You Shouldn't Make Scary Faces at Children [Deguchi / Kouta]

"Eh? A politician, coming to the orphanage?"
Kouta was quietly in his room, sat down with his legs crossed atop his comfy bed at the Orphanage, visiting his home during the weekend, spending a few hours studying as to not fall back on those, until one of the caretakers came by and told him about it. They were aware, of course, that he was extremely awkward around people, as well as the fact that it was even worse, with knowing that the politician was a woman. Still, they essentially begged him to take pictures with her in his U.A. uniform, as to make both of them look good for the public. They promised him all sorts of things: his favorite desserts, a new videogame, almost anything to convince him.
"Sure, I'll do it! Anything for you guys!" The boy interrupted of course, not even letting them finish their selection of offers. Kouta, being the sweet boy he is, refused to take anything for such a simple favor to the people that cared for him.

Sat down in the living room, among with all the other children, in his U.A. uniform he usually never really wore around anyone else, they all waited to see the politician, talking among themselves about who it was, since none of them had really heard of her. Not like they had heard of any politicians, other than the Prime Minister and a select few others. Maybe a controversial one or two, nothing else. Kouta included, even if he studied a lot.
All in all;
They knew nothing.

So, when she came in and started speaking, the kids around him seemed horrified of it and, even if Kouta was also startled by her appearance, he did manage to hold his quiet composure, finding her to not look like a normal woman. A mutant. To him, that was more than enough to make him happy, since it meant he didn't have to stand next to a woman, go into a panic attack and faint. Instead, this one was just the usual sort-of-scary which, to a perpetually scared boy who, more than once, got scared of his own shadow, was nothing unusual.
What did concern him was the fact that his siblings were now all scared and judgemental over just a quirk, a certain little thing that really peeved Kouta.

"T-This.. This is no way to act!"
The small boy spoke out, getting up from his seat to move quickly over to Deguchi's side, his pink, eternally messy hair bouncing a little when he turned back to his siblings, standing proud and "confident", reminding himself that he was an U.A. student and their oldest brother, needing to show them manners and be a good exmaple.
To do this and make sure his point got across, Kouta's quirk was quick to activate, a wave of darkness spreading over the boy's entire body, leaving him completely jet black, other than his eyes and the black streaks under his eyes, instead, looking entirely white.
Over his entire body, entirely darker lines constantly pulsated, in tune with his heartbeat, not caring to hide it with his cape: no, this time, his cape would be gone, to make sure they saw all of the horrible details of his quirk.

"You guys see me as your big brother, even if I have this scary quirk. You like me because I am your friend and we have fun together, not because my quirk makes me look like a nice person!
This is not a way to act, judging others because of appearance that they have no real way of controlling!"
Twisted, cavernous. His voice, even with youthful and slightly on the high side, boomed through the living room, his presence being made known, as well as his influence over the children that respect him as they, collectively, either got silent or apologized, a little thing that made him smile.

"I find your quirk cool, Ms. Deguchi."
Though he still looked at the children and did not even bother to deactivate his quirk, he decided that saying something reassuring to her would surely ease over possible tension that she held within her over a weak first-impression.

Flowing, ever pulsating.
From Kouta's pure-white eyes, a large network of what resembled veins covered his entire body, from his face to his feet, fingers, any corner it could find, even his hair. Even though his body was already black, whenever his veins pulsated, it just showed itself by darkening even further, really driving the point forward of a "dark being". One who spoke of good things, like seeing one as something beyond just the sum of their parts.
Still, he'd never think of himself as anything like a possible political rival to Hotarubi, namely starting from the fact that the boy himself wondered just where did all that come from, since he barely ever spoke like that.

The fact was that he did and it served him quite well, so he really couldn't back down now, could he? Instead of getting nervous or backing away from what he just said, the young boy acknowledged what he said and nodded in confirmation, a small sign of assurance that he meant what he said. Her quirk looked quite creepy, though it was the type of creepy that would get him hyped up while watching his favorite anime series and not the creepy that would come completely out of left field and not let him sleep for three months.
He'd know, from experience actually.

Though, as he stood silent while she followed up on what he said, reality did settle just a bit more into him, like how she just mentioned that she could fire lasers from her tongue, a small, yet meaningful fact that collectively made most of the boys' heads turn to her quite quickly in slight surprise. Laser beams are one of the coolest things ever, after all!
Though mentioning it right now would be a bit inappropriate.

So, when the knelt down and extended a hand to Kouta, the dark child hesitated for a second or two, not out of fear for her, but just general fear for what, until a very short while ago, was a stranger to him, though he did shake it, not failing to notice the slight sizzling noise coming out of her, assuming that it was her laser-shooting tongue interacting with saliva.
Once again, he chose not to mention it and, instead, introduced himself.
"It's.. erhm, Itsuki. Itsuki Kouta."

That familiar name.
That little familiar name.
Maybe she'd recognize it from how many times the caretakers mentioned it, as their child that was enrolled in U.A.