Radical Heights [Mira/Alex]

One of the jobs of a class rep, as Alex saw it, was getting to know each individual member of the class. While the delinquent admittedly wasn’t the greatest at what people called ‘social interactions’, he did at least make an effort to at least try and interact with every student in the class when he found an opportunity to do so. Sometimes, like with Darren, it worked out fantastically and he got another friend that he likely wouldn’t have otherwise. Sometimes, like with Akio the entire thing blew up in his face and it just solidified a dislike that had over time evolved into contempt.

It wasn’t often that a golden opportunity to get to know a classmate better was just handed to him like this, and the brunette was sure to take the opportunity when it came. Mira was a girl who he had shared a room with on multiple occasions even outside of class, but didn’t exactly make the best impression on initially. Her first day of school he tripped her with his quirk to get points on that freeze tag game, and they had never sat down and interacted very much one on one since then. He had missed most of the initial craziness of the slumber party due to taking a long breather, as well, so he didn’t know her too well. When he had woken up and saw the message on his phone, he had quickly jumped on it. Normally when he initially tried to do something social it was the standard meet and greet that neither party were really that interested in. Skydiving, though? That sounded legitimately fun, and if he could combine his duty as a class rep with fun that made things so much better!

He had never seen a quirk demonstration, but he did know the hero name that she had chosen for herself was ‘Phantom Grip’ so it had something to do with ghosts and grabbing stuff. Honestly, it sounded more dirty than heroic, but he assumed at some point he would find out why she chose a name like that. Maybe she had like a spooky ghost hand that she could manifest and move around, that would make sense. Maybe she could move her hand through stuff like a ghost, that was an option too.

Mira had told him to pack some stuff for the entire day, so he had brought along his backpack. He tried briefly to see if Aki wanted to come, too, but she was already gone by the time he had gotten there and left her phone in the room to boot. It wasn’t that she forgot, necessarily, it was just that she didn’t see the point of carrying it around all the time which was honestly kind of infuriating sometimes. His quirk wasn’t fucking telepathy, after all!

He arrived at the train station a little bit later, mostly because it wasn’t exactly in his personality type to rush unless he absolutely needed to. He was dressed in black slacks and a gray polo shirt, both pressed and ironed to perfection. He had on grey and black athletic shoes, which was one of two parts of himself that he seemed to not put effort in. The other, of course, being his hair. The pristine clothes bit was just a habit, but he very rarely did anything in terms of cleaning shoes or styling his hair because he thought that was going too far but spending an hour ironing clothes despite the fact that nobody else in the class did was perfectly okay in his mind.

It didn’t take him long to pick Mira out of the crowd, mostly because he heard her before he saw her. The girl was obviously absolutely filled with energy from what he had seen of her, and half expected her to be bouncing off the walls the entire day. The crowd wasn’t overly large this time of the morning on a weekend, too, which also helped. She was dressed much more casually than the delinquent was, which didn’t make him miss a beat because he was completely used to overdressing for almost everything that he ended up doing. It was basically just his style, for better or for worse.

”Hey, Mira, I don’t think we’ve officially met.” he said in what he hoped was a friendly tone as he slid in to sit beside her. ”My name is Alex.” the delinquent declared, despite the fact she already knew damn well who he was, extending his hand and smiling broadly at her as he did so. Formalities were formalities, and that was just how he was when he actually cared about making an impression on someone. The girl was new, and the fact of the matter was that the whole 1-C spirit thing was a massive failure if new people weren’t made to feel as at home as possible in the class. If he could help in that respect, he would do it to the best of his ability.

The delinquent’s own backpack was filled with stuff. Food, water bottles, an extra change of clothes in case his current clothes got dirty somehow, a wrapped roll of toilet paper in case a public restroom ran out, the works. Given time to prepare, if anything, Alex would overprepare to a level above most others. There was very little in this world Alex hated more than feeling helpless when something bad happened, so he overprepared in order to prevent that feeling from happening as much as possible.

When the girl playfully reprimanded him for being so formal, the boy shrugged his shoulders and grinned. ”It’s that respect thing, though, yeah? I figure you gotta at least open with being polite and respectful before being too much of a loony.” he admitted easily, knowing that his reputation due to actions in class wasn’t exactly that of a model student. In fact, one might get the impression that he was the opposite. Alex wouldn’t necessarily disagree with that assessment, but he liked to make it clear that he wasn’t antisocial or anything… he just had a problem with authority that he thought was illegitimate.

”Yeah! I’ve never gone skydiving before, so this’ll be super fun!” the delinquent said, bouncing around slightly at the prospect. ”You do stuff like this often? If you did it a little later in the day, I bet you’d be able to get a good chunk of the class to come with you.” he added, catching himself from physically moving around and just keeping his excitement to tone from then on. ”Most of the class will probably be asleep for another hour or so, not too many people are up too early on the weekend.” he added, the grin reappearing on his face as he did so. Darren would probably still be asleep until much farther along than that, probably until noon or something. That was when he started answering his phone, at least, and it wasn’t like the boy was seen without his phone very often at all.

Sure enough, though, the train came into view and chugged along at glacial speed to a rolling stop in the station. ”So, where are we going?” the American asked, tone friendly and excited. ”Tokyo? I’d imagine they have a bunch of cool stuff over there, but I dunno if they have planes and stuff.” he continued, standing up and looking at the queue that was starting to lazily form as the train slowly chugged in.

”You just got to U.A., right? How’re you liking it so far?” he asked easily, tossing an open-ended question out there that Mira could take as far as she wanted to. If she was the close to the chest not share-y type like Naoru then she could answer shortly and easily without any awkwardness. If she was a chronic oversharer like Yumi, she could again take it as far as she wanted to and go from one tangent to the next no problem. Alex didn’t really have a preference in this regard, he mostly just wanted to see what type of person she was and would toss out things and questions to see how she responded so he could get a read on her based off of those reactions.

Mira was hyperactive as hell. ”Club?... Ten seats?” he murmured, wondering just what the hell he had gotten himself into for a second. At the end of the day, though, it was only that – a day. Who the hell knows, maybe it turned out to be fucking awesome and he wanted to go again?

Wait… did she mean the plane only had ten seats? Holy shit, just how small was this plane? Were they going to fly up in a literal goddamn soup can or something? The plane he had flown to Japan in was big as shit, and he had just kind of assumed that all planes were the same. On the television there were basically only helicopters and big planes, so it made sense to Alex his entire life that those were basically it. Helicopters for were news stations and special forces units, and planes were for normal people and bombing runs in World War II. Simple, easy distinctions that made the skies work.

Mira’s response to how she was liking U.A. so far was just as, uh, bouncy as her previous answers. Holy shit, the girl was going like a mile a minute. The train had arrived, and they were off to races before he could get a proper reply in, though, which was just as well. When Mira attempted to grab the delinquent’s hand, she found the instant recoil of the boy broke her grip. He wouldn’t say anything about it, of course, but the instant primal response was for him to pull away his hand rather violently the same way he did when Yumi tried similar shit. If there was one thing Alex did not like, it was getting his personal space invaded. He didn’t hold it against the girl, though, because it was very likely she just got excited and caught up in the moment. The recoil said all that needed to be said, and he wasn’t about to sit there and make a big deal out of what was probably nothing.

Alex sat down next to Mira and found himself being the next one questioned. Fair’s fair, he figured, and she asked about his own background and whether or not he had managed to come on at the beginning of the school year or not.

”Nah, I came here in the beginning of June. It was the tail end of some festival or other when I arrived, so campus was dead holy shit. I don’t know too much about it, but apparently the place was attacked by a villain or someshit and a girl from 1-B – Lani – ended up nabbing the guy and taking him to the police. Our class kinda floated by without a homeroom teacher for a while, we had the Rescue teacher good old Glave-sensei filling in for us. He was super chill, I’m sorry you didn’t get to see more of him. Just wanted us all to improve and shit, basically went out of his way to help the students who struggled and shit in the class.”

A sigh escaped the lips of the frustrated boy before he continued: ”Now we have angry blueberry instead.”