物間寧人

[ Here’s a random call for anyone who’s interested in plotting with me. ]

     “Insecure? Oh, I’m not sure about that. I feel quite comfortable in my place. It’s just that I’ll feel even more comfortable once 1-B finally surpasses you 1-A mistakes.”

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     “But still, what a poor display in the tournament portion! Honestly, shouldn’t you be capable of more? Just one blast and you looked prepare to hurl. It was laughable, really.” He chuckles just from the memory, and folds his arms across his chest. Neito knew what he was doing -- trying to get under this guy’s skin. He wanted him off his game for his personal enjoyment.

     “Ooh, feisty. Settle down, there. Aren’t you supposed to be setting a good example?”

     “Well, I don’t really want to copy the quirk of a 1-A student anyways, but I like to know what my options are.” He shrugs, seeming rather indifferent, but his coy attitude was certainly off-putting. “I don’t think I could pull off your look, however.”

     That was the spirit. Neito was scheming, he always was. The boy wanted to know more in case the opportunity may arise that he would have to take advantage of it. “Now, I’m sure there’s more to it than that. You have quite a powerful quirk!” He hums, encircling the other with interest. “So, once you have control of someone, how long does that last? Or is it based on distance from the target?”

@evilheroism - x

     “Well, Neito Monoma is my name. I’ll make sure you remember it.” And he definitely would. It wouldn’t be extremely difficult to do so. He just had a few questions is all. Neito had a natural inclination to understand people’s quirks -- their limits, their strengths, all of it. And now was no different. “I’m sorry, I was just interested in your quirk is all. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me asking a few questions?”

     “Well, would you look at that! Quite possibly one of the weaker ones of class 1-A. I actually don’t even want to bother copying your quirk, it’s that bad.”

     “Oh, look! It’s Tetsutetsu’s clone! Hey, how’s it feel having a quirk that’s nowhere near as good as a 1-B one? Honestly, Tetsutetsu deserves to be in your place.”

     “Well, well, well, yet another boring quirk from 1-A. Just some earplugs? Really?”

     “Soo.. teeth, huh? Is that really the only reason you got in? What department are you from again?”

     “So your quirk consists of your physical attributes, is that right? Or are there other things you’re capable of?”

     “Ah-” Dammit, Tetsutetsu! Why did he have to steal Neito’s spotlight?! He was just as skilled as everyone else in his class! No mind, no mind. Take it easy, Neito. You got this. “No. I am not... Tetsutetsu-san.”