Reina glanced up, seeing Roy sitting at the desk in front of her, apparently concerned for her. That wasn’t right. She was keeping to herself to not bother anyone, but she was so mopey that even that failed.
Forcing a smile, she answered him while looking away. ”Yeah... I’m fine. Just anxious about the review.”
As she was finishing her sentence, she looked to the door to see Yoshida-sensei, her uncle, and the man who had picked her up from C enter the room. She nodded towards them for Roy’s benefit. ”Speaking of...”
The class fell silent as Yoshida began to speak, the projected image showing that Alpha and Delta had tied, with one point controlled each. So... at least her failure hadn’t lost the exercise for her team, but... if she had just done better, the efforts of her teammates would have resulted in a win.
The girl watched all the battles in quiet amazement, learning the names of her classmates as each was addressed about their performance. Mamoru and Ezra—the tall boy—had made some questionable decisions, and were reprimanded by Yoshida. While she personally disagreed with their actions, she couldn’t help but feel some envy at their willingness to do what it took to win. She herself was far too self-conscious and worried what others would think of her.
The fight between Kenichi and Fumika was something to watch, both proving their hero aptitude clearly. Kenichi’s one Kamen Rider-esque kick held her thoughts for a moment. Had it been coincidence, or had he actually taken inspiration from the show? She almost wanted to ask him, but of course very quickly decided she wouldn’t. Anyways, the two demonstrated far greater control of their quirks than she could ever hope to have. She felt glad for them, though her feeling of inadequacy grew a bit as well.
She shrank in her seat when it was her turn to receive feedback, anxiety beginning to grip her as her actions were on screen for everyone to see. Returning her uncle’s smile with a faint, forced one of her own, she nodded lightly a few times as he spoke. She glanced to the teacher who had taken her from point, and felt her cheeks lightly redden at the compliment as she looked down to her desk. His words made her... feel happy. But she disliked that as much as she liked it. Somehow. She was stupid. Of course she had gone to try and stop the crane. Her quirk was capable of the feat. She wasn’t a ‘hero in the making’ for simply doing what her quirk allowed her to do. That much was expected of anyone. Danger to herself or not mattered little—whatever consequences she herself might’ve suffered, they would be worth in exchange for keeping others safe. There was no reason to worry for her, on anyone’s account. The danger meant nothing in regards to herself.
The class moved on, thankfully, without her saying anything in response. It wasn’t like she’d ever be able to bring herself to refute what a teacher said, anyways. The blonde girl that Jett had fought, Toni, was also shown to have a strong handle over her own quirk. As was Mina—she had beaten Roy with a quirk that had helped her very little in the encounter. Reina frowned, feeling some shame at that replay. If someone like Mina had her gravitational quirk, they’d be well on their way to being a pro hero, if not one already.
Eventually, class was called and the class began to shuffle with the sounds of student’s packing up. Strangely like any other school, despite what their first lesson had been. Reina packed slowly, not particularly in any rush, so Acion came to her desk before she had even left her seat. His words took her by complete surprise, not least because of the strange way he worded it. She wasn’t one to have ever had many friends, mind, but she had enough common sense that friendships weren’t usually begun when one person asked another to ‘establish’ it with them.
The girl blinked, unsure how to respond. You don’t want to be my friend.
That was a little too blunt and dismissive. Acion seemed very nice, though that was part of the reason she felt that she would not be the kind of person he’d have fun being around. Well, not that anyone would, but him more than most. She opened her mouth, looking for words. “I... um, you’d probably find better friends in others...”
she finally said quietly, looking away.
Before she could dwell much on her worry that she sounded rude, both Mamoru and Fumika came up to her nearly at the same time. While Fumika simply stood quietly by the desk, Mamoru went off, as excitable and outgoing as anyone Reina had ever met. The dark-haired girl felt that forced, sad smile on her lips again as she looked to Mamoru with a soft expression that hid away something even weaker. ”It really... really wasn’t anything... at all. Like the principle said, I just have a lucky quirk—”
The girl stopped completely, tensing further as she felt someone grab her, switching her quirk instinctively to push—but she managed to hold it back as she realized that she was... being hugged.”M-Motome...-san?...”
she said quietly, taken by complete surprise. "Good fight, Reina. You were cool."
The dark-haired girl stopped, finally relaxing a bit as she felt a lump form in her throat. She had made Fumika worry for her as well. Without realizing, her quirk stopped pushing lightly and instead pulled just as subtly, almost as though she was returning the hug, though her hands stayed clasped together tightly in her lap.
No. She wouldn’t cry again. Not in front of anyone. All of the attention... all of the compliments of her peers. As much as it made her uncomfortable—she
should be the one praising them
—it felt... nice. It made her happy. But like before, after the praise from her teacher, that happiness triggered more than its equivalent in negative emotions. She didn’t deserve the happiness at all. She couldn’t control her quirk. Its strength completely carried her. And she had still lost, in the end. She hadn’t actually accomplished anything outside of allowing her teammates to not worry about the falling crane and the avalanche of rubble it had triggered—she knew if she wasn’t there, they would have figured out a way to not get caught in it anyways.
The was no way she could escape this situation gracefully, though she’d try. She felt her face burning with a betraying blush. A hand moved up slowly to touch Fumika’s forearm that wrapped around her. Jett, giving her more praise as he passed by, was the small bit that finally pushed her to act. ”P-Please stop,”
she started meekly to the three surrounding her, the fact that she was fighting back tears clear in her voice if her eyes weren’t enough evidence. ”Thank you... but I didn’t do anything impressive at all. Anyone with my quirk could have done better... I only did what it allows someone like me to do...”
The girl felt her heart sink as she spoke, certain she was killing any chance of actually becoming friends with any of the three—despite telling herself that that was the best for them. Being all quiet as she was was bad enough, but being this openly depressing and self-defeating was social suicide. She knew that. It had happened before. No one wanted to be around someone like that. For the best.
Despite her weak protests, her quirk maintained its tiny pull, and her fingers had gently begun to hold Fumika’s sleeve. Why? Normally, she’d be out the door by now. Instead she was clinging. Why? Why was she so gross? What was she expecting? Why
was she expecting anything at all?Takes talent to be this pathetic.@Conscripts @Lucius Cypher @Feyblue