ᶜʰᵃᵐᵉᶫᵉᵒᶰ ᴴᵉʳᵒ

Not having expected for anyone to be around, the abrupt appearance startles Bakugou into taking a defensive stance, explosions already crackling within the center of his palms before he realised that his unexpected company was another student.  All protests at the other’s abrupt way of introducing himself into the picture was cut short by an outburst almost as lively as Bakugou’s usually were.  “HAH? You trying to start a fight, little shit??” Brows instantly furrowed as the teen bristled in displeasure and takes a square step closer to his unexpected conversation partner in a menacing manner.  “Trying to jump me in this corridor and you can’t even get my name fucking right! It’s Bakugou! BA-KU-GO! Don’t you dare forget it!” 

✧ —– This was IT. The exposure of a volume so gratifyingly similar to his, only amplified the unbridled embellishment of his presence. A collaboratively unique display of offensive stances, almost considered egotistical among onlookers may have been weird, but the chameleon justified his, and Bakugou’s actions as stylish more than anything. Despite threatened circumstances and the growth of danger building in the other’s palms, Suda joined with an accusing point of the finger, though refrained from tackling a combative instinct like 1-A’s firecracker enjoyed, so he assumed.

“Whoaah, so it is you!” Heightened tones continued to relay and echo throughout the corridor, a fiery enthusiasm in play while passion carried him forth with a shake of the head, “As a small fry student from general studies, I’ll have to say no to fighting you! But just you wait, Bakeneko!” Indeed, the student had regarded the blond’s identity, but the memory was such a dastardly things to call upon. So in light of reminiscent failure, Suda swapped the outward expression of his index finger, to a thumbs up. “I’ll upgrade to hero classes in no time, then I’ll accept!” Certainly, a fight between he and the other was an exciting opportunity, but risks were taken in acknowledgement that death never lingered behind. 

✧ —–THE HEAVINESS in expelled exhalation should have been evidence enough of the disappointment from the student. A displeasure vividly brandished with the crease of brows vaguely risen above his aviators, shortly after their teacher announced pairs stuck to one another’s hips for their FIRST practical. That wasn’t any fun, nor a firm demonstration of their abilities if they had to depend on each other’s presence. The Chameleon furiously shook the hairs standing on the back of his head in a fit, a mild tantrum for his desire to play it singularly, and eventually house everyone’s attention. 

✧ —– A MIRACLE. At least, it’s how he saw her upon the first inspection. The likeliness in which the discovery of another stealth-oriented quirk was assured within the confines of UA, but regardless. Such unveiling had come with excitable retaliation from the chameleon student, and as well DENIAL of exponential ability to remain in a constant state of invisibility. Was that it? Could that student continuously condition herself like so, without any drawbacks? Suda saw her wandering the halls among other heroic figures, however, couldn’t ( or rather refused to ) contain the escalating inquisitiveness, and joy in his very veins. And when he sauntered over, quite persistently encountering the female, he ABRUPTLY heightened in speech.

✧ —– A CONSECUTIVE study, on numerous occasions of viewing the shorter male in his departure from Recovery Girl’s office led Suda to the conclusion that... the hero course was undoubtedly wrought with trouble. Truthfully, it made the ambition that much more exciting, an exposure to dangerous instances and honestly, he wanted the experience in order to evolve and improve. Yet this guy, from 1-A if he was correct... was particularly concerning among the superior students, as unadulterated nosiness ushered him over. Despite innocent intent on friendly terms, an energetic, and overwhelmingly LOUD tone stretched throughout the corridor.

✧ —– AMICABLE intentions had been briefly touched upon meeting, curiosity lulling him forward to hover particularly close - perhaps TOO close - before steadfast vengeance seeped into the student’s behaviour. A bit of payback for bullying? Boisterous volume exceeded the silence around the two as he spoke up, a palm provokingly slapping against the blond’s back. “ That sounds like a GREAT idea! --Hey, hey, static bug, why not fry the phone instead?! ‘Cause you’re probably dead already! “ By the sound of it, anyway, if dangerous lengths were taken upon simple vandalism. Yet he paused, before asking;

✧ —– PREPOSTEROUS, were the circumstances defined as. Whereout the courtesy of civilians seemed to dismiss what was, quite possibly an unfortunate scenario with a lost youth and her canine companion. Amidst a stroll to the suburbs local convenience store did the student come across unfamiliar bodies, an uncertainty of the other’s conditions keeping him from continuing on throughout the day. She was young. Lost, maybe, and wasn’t it a hero’s responsibility to tend to the people? Aviators were repositioned to stave an annoyingly adamant light from above, as Kenjiro crept ever closer to kneel and address the youngster with a generous tone.

✧ —– INFERIOR, the title bestowed. A definition garnering students like he, being that of the common rabble for making it into General Studies. However, heroic entitlement or not, to become a part of the collective holding UA’s reputation was an extreme honour. An accomplishment, and means to vastly improve throughout the duration of his learning experience. The young male attested to inner motivations, as, decreed on the first day of their being UA students, and violently slid the classroom door open. An arm swung energetically, thumb pointing towards himself as he blasted tones throughout.

✧ —– INGENIUS; most outstanding students would applaud the tactics of the academy. Most would find hysterics within the prodding of their intellectual magnificence. But this one, above all, had suffered under the weight of numerous textbooks and hours spent memorizing facts he held absolutely no regard for. Kenjiro scrounged about several papers, uncaring of the resounding disturbance throughout the library whilst desperately searching for an important piece of the puzzle. But alas, impatience bested the student and had arms unceremoniously thrown into the air, a tantrum steadily arising.

✧ —– WHIMSICAL were initial intentions to spy on the heroic department, to perhaps enlighten spirits ( including his own ), and gain some kind of idea toward the progression of their making into heroes. Afterall, enviousness often brought him there, to watch and record. To sway a comfortable camouflage of the corridor over his frame, pressed against the wall in temporary quietude. But, as fate would have it the aviator-adorned male was prone to explosive outbursts of otherworldly vocals, as he came upon one student often rumoured about. Camouflage faded as instantaneously as his discretion before he stepped forth.