Taiki wished he had popcorn or some nachos because things just took a turn for entertaining.
"ah... youth..."
He muttered as his face was suddenly filled with nostalgia. He remembered fighting his first pyrokinetic. Seriously, it's like being a hot-head is a prerequisite for being a fire-wielder, it was a comical and somewhat suiting phenomenon.
Taiki grabbed his bowl of potato salad and started to dig in furiously as he watched the two opposing elementalists clash. Ria was acting like a hot-blooded delinquent, wasn't she supposed to be the cool-headed one? The other one was probably an overly aggressive yankee by trade if first impressions were anything to go by.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
As a responsible teacher, Taiki should've intervened by now and tried to stop them. But if one were to ask Mishima-sensei what 'being responsible' meant, he would probably have a hard time trying to answer. He was better off as a teacher who followed his instincts. And right now, instinct dictated he cheer them on.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Taiki continued to chant as he clambered up on a table, bowl of potatoes in one hand and a raised spoon in the other.
