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Post by Shigero Kado on Feb 25, 2021 17:33:27 GMT -4
The right word for the past few days was 'disorienting'. Shigero had been thinking of the best way to describe this feeling, the feeling of his sedentary life suddenly being uprooted as he was placed into this new environment. It'd been the type of experience to happen at him more than to him, with the notification that his mom and dad had apparently agreed to send him off to a boarding school. The idea was that this place should help him develop his quirk to perhaps one day be able to turn off the pale glow he constantly gave off. Shigero himself definitely wouldn't be opposed to the idea, but this all felt a bit sudden. How the researchers managed to convince those two bastards it'd be safe was beyond him, but Shigero supposed he couldn't complain. This was better than pure isolation any day of the week, but a few years of being removed from the outside world is bound to make anyone hesitant, right?
He hadn't had to do much in terms of actual moving, at least. All the heavier stuff had already been placed into his new room, so it was just a few boxes of books, clothes and some miscellaneous stuff that he had to carry up himself. The moving people who gave him a lift didn't bother to come along upstairs, so he'd been alone in strange territory for a bit until he reached his room. Should he be relieved nobody ran into him yet? He was, without a doubt, but that seemed like the sort of thought a complete shut-in would be relieved about.
With that still in mind, now that everything was up here, Shigero had a choice to make. Would he spend the next hour sorting his room out, or go explore the dorm building? What time was it, anyway... 10:30 in the morning, roundabout, so most of the students should be in class if he had this right. Besides, with everyone here probably having crazier quirks than his own, maybe he wouldn't even stand out that much. Maybe the fact that he didn't have his uniform yet would stick out, but they probably didn't need them in the dorms. That was the last push his curiosity needed to overpower his introversion. He could reorganize his bookshelf alphabetically later- for now, it was time to move.
So Shigero backtracked along the way he'd come in, eventually coming across what he assumed was a common area near the stairs down to the entrance. A few tables, chairs, sofas, and a moderately large kitchen in the corner. He hadn't exactly come to the realization yet that he'd be sharing a lot of appliances with others. There wasn't anything innately wrong with that concept, it was just... intimidating? It'd probably fade once he got to know these other students a bit better. There was still a lot he didn't know about the school he'd been enrolled in, anyway, so the whole place still seemed a bit weird. He hadn't honestly kept up too much with the whole Hero thing as it developed, but apparently, that was who they trained here.
As he mulled it over, he took a seat on the comfiest-looking couch, his arms lighting up the rests as he got comfortable. The backing was disappointing, but he was getting off-track. If he had it right, people here were being trained to use their quirks against criminals. Did the same go for him? He'd been enrolled in the Heroics course, so it was likely. It did make some sense to send him here if the objective was to develop his control over his quirk, then, since it's basically part of the curriculum here, and it'd be hard to find staff better equipped to handle volatile quirks. Still, developing it for the specific purpose of combat sounded weird. Not that he hadn't experienced his fair share of poor judgment already, but this just seemed very off. Well, he might as well try it out for a while. This place was nice so far, and the previous day of packing had left him a bit more tired than he thought. Hmm, he could go grab something he hadn't read yet from his room... This seemed like a good reading couch, certainly, but he'd have to get up first. And open up the boxes, and find something worth reading... He might as well just stay put for a moment, taking in the atmosphere of the school or something. Maybe someone would run into him. Would they introduce themselves? What sort of things would they even talk about? Eh, Shigero was sure he could handle it.
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Feb 26, 2021 7:00:34 GMT -4
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Without any actual classes to attend, Shinme only had so much to do. His old school already gave him an out after he cleared all the year-end exams early, and he was only ever required to attend once a week to show that he was indeed doing well, is still around, waiting for his year to start in the hero school. Instead of thinking of it as a hassle, Shinme considered it as something to do on boring days. Without any new singing gigs or modeling auditions, he was free as a bird. His family strictly forbade him of accepting any new recordings until school starts and he is settled, probably so he wouldn’t get used to paying attention to the wrong thing, but still, not seeing an actual microphone for a month was weighing heavily on his consciousness. He could go to karaoke in the middle of the night again, but he would just get distracted by the employee at the place he decided to frequent.
in either case, when he had the free time and wasn’t in the mood to roam around and tour the school grounds alone, he stayed in the dorm, practicing. Either singing, or playing the flute. And that also meant...
“Careful of the flying table!” He shouted into the common room. A low table was picked up by a shining breeze and was flung to the other side of the room as the shouting could be heard. Anyone inclined would be able to hear a slight humming just before the shout, a clear indication of something going on.
Shinme was not only practicing his songs, but concurrently, his quirk as well. It usually gave varying results – not the singing, no, his voice was perfect – but that wasn’t enough to discourage him at all. And so, the dorm had to live with randomly flying objects from time to time.
Just as the table settled in a corner, Shinme appeared in the door leading to the boys’ rooms with a little jump. ”Sorry, sorry, no one got hit, right?” He looked around, but when saw only one person, he got visibly relieved. The grin that appeared on his face was not at all apologetic. “I swear, this dorm is haunted, there are so many random objects flying around, ahahaha.” He wore simple black jeans and a black shirt with a colorful text that read SOULMATE on the front. Over it all, he had his usual black haori, open and floating around him like a robe. Red feather pattern decorated the wide sleeves. He had his hair pulled back in a tight high ponytail, but it was still reaching past his hips. Dressed in black, while being tall and slim, Shinme looked like the smallest of a breeze would knock him off his feet any minute, but his cheerful voice and demeanor was indicating something entirely different.
“Oh, hi there.” He waved at the unfamiliar person sitting on the couch when his eyes settled on him, and he was able to really took in his appearance. The new guy would appear completely unassuming and normal, except...
“Whoa.” Shinme exclaimed, stopping in his tracks. “Whoa whoa whoa.” He repeated, for good measure. With steady steps, hair and haori flowing behind him, he walked closer to the unfamiliar person and flopped down beside him on the couch, leaning forward, close to his personal space. “You are glowing!” Eyes shining, his voice was full of awe. “You are, aren’t you? Whoa, how are you doing it?”
Shinme was, obviously, not much worried about breaching personal auras on first meeting, nor was he worried about the low table still sitting in its lonely corner where it didn’t belong. He was, however, very curious about this new person he hadn’t seen in the dorms before.
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tags: Shigero Kado
notes: Hi, he is a literal hurricane
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Post by Shigero Kado on Feb 26, 2021 9:49:14 GMT -4
Shigero had been horribly wrong. No rational person could have expected this, right? When a fantastically melodious voice rung through the hall to warn him about a flying table, surely the insanity of it would have taken anyone by surprise. But no, a table had just been thrown across this room. With an ungodly banging noise, it landed in a corner, and Shigero could barely flinch. At least it woke him up a bit, but his train of thought had been blown into a million pieces. Madness.
It was a figure appearing in the doorway that snapped him back to reality. The stranger looked like he'd jumped out of the nineteenth century, aside from the jeans. He was apologising for what was apparently his handiwork just now, with a tone as careless as what he'd just done. The expression of puzzled shock hadn't left Shigero's face, though there wasn't much else to convey. This would be another student, he figured, seeing as he looked pretty young and clearly had a dangerous quirk. He said something about the dorms being haunted, some sort of joke? Seemed like he thought he was done apologising. Shigero could ask a question, but there were too many to pick one, and most of them were rhetorical and ended with the word 'dumbass'.
No, he'd need another second to get his thoughts in order. In the meantime, the mystery moron finally properly greeted him, and as Shigero was being properly examined, the obvious clearly came up. It wasn't the pink dress shirt or the funky black-and-yellow tie that ever jumped out, it was always the glow. He couldn't blame people for noticing, but couldn't they ever be a bit more reasonable about it? The bubbly types were always the worst, and seeing as this weirdo was already charging straight for him this would be bad.
How did he get out of this? The table-tosser was already getting on the couch with him, chanting 'whoa' the whole way. Having to explain his whole quirk would probably take longer than this guy's attention span would last, and Shigero didn't want to anyway. He was practically climbing up the armrest in a futile attempt to keep some personal space, and when that awe-filled question finally came around there was no intention of answering it. Strangers always loved it, but with the amount of trouble it'd gotten him into it was hard for Shigero to feel the same way.
"Were you... gonna put that table back? You launched it, didn't you?" he responded, dodging the question as his eyes flashed to the newly occupied corner of the room. The response was part distraction and part common sense- Shigero didn't exactly feel like talking to the guy until he at least proved he could clean up after himself. Good god, he hoped not everyone here was this... well, crazy. Logically speaking it'd be more likely to run into someone like this before anyone calmer, or at least more sane. That was the hope he had to rely on for now, to make it through this.
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Feb 26, 2021 12:52:56 GMT -4
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Completely unfazed by the fact the unfamiliar student was scrambling back on the armrest in an attempt to get away from him, Shinme kept leaning forward with his grin, eyeing the other up and down. He had no idea how the glow worked, but the more he looked, the more obvious it became that it was coming directly from his skin. It was a kind of amazement he rarely had a chance to act upon, and although it wasn’t quite as cool as having the appearance of a devilspawn – Lewis had a field trip meeting Shinme, he remembers – but it was still pretty cool. He wasn’t one to judge one’s choice of clothes, nor was he a member of the fashion police. So, whenever he checked out someone’s appearance, it was never the clothes that caught his attention. It was the hair, the eyes, the hands, or the frigging glowing skin!
The stranger’s expression was more than an evidence of surprise, but it wasn’t anything Shinme was not used to, being as eccentric and spoiled as he was. So that wasn’t something he was inclined to comment upon, even though it was definitely a funny face the guy was making. A somewhat uncertain question came, and Shinme craned his neck to look at the table in the corner then back at the boy. “Nah” with a wave of his hand, he answered. “No need. It’s not in the way of anything, it can stay there.” A pause, as he looked at the boy more intently. “Oh, okay, okay, gonna put it back where it was. Give me a moment.”
He jumped up from the couch and walked around just a little to get closer to the said table. Raising both his arms, he whistled, and a not-so-gentle but concentrated breeze shone around the furniture and picked it up, floating it up and back to the other side of the room with more precision than what threw it there. The table was set down between another pair of chairs and a couch with surprising silence, and Shinme could finally return to the living glowstick of a boy. He flung himself over the backrest of the couch, and landed with a gentle thud at the furthest end away from the stranger. Pulling one leg up on the cushion and hooking his feet under his other knee, he wasn’t about to let the boy go. He only decided to give him a bit of room to breathe by sitting as far from him as the couch allowed. Not like there weren’t any more armchairs around, or anything.
“There. No table anywhere it shouldn’t be.” He raised his arms in a show of indicating everything was perfectly in order except Shinme’s messy bangs and flowing haori. “My name is Shinme, it’s nice to meet you. Well, nicer to meet you, ahahaha.” He placed his hands on his ankle, leaning is weight causally forward. “Anyway. You are glowing. Obviously. Is that something you usually do? I know someone who has glowing insides, so whenever he opens his mouth, it’s like a literal fireplace. Just imagine that!” He tilted his head to the side just barely. Seemed like he wasn’t about to let the topic go. “So, what’s your name? I can give you a nickname to call you, but believe me, you don’t want that.” A mischievous grin made it obvious he wasn’t joking, and his mind already came up with a few possible names for the guy. He kinda hoped he didn’t have to reveal them yet.
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notes: no escape from his questions
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Post by Shigero Kado on Feb 27, 2021 14:28:34 GMT -4
It was pleasantly surprising that someone like this actually went to do what was asked of him. It might have taken a second for it to get through, but this new person eventually got off the couch to put the table back. Shigero let out a small sigh of relief, getting a bit of space to breathe if only so he could figure out how to deal with this. His eyes followed his new housemate to the corner, admittedly curious about how he did throw the table. The guy looked pretty skinny, and considering where they were it was definitely a quirk. Soon as he got there, there was a whistle, and the table lifted off the ground, gently flying over to land in a more suitable spot. Watching that, as Shigero raised his eyebrows, it was a little more understandable how much people were intrigued by his glow. It wasn't as though he was particularly impressed or anything, just... interested.
Shigero didn't have all too much experience with other people recently, let alone ones with quirks, and with how much he disliked explaining his own it never sat with him right to ask others about theirs. Still, it'd been a long time since he'd seen someone else use an ability like that, and curiosity is a natural instinct of any human, right? Sometimes compromise was just inevitable. Not like he figured this weirdo was gonna back down any time soon, either way. So fine, he'd tell him, though not because he really wanted to.
The annoying stranger got back onto the couch, thankfully with a reasonable enough distance between them that he couldn't see the light from his skin on the guy. Putting his mind on something else for a moment must have calmed the walking hurricane down a few categories. Shigero himself had got a much-needed moment to relax, too. Okay, both of them had settled down, now they could talk.
At least this Shinme properly introduced himself this time, instead of jumping to invasive questions right off the bat. Of course, it didn't last long: Shigero didn't have the time to give his own name in response before his skin came back up. Not before recounting an experience with a marginally similar quirk. Another student here, maybe? "Right. To put it simply, my sweat glands give off light. Can't stop them doing that, so yeah, it's something I usually do. What I can do is make it brighter, to the point of basically shooting lasers off my skin. And no, I'm not giving a demonstration." The explanation was a bit hand-wavey, and didn't get into any of the real details. Didn't matter too much where the light came from anyway, so unless Shinme mustered any more questions this would be it.
"It's Shigero, nice to meet you too." Debatable whether or not that was true, but he was trying to be polite now. It was easy enough to believe there was a small gallery of nicknames brewing up in that head, most of them riffing on his quirk and likely to get used anyway. "Well, I told you why I glow, now explain how you throw tables by whistling." The whistle meant it probably involved the air, but he'd hear from the source before theorizing any further. Shigero had more questions ready, anyway. "So you're a student here, right? Mind giving a rundown of what you actually do here?" Maybe a little vague, but he hadn't been told all that much about what to expect at a school for heroes. Actually, thinking this through, giving a question that general to someone this talkative may have been a mistake.
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Mar 1, 2021 8:17:36 GMT -4
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Although Shinme had settled down, it was incorrect to say he had calmed down. While talking, and while listening, he swayed from one side to the other, sometimes forward and backward too. He pulled his hair to his front to idly brush through the strands with his fingers, and flipped it back with a flick of his wrist. Like an ever-moving object, or like a kite in the wind, he never stopped for even a moment.
Upon hearing Shigero’s explanation of his quirk Shinme’s eyes were shining, expression filled with obvious awe. He opened his mouth with the obvious question that was shot down right away when the other boy quite frankly stated there will be no demonstration of the lasers, and so, Shinme’s face and shoulders fell with the rejection. He pouted, only half-irked by the response. “It would be so cool though” muttered the dejected teen, but he figured there will be an opportunity to see it later if this person was a student as well. Which, he obviously was. They seemed to be of similar age, even if the bags under the boy’s eyes made him look older, so he must be a student too.
“Shigero” he perked up and nodded when a name was given, previous rejection forgotten already. “I will remember that.” And then came the obvious question that he had to face all the time someone saw him use his quirk. “Oh, that? Well, you see, I am a” finger wiggles “wizard.” He waited one second for a reaction, but from that deadpan face, he expected little. “Okay, okay, forget that.” he hand-waved, and unlike Shigero, he did give a bit of a demonstration. Whistling a pleasant random tune with perfectly timed rhythm, the air around Shinme shone and concentrated, pulling him off the couch by a few inches, picking at his loose haori and his long hair. He changed his pose, now sitting cross-legged on the air itself as he was floating. The air currents were probably felt by Shigero as a really gentle, barely-there breeze, considering how close they actually were sitting, but it was precise enough not to pull any of the other boy’s clothing. “I control the wind. And, well, obviously, wind can pick things up, so that table there had the unfortunate opportunity to go flying.” He wasn’t exactly informative either, but considering how he refused to be medically examined for the exact workings of his quirk, giving out so much was fair enough. He would just start thinking about too many things anyway.
His wind slowly eased to a calm quiet, and so he was lowered back on the couch, now sitting in the cross-legged position, back straight in a pristine meditating stance. Both his palms were gently laid on his knees, fingers drumming to the rhythm of his heartbeat. “I’m indeed a student here. But if I want to be precise, I will only start going to classes in April.” He grinned. ”Until then, I am just around.” He had all his year-end exams in his previous school brought forward, so he had them all about a month ago, before his peers. He was only required to visit his school once a week now in order to properly settle into the dorm and get to know U.A. before he actively starts his year. “So I’m not really a good example of what a student usually does here. I stroll the school grounds, getting familiar with the place, or practice in my free time. Or read through the first year material special to U.A. so I know what to expect from the place as a second year. Kinda like that” he shrugged. He was quite nonchalant about it, but it was obvious he was juggling a lot of school material in short times despite it all. Also, he was spoiled. No classes to go to? Hah, that must be easy and nice.
He jumped a little in his seat as if he was ready to stand up and run laps around the building anytime. “But as much as I have seen and heard from the others, they all have regular classes, and then a bunch of practices where they use their quirks specifically. And there are clubs in the afternoon, but half of the school is either in the gym or on the practice ground. So, I would say it is a regular school, except with superpowers. And flying tables.” He placed his elbows on his knees, then leaned his hand in his palm. “I assume you are also new, then? Did you just arrive a few days ago?” He tilted his head to the side, not giving up with the questions. “Also. You said your sweat glands give off light” he was paying attention. “Does it hurt? You and others? If you can shoot lasers, it must have some power behind it.”
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notes: more questions
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Post by Shigero Kado on Mar 4, 2021 21:05:37 GMT -4
The reaction to Shigero's explanation of his quirk was about as reasonable as he could have hoped. A still pretty restless Shinme only quietly protested his unwillingness to demonstrate, thankfully. It did seem like there might be an inch of social awareness buried somewhere under that avalanche of hair, although that might just be wishful thinking. Whatever the case, some annoyance with his apparent co-student's inability to sit still was compounding, slowly but surely. There was some social instinct to mirror his posture as a gesture of good rapport, but the constant fidgeting meant that same sense of restlessness snuck into Shigero's subconscious all the same. He couldn't place the feeling quite that well himself, but suffice it to say, he wasn't a fan.
Okay, alright, the wizard joke landed. Purely because of the excellent timing and delivery. An almost out-of-character grin briefly flashed across the bright young man's face as he held in a soft chuckle, shaking his head briefly. He settled back into a strange glare that might be hard to perceive as subtle criticism of the objectively bad joke it followed. Anyway, it was wiped off soon enough, when Shinme picked himself up off the couch with a similar whistle to before. The slightest hint of a breeze grazed his skin, another hint at how the quirk in action worked. The newly floating Shinme gave his own explanation soon enough, and though it wasn't even as informative as Shigero's earlier description he could figure it was as much as he'd get out of this guy. Still, seeing how precisely he was keeping himself up, the flying table could only be explained as proof of some complete recklessness.
The meditative pose Shinme ended up landing with was remarkably out of place considering everything Shigero had learned about him so far. Hearing the explanation of what he was doing here and what the school's other students had told him, though, Shigero soon enough came to a conclusion. "We're in about the same situation then," he interjected, pulling one leg over the other to let him rotate a bit, leaning his back into the couch's armrest and facing his conversation partner better. His online school year had a pretty fluid schedule, and having it end sooner rather than later seemed like a good idea, so he'd finished the year a week or so ago. That gave him the opportunity to move into these dorms sooner than had apparently been planned. "I just got here, actually. Still gonna have to unpack a couple boxes later."
"When you put it that way, it sounds kind of mundane," Shigero remarked, almost thinking out loud, his stare wandering into the distance as he thought over what Shinme had explained again. "Since most the kids have superpowers anyway, you could describe just about any school as 'regular school with superpowers'." Some amount of training classes spliced into a regular school schedule. What else might have expected he wasn't sure, but then again, Shinme didn't seem all that much more experienced here than himself. It was entirely possible, very likely even, that he simply didn't know everything Shigero wanted to know either. "But, to be fair, this is supposed to be the best school with superpowers in the country. I'm sure we won't be bored, if anything."
It did seem that Shinme wasn't done asking about his glowing skin, either. An interesting question, honestly, and surprisingly compassionate for someone so carefree. "Does it hurt me? No, I can barely feel it," he responded, slightly surprised, as he'd been caught off-guard. "My skin's actually really durable, apparently. Side effect of the whole... light-emitting system embedded in it, I guess." Shigero couldn't remember ever having gotten a cut or scratch, and barely experienced bruising. On the topic of how it affected others, though, Shigero's face gloomed up a bit. It hadn't been often, nor had it been particularly harmful, but the few occasions in his early life where someone got hurt on his quirk's behalf had left some impressions in his head. He didn't let himself get hung up on it for long, though, as he did have to answer, though it wouldn't be hard to notice Shinme hit something of a soft spot. "I'm literally built for it, but others aren't so lucky. If I put enough power into it, things get very hot, very quickly. There's a reason I didn't want to demonstrate it. Mostly since I'm apparently the only one on this couch with respect for the furniture." A small scoff accompanied the last statement, not letting off the hook the ease with which table-flinging was dismissed as part of daily life around these parts.
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Mar 9, 2021 13:04:19 GMT -4
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Although he expected no reaction after his joke, Shinme caught the momentary grin that flashed briefly, and he was too surprised by it to reel in his tongue. “Oh, you smiled, you smiled!” He cheered, and pointed to Shigero’s face that earned him a glare, one that seemed more in character for the new student then the grin. Neither reactions were quite unwelcomed though, and Shinme laughed through both of them.
After his short demonstration, he rocked from side to side in his cross-legged position, delighted under the watchful gaze directed at him. Shigero changed his position just slightly, now facing Shinme fully, which the boy found odd at first. From their short interaction so far, Shigero seemed a bit unfriendly, but Shinme quickly corrected that train of thought, deciding the boy was just shy, had a kind of social awkwardness settling on him upon meeting a living hurricane. Shinme couldn’t fault him for that, but his current position still told him that Shigero was attentive and observant, despite –or maybe, because – of introverted nature. Shinme tilted his head to the side, filing the knowledge for later. He wasn’t one to draw conclusions from first meetings, but he was, if nothing else, attuned to emotions. He could feel a wall around the boy, and he was already strategizing breaking through it. “I can help you unpack! And I promise” he raised his right hand to his temple in a three-fingered salute, as was a custom in China, “not to have anything fly unless that makes it easier.”
Whether the offer was accepted or not, Shinme would keep his attention on the other. “Well, I might be completely wrong though. I mean. I haven’t attended any classes, but so far, everything here seems like it’s just another academy. Classes, extracurricular activities, normal dorm shenanigans.” He shrugged, pulling his hair to his front again. “Who knows, they might have some secret labs underground, or something. Come to think of it, we should check it out.” His eyes shone. “I have been roaming the school grounds, but haven’t found an entrance to any suspicious place yet.” He could only keep a straight face until the very end, where his grin made it obvious that yet again, he was just joking. But he had to admit, finding some secret training facility underground would certainly be cool.
He leaned forward to pay extra attention to Shigero after Shinme asked more about his quirk. The boy seemed to be taken aback, as much as Shinme could guess from his dulled expression. Was he not cared for well enough? Was that why he didn’t expect such a question, he wondered. “Oh, that’s good to hear.” Shinme nodded, reassured that Shigero’s quirk wasn’t hurting him. He heard some people complaining about it sometimes, and ever since, he always wondered how painful certain quirks were to their users. But right after that, Shigero’s expression changed, and Shinme had to wonder if he stepped onto a territory he shouldn’t have this time. He shut his mouth, teeth clicking with the suddenness, then he just continued to listen. The tone and the words, the change in expression made it obvious something must have happened in the past to warrant that; Shinme had a feeling Shigero was talking from experience. Honestly, he could relate, somewhat. But that didn’t stop him from giving a cheeky reply to the remark he got, paired with a laugh.
“Whoa, you can joke too!” which was obvious. “Hey, that table might have been happy to fly, you wouldn’t know!” that was, however, less obvious. “But that’s fine, if you don’t want to demonstrate, let me take a closer look.”
That was the only warning Shigero got before Shinme braced his hands on the couch and shifted his whole body forward. Now he was sitting in the same meditative position in the middle of the couch, effectively trapping the other to the arm-rest. If either of them shifted just a little, their knees would be touching. The glow was reflecting in his dark eyes. “Give me your hand.” He said, and he would reach out to grab the mentioned limb even if no answer came, attempting to take Shigero’s left and study the skin on the back of his hand from up close, tracing his fingers over it with surprising gentleness. It was an act of complete lack for personal space, one that Shinme was a master of, but one that made the majority of people he met uncomfortable. At the same time, he couldn’t help it. He was so used to physical contacts that such boundaries were almost nonexistent, even if he knew it flustered others. “Are your sweat glands actually visible to the eye? Or does your skin show any other kind of mutation up close?” The questions would come with the same enthusiasm even if he was pushed away or refused the contact. His curiosity was stronger than any rejection, after all.
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notes: what is personal space
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Post by Shigero Kado on Mar 18, 2021 13:09:38 GMT -4
Shigero really shouldn't have been got by the wizard gag. That one moment of weakness in his deadpan expression hadn't managed to fly past Shinme, and the celebratory cheers didn't help resolve the impression that cracking up had been a sign of defeat. Well, the atmosphere had become positive enough to keep him from feeling sour about it for long. Yeah, he was warming up to this weirdo alarmingly fast. Though to be fair, this might already have been the most he'd talked face-to-face with another human being in a long time. There was only so much he could do to resist the high-speed winds his social barriers were getting knocked down by one by one, big-bad-wolf-style. Maybe he'd have put up a stronger defense earlier on, but now that the opposition seemed to have gotten slightly less aggressively invasive, he figured he could relax a little.
The offer to help unpack surprised Shigero a little, despite the fact he probably could have seen it coming in retrospect. The first answer to pop into his head was a swift 'hell no', which was hard to deny as the logical response considering everything he'd learned about the maniac sitting in front of him. But he hadn't said it yet. For whatever godforsaken reason, some back-end corner of his brain was saying it might be 'fun'. This wasn't something he usually kept in mind, so his response took a moment to formulate. While he'd started staring off into space with a disconcerted look, holding his chin up with his fist, a severely neglected set of cogs in his head started to turn. "Yeah, sure, sounds good," he responded, snapping back to reality after a second or two of silence. It wasn't the answer he'd expected himself, honestly, but... well, it was fine. He'd have to see how it went, if only for science.
On the subject of the school's classes, Shinme really was doing everything he could to make this place sound as uninteresting as possible. Well, whatever they may or may not do here, it'd be a step up for Shigero anyway. Aside from secret experimentation, maybe. "I doubt they get enough funding to run any shady experiments, especially underground," he posed, keeping a straight face even as Shinme failed. He refused to crack to that kind of humor a second time around. "Besides, I don't think I'd really mind if this place is 'just another academy' either." The way Shinme described it already sounded like a thousand times more than whatever he'd been doing with his life the past four years.
Yeah yeah, he could joke too. Shigero barely kept himself from rolling his eyes. As well-meant as the comment might be, it was something of a negative cliché to say. But still, his seemingly inexplicable fondness for this guy kept him from mentioning it outright. Whatever, he doubted this would happen more than once. The defense he decided on didn't make any sense, but Shinme knew that. "Sure, makes sense," Shigero replied, the sense of sarcasm not too well-pronounced. What did he mean by a closer look, though? It wasn't too appreciated that the hyperactive whirlwind of a person moved closer again, but unlike last time Shigero didn't instantly bounce back onto the armrest. This was apparently a grave mistake.
"AH!" he blurted out as Shinme reached for his arm. Any flight instinct was outstripped by a very nimble pair of hands, and just as his skin started to be examined the glow's intensity shot up, likely starting to feel more like a heat lamp to the uncomfortably close-by Shinme. Though it was hard to notice under the brighter light, blood had definitely flown to Shigero's head. There was a moment's hesitation, but he almost jolted off the couch backwards, pulling his hand away from the surprisingly delicate but no less unwanted grip it'd been taken into in the process. "Don't just do that!" He was clearly shaken up a little, physical contact being little more than a distant memory. Taking a breath, he followed: "Good lord, do I need to get a spray bottle?" The sense of panic was wearing off, and only as he looked at the very mildly violated hand did he realize the increase in his glow. "Tsk." Dammit, that felt embarrassing. And frustrating. Another deep breath, though, and it went back down to its usual level. His eyes turned back to Shinme as he positioned himself a little better, now sitting on the armrest properly, putting one of his feet on the couch cushion and crossing his arms. "I don't know man, it's not something I like to pay attention to too much. Look, it doesn't matter, just don't do that again," he said, brushing off the question in the process. Shigero was absolutely expecting an apology, though he wasn't about to to say it outright.
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Post by Shinme Kagaya on Apr 1, 2021 13:07:44 GMT -4
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Unexpectedly, the offer to help the boy unpack was accepted, and Shinme beamed. Some people might make such an offer to seem friendly or polite, but for Shinme, it was a show of good will, and a possible excuse to spend time with the person he gave his help to. Shigero seemed odd in a lot of ways, interesting in even more, and despite seeming really introverted, Shinme had this unexplainable urge to spend more time with him. Maybe his introverted nature was the exact thing drawing him in, but either case, he wouldn’t mind spending more time in his company. Maybe he should invite Shigero out for crepes or a smoothie. Those seemed to be popular enough among the U.A. students, if his experience so far was correct.
He pouted when Shigero vetoed the idea to go and search for a hidden lab. He should have known the other wouldn’t go along with all of his stupid jokes and outbursts, but that was just some more base for another conversation. His admittance about a “normal academy” was interesting enough already, as if even that was special in a certain way. As if “normal” was already “out of the ordinary”. “We will see whether it is special enough or not. I mean, I really wouldn’t know for sure, as I don’t have to go to classes yet.” He played with the tip of his hair, twirling black locks around his fingers.
Shigero’s deadpan reaction pulled out another sudden laugh from Shinme. He really started to appreciate the boy’s reactions more and more, the no-bullshit tone almost perfectly complimenting his own carefree and over-the-top attitude. If they kept it up, they could become a comedic duo in any stand-up show. It’s a shame Shinme planned to perform on a different kind of stage in the future.
Once he moved in closer, his mind switched to the task at hand, to figure out exactly how Shigero’s quirk worked, to see whether it showed any other mutation on the boy’s skin other than the obvious glow.
A bad decision. One of the many Shinme made before.
The voice and the glow’s growth in intensity weren’t as much of a red flag as the sudden loss of contact when Shigero snatched his hand back suddenly. That’s when Shinme realized he had overstepped. After dumbly staring for a few moments, he raised his hands up, palms facing Shigero to indicate that no touching was about to happen anymore. His smile paired with it was dumb, smaller than any of his smiles before. “Ah, sorry, sorry about that.” He said in an improper apology, but no less sincere. “No need for a spray bottle! What am I, a cat?” He laughed to lessen the possible tension rising in Shigero, and to make himself less threatening and even more apologetic, he scooted back on the couch. Not to his previous position, but definitely farther than when he touched the boy. “Sorry, sorry!” He repeated, smiling still, and laced his fingers together at his back to stop his unconsciously wandering hands from causing more trouble. The situation reminded him to what he did to Lewis, though Shigero’s reaction was definitely more heated and emotional than what the devilspawn did at their first meeting. It didn’t change the fact that Shinme was the one who miss-stepped. There was no indication of shame on his expression, however.
He only noticed the glow’s intensity changing when Shigero calmed it back down to the low light that Shinme started to associate with Shigero’s calm and default mental state. “Yeah, yeah, sure, no worries, never gonna do it again!” He promised in a rush, a light laugh following it up, to ease out a kind of anxiety that always lingered after such outbursts. From this position, Shinme had to look up at the boy who was now sitting on the armrest. While he kept watching, he lowered his head to further show that Shigero indeed had the upper ground now, and he didn’t have to worry about another unwanted touch.
Fidgeting with his fingers behind his back, Shinme was only able to stay quiet for a short while, hoping his apology and good will would be accepted even after such a serious mistake. “Can I still help you unpack?” Just to make sure it was still welcomed, even after such a blunder.
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tags: Shigero Kado
notes: all the sorries
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