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Kirishima prided himself on always being someone his classmates—or anyone, really—could rely on. A rock as solid as his quirk. It was in his nature to be welcoming and to make sure everyone felt they had at least one friend, even if some of his other classmates could be rather disagreeable. And so, when two new students had transferred into the class, even with no prior notice from Aizawa, Kirishima missed not a beat, up on his feet within moments to go introduce himself. Kaminari followed suit, of course, just as friendly, but Kirishima had gotten there first. Seeing as the foreign student had already taken her seat and was surrounded by her female peers, Kaminari soon to follow, Kirishima chose to target the male student first.
"Yo! Kinda chaotic in here, isn't it?" Eijirou remarked loudly, laughing and looking around the classroom, hand massaging the back of his neck beneath the spikes of his hair. He could hardly hear himself think much less talk, and hence he strained himself so the other boy could at least have a shot at hearing him. Plastering a hand over his chest, he continued: "I'm Kirishima Eijirou, by the way. Not too often that you have people who get off the waiting list once school starts, y'know—guess you and de Rios must have some pretty badass quirks to manage that! What do you have under your sleeve to do have pulled that off?"
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It was hectic, that was for sure. One might compare 1-A that day to the inside of a shopping center more readily than a classroom, and while Mika did her best to answer all the inquiries being chucked her way, she often had to meet them with an embarrassed, "What did you say?" or, "Sorry, it's so loud, I didn't catch that." Aizawa seemingly wanted nothing to do with the whole ordeal but wasn't stopping it either; he'd already tucked himself into his sleeping bag, something everyone failed to bat an eye at, so she didn't question it, either.
Interestingly enough, despite the sheer mass of the crowd that had surrounded her, the boy sitting in the seat beside her (now that the seating chart had been shifted to accommodate the two new kids) was someone whose name hadn't been posed to her; in fact, while not visibly vexed by the noise around him, he was facing away from her and the rest of his peers, staring at the window that was to his left. She squinted, trying to debate over what to do. If they were stuck sitting next to each other, wouldn't it make some sense to at least know one another a bit? She waited until most of the students had gone either back to their seats or to the other student to try her hand at making the air between them something other than an eerie chill.
"Sorry about how loud that was," she began, leaning over crossed arms onto her desk. "Didn't mean for you to get caught up in all that shit."
"Yo! Kinda chaotic in here, isn't it?" Eijirou remarked loudly, laughing and looking around the classroom, hand massaging the back of his neck beneath the spikes of his hair. He could hardly hear himself think much less talk, and hence he strained himself so the other boy could at least have a shot at hearing him. Plastering a hand over his chest, he continued: "I'm Kirishima Eijirou, by the way. Not too often that you have people who get off the waiting list once school starts, y'know—guess you and de Rios must have some pretty badass quirks to manage that! What do you have under your sleeve to do have pulled that off?"
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It was hectic, that was for sure. One might compare 1-A that day to the inside of a shopping center more readily than a classroom, and while Mika did her best to answer all the inquiries being chucked her way, she often had to meet them with an embarrassed, "What did you say?" or, "Sorry, it's so loud, I didn't catch that." Aizawa seemingly wanted nothing to do with the whole ordeal but wasn't stopping it either; he'd already tucked himself into his sleeping bag, something everyone failed to bat an eye at, so she didn't question it, either.
Interestingly enough, despite the sheer mass of the crowd that had surrounded her, the boy sitting in the seat beside her (now that the seating chart had been shifted to accommodate the two new kids) was someone whose name hadn't been posed to her; in fact, while not visibly vexed by the noise around him, he was facing away from her and the rest of his peers, staring at the window that was to his left. She squinted, trying to debate over what to do. If they were stuck sitting next to each other, wouldn't it make some sense to at least know one another a bit? She waited until most of the students had gone either back to their seats or to the other student to try her hand at making the air between them something other than an eerie chill.
"Sorry about how loud that was," she began, leaning over crossed arms onto her desk. "Didn't mean for you to get caught up in all that shit."
