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So we're just self-approving shit now?

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and so much for him having no nickname now

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A Certain Unique Academy

Shinjiro Karasawa

A very distinct Kansai accent reverbed loudly and clearly above the errant chatter that had filled the air with what could have either been a worried hum of trepidation, or a buzz of excitement. Cutting through it either way, the girl known as Hat-chan had made her support of her newly-made friend loud and clear, quieting down the others in response.

With one very distinct slip-up.

A vein bulged in the former New-Yorker's forehead as he rounded in an almost comically whiplash manner in her direction, tense atmosphere in the building all but lost as his smile turned into an irate, frowny glare

"It's Karasawa!" he screamed back, clenching his fists and holding his arms as if he had two suitcases because you know the pose I'm talking about it's an anime. And so, even in following of a mad scientist met with a stiff challenge, wide-eyed excitement was met with an irate snarl.

As if all that cool stuff before hadn't happened.

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Shinjiro Karasawa

"Well that was different." the purple haired Esper muttered. He gazed around him, looking back and forth over the mildly-intimidated, or in some cases, outright wigged out crowd, finding only a pair of familiar faces.

Tachibana, for one. Good Ol' Twintails-Half-a-Dye-Job certainly look too thrilled at volunteering, being part of the sizable crowd that was openly unnerved by how unhinged the scientist had just came across as. He didn't blame her. If a legitimately mad scientist decided to have fun with a Level 5 during testing...

Well, that shit certainly don't have a good track record, all I'm sayin' there.

As for the other esper who'd tailed him and Hat-chan, he couldn't get a solid read or even a solid look at yet.

But everything remained the same. Nobody wanted to take her up on her offer.

He smirked. Somebody'd have to bite the bullet eventually.

Can't wait around forever, y'know.

See, he was different. When the adrenaline got pumping, his fight-or-flight instincts rarely ever told him to fly, when he could fight.

The slight crowd in front of him parting before his advance, his eyes were as two purple lanterns, already firing up before the man himself even got started. As if the wake of a boat, ripples of murmured, hushed conversation followed him as all eyes fixated upon one grape-flavored mass of hair.

Two feet planted themselves upon the white line, as he looked straight back up at Kawashiro-sensei, thin line of the mouth splitting as his smirk evolved into a full-blown smile.

It might have almost been better, though, to describe it as showing his teeth.

"You're on, sensei."

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i thought his profile said he DIDN'T like hurting his subordinates

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distinct lack of biggie in there

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"Like this one?" he asked, holding up a matching lens literally the second after she had finished her response with a smirk. Handing it over, he was almost surprised by his luck there. He'd literally been eyeing it as she had begun to respond.

Nice timing.

"Two transceivers..." he repeated, bringing a hand back to his chin to his chin and closing his eyes thoughtfully. He knew he'd seen some a while ago...

His eyes opened wide as it came back to him. That's it! the same box he'd been digging through while he started this whole sequence! He was fairly sure they'd been there, along with a plethora of other useful objects that he simply hadn't needed. Perfect!

Setting down his things once more, he deftly side-hopped over to original box, bending over and yanking it back out from the shelf.

Forcing the cardboard flaps apart as if opening some great set of double-doors, he beheld them, laying at the top of the pile: two gray blocks, what you might find if you disassembled an ethernet port or somesuch, the compact combinations of both transmitter and receiver.

"These?" he asked again, presenting them to her in each hand.

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"Wait, isn't the autoignition temperature of hydrogen 997 deg--"

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"uwaah."

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And so the first school uniform will be lost