Glitterful

As much as he hated excuses, that was at least better than what he had thought. What could this person’s talent be that kept them in the country and away from mainstream media? Something with biology, it seemed, and things under rocks? Insects, perhaps? Or crustaceans? Either way it wasn’t something related to his business, and apparently not something they wanted to go into detail about either. Most students were fairly open about their talents, unless for some reason they had been bullied for it, or had anxiety naturally. While he was slightly curious about the details, it wasn’t enough to make him push for the information.

Was he being for real? He wanted them to research him and his company just so they could talk to him again?! Wow, this kid had an ego problem or something if he seriously expected them to comply with that. In fact, they think that they’re going purposefully not do that. If he wants them to know about him and his darn company then he’s going to tell them himself! They don’t go up to people and say that if they want to know their favorite flavor of lollipop, they have to do research. Naomi has never been one for following people’s instructions or dealing with jerks who think they can boss them around. This kid wasn’t the only one who came from a famous family.

Despite the girl’s kind words, no matter what was said the damage was done, and Shiori was utterly embarrassed. Not only had she bumped into someone but she had caused them to spill their own drink while hers stayed perfectly intact, nothing short of a miracle–and she was glad even if she felt a bit guilty, as she wasn’t sure she could stand brewing another cup of the bitter drink. Quickly placing the thermos on the counter and tightly screwing on the lid–she wouldn’t allow herself to make another careless mistake, not now–she then turned her attention to the more important matter at hand and followed after the girl, gathering up a bunch of paper towels and mopping up the mess the best she could. Even so the floor would still be sticky so she took a few more towels and doused them in soap and water, then went over where the spill had been once more; repeating the process one last time with a dry paper towel she hoped that the worst of the mess had been cleaned up, and that no one would be at risk of slipping or getting their shoes covered in energy drink. 

Atsuko was fully prepared for the lovely task of attempting to clean up a sticky drink, sleep deprived, and having almost never done it before. In fact, she had only mopped something up by herself maybe once or twice back home and since coming to the school she hadn’t had to clean anything up. It wasn’t that she was exceptionally good at cleanliness (if anything she was a bit above average), it was just that she didn’t feel confident enough in cleaning something up to the level it should be.Which was why she was surprised to see that black haired girl who had startled her get paper towels and begin to clean up Atsuko’s mess. She even got wet ones and soaped them up to clean up the stickiness!

“P-Performers?” she repeated with a slight stammer, absolutely incredulous; while it had become more and more apparent that several students at Hope’s Peak were just oblivious and didn’t care much for the world around them, this was an entirely new level of absurdity. Indignation swept over her–to think that her and her brother were performers of all things, how appalling–and she couldn’t help the venom in her voice as she said, “Perhaps you should pay more attention to the news, then; willful ignorance is not very becoming. You should be grateful I’m even willing to tell you who I am at this point, as you should know already–and make no mistake; I’m not going to repeat myself. I’m Byakuren Togami, heiress to the Togami Conglomerate.”

Well, obviously they were not performers. Naomi could assume that much based on how offended or shocked she looked. Though, with all the drama the other was putting into her expression and tone, they felt almost bad that she didn’t go into that field. “Willful ignorance”. Well, wasn’t that funny. If anything, Naomi felt as though they were one of the least ignorant people in Japan. Though, maybe they should pay a bit more attention to those whom were of a high social standing. That would probably save them some drama. In fact, that would probably save them a lot of drama.

Well, at least this one had answered his question easily enough, and inquired about him fairly politely. Really, was he even surprised that people here didn’t recognize him at this point? It was ridiculous, obviously, but it must be something to do with the type of people who made it to Hope’s Peak Academy. Being so dedicated to their talents, they clearly tuned out everything else, including common knowledge that any accomplished person would have. Shameful, but he was getting tired of getting indignant every time some younger student was oblivious to his status. 

Oh gosh, this kid was laying it on thick, wasn’t he? Seriously, just because someone didn’t know who you were didn’t mean they lived under a rock! It just meant they had other things to pay attention to or really just didn’t care about things like people’s statuses. Naomi was both of those combined. They were usually busy doing field work or writing another observation journal. They didn’t have time to waste reading about rich people, they had better things to do and worry about. His name didn’t even ring a bell. 

Yuka pouted. There was a major dilemma for her here. On one hand she could really use the help (especially since her adoptive parents were coming to visit and they’d have WAY too many questions if she showed up like this). On the other hand, she had way too much pride to admit that she needed that help or that she was in a lot of pain. She crossed her arms and sighed, looking away from the newcomer.

Seeing the other look away from her, Mai let out a sigh of her own and rolled her eyes. She was one of those people, wasn’t she? The ones who thought mankind was evil and everyone had something they wanted from you if they so much as told you that you looked pretty that day. The other girl’s words all but confirmed her worries and she pinched the bridge of her nose.

The boy gave a sigh of relief after hearing that she was alright. Hurting someone (or alternatively, getting on their nerves) was not something he wanted to do, especially during his first week of being here.

Getting up and brushing herself off, Umeko offered him a small smile. He was a bit of a jumpy one, wasn’t he? As if to assure him she was okay though, she spun in her spot.