out.

Once was happenstance.
Twice was coincidence.
Three...

"One more time?" he asked, leeeeeaning in really close, ear-first. He'd have her name if it killed him.

A Certain Unique Academy

Shinjiro gonna be his TA at this rate

A Certain Unique Academy

Good thing I'm in a position to be interrupted

A Certain Unique Academy

bless you

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Cold, impassive black met warm, amiable grey, and teenaged boy nodded in response. Looked like he'd pulled out exactly what she was looking for, after all.

"No problem."

Closing the box up, he shoved it back into its spot on the shelf, loosing a very small grunt, more a hnh, of exertion in doing so. Scooping up his own pieces, he glanced around the room for any more interesting-looking piles. While he did mention having everything he needed with the screen's addition to the contents of his looting, it would also behoove him to have a backup or two, right? Redundancy wasn't always a detriment, especially when it meant options.

Additionally.

He blinked, looking over to the short-haired gunslinger he'd moments ago subjected to his own breed of awkwardity and half an internal monologue. He ought to do right by her as well. Especially since she'd been so forthright with him about him practically needing to be walked through this class step-by-step. It was the least he could do.

"What about you, Cian? Anything you need help finding?"

Granted, phrasing it like that made it sound more like an obligation to repay a debt than an honest desire to help out...

His sister seemed to have gotten the "straightforward" genes as well as the "height" genes in his family.

A Certain Unique Academy

Karasawa Shinjiro

"Yeah, that's it. Karasawa Shinjiro." he repeated staunchly, rising back to his full height with folded arms as he'd formerly been leaning in a bit when telling Hat-chan his name. You know, leave a lasting impression and all that. Immediately after, however, he found himself leaning back in and listening for her response. A shame, he'd kinda taken a liking to calling her "Hat-cha--"

HOOOOONK

"GET OFF THE FUCKIN' ROAD!" someone in traffic called out to the vehicle in front of them, just outside the school gates.

Train of thought and ability to hear her response both blasted into oblivion by the loud burst of sound, he grimaced. That was some terrible timing...

"Yeah, sorry, didn't catch that. You're..."

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I'm more tha just me--

okay yeah i guess that's true