stay, halo heavy.

     "Oh? I didn’t know I was expecting company,” he comments back as best as he can, with his shoulders locked in a stranger’s grip. "That’s awfully thoughtful of you, though,” but his light tone suggests otherwise — that he couldn’t care less, really. (Whoever she is, she isn’t to be underestimated, he notes; her hold is surprisingly firm.) A wry smile tugs at the corner of his lips, as he tips his head back — throws his glance to the left as he does so, catching sight of wild, blonde hair. (He instantly runs it through his registrar of immediate acquaintances, but comes up with nothing; clueless.)

     "Yeah, that’s me. What, did you think I was gonna give you a prize, or something, for finding me?” He’s quick to mask his surprise, overlaying it with a subtle facade of interest; when she lets him go, he tips his weight back onto his heel, to take a step in the opposite direction — keeps a small amount of space, between them. With his hands resting in his pockets, he tilts his head, wordlessly scrutinizing her face; while Kuroo’s sure that she’s no one famous, she still looks familiar.

     "Hold on — you’re that one blonde chick, aren’t you? The one who hangs around Oikawa?" His eyes light up — an indicator of recognition, as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. ”Anyway… What’s up?”

She's not necessarily enthused, but it's pleasant enough that his demeanor isn't dripping of shock or confusion. There's something entertaining about arrogance and confidence that leaks - his disposition as a whole leaves an odd taste on her tongue. Perhaps its an eagerness to prove her point, the forward attitude she's always so happy to put forward - but there might just be something off-kilter in the midst. Either way, Yang isn't terribly concerned.

There isn't much she hasn't faced, and there's even less that she'll say decline the opportunity to take down. After all, the bigger they are, the harder they far. Her fair height aside, there are still several factors that she takes into account which should naturally be intimidating. The blonde just really isn't in the business of feeling afraid. Not of beasts that aren't of human. Not of men twice her size. Not of buildings that crumble on each of her sides with matter that should flatten her frame and distort her reality. Not of… well, anything. That's how she likes things. "Sorry! Not exactly the call before type. Never works out that way!"

A prize? "Nah! Pretty sure I deserve one, though - you're a tough find. I'll ask the president or something." Of course, she's only teasing; there's no one here to ask for prizes and judging from their mutual friend, she doubts he won't understand that. 'That blonde chick' progresses their conversation and she brushes off a few loose things across her knuckles. It's not as though there's much there at all, but she has her rituals of preference. 

She isn’t so great with social situations— no, to be more specific, making friends, but she’s doing her best here and it isn’t exactly the same as meeting your average new person. Not at all, actually. She keeps a smile in return regardless of any mixed feelings and tilts her head slightly.

"No, I guess not, but.. that shouldn’t be a problem, I think, so long as the other person doesn’t turn out to be gross.” She avoids using a name or anything that can identify him for now, even though she knows well enough what his name is. It’s just… so foreign. She’s only sixteen, you know?

"Anyway.." Shying away for a moment to pull her hand back, Mitsuki gazes around the room as if it’ll give her an idea of what to say. "What do you like to do for fun?" That’s a good conversations tarter, right?

"Gross?" It sounds somewhat particular, but Yang isn't opposed to the statement in itself. The other girl is absolutely right - if they're forced to share a home with someone irritating, who knows what just might happen? All things considered, she's never been masterful with easing her own temper.

Maybe that's what the point of all this is: to learn more about herself, and her semblance. Really, there's plenty at stake, but so long as she's in the company of someone else and distracted from where on earth her sister could be (even if that involves multitasking), all should be running smoothly.

"Yeah, I get you!" And she does. Plus, the next question inspires a plethora of responses from the blonde's bubbling lips. She's thrilled to get to know someone who isn't immediately knocking off the possibility of them having mutual subjects in common.

It takes him some time to get used to this — having to alert someone before every bigger appearance. It’s fun, in a way; feeds his ego, be it for better or worse. Besides, at least his bodyguard isn’t a stiff, three meters tall bald guy with a creepy smile (something he had imagined he’d have to put up with.) Instead, it’s someone whose company he can’t help but enjoy; treating the girl more like a friend than a subordinate.

from: oikawa-san. ☆ to: yang-chan. ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)

TO: boss man FROM: xlong

He turned his head to cover the smirk that spread across his lips. "Good luck getting that out of them…” The teen offered a small shrug at the chance of them swallowing their egos, let alone forming an apology. After all, Hiccup had seen how big of jerks they were. They reminded him how in Berk, being feared was a good thing for one’s popularity.

If facial expressions were anything to go by, the answer to her offer was obvious. Hiccup watched the boys shuffle around a bit until the leader convinced his lackeys to toughen up. He saw his ally take steps forward and couldn’t help but grimace and wiggle his right toes in anticipation.

He knew where things were heading. There were plenty of times that Hiccup witnessed Astrid ready herself in battle. And if he could slink his back into the wall any more, he would. He shuffled his feet as far back as possible before his shoulders tightened against the bricks. Even if he wasn’t the one getting punched, it wouldn’t be pleasant to watch. He managed to nod when the blonde looked back in warning,  giving a stuttered agreement. "Y-Yeah…" It didn’t help that his brain decided to imagine a dozen unpleasant outcomes.

It's nothing new - not for her. Missions entail plenty of brawny males with nothing better to do than insult the blonde for what they believe her worth to be as far as fighting goes. And when she threatens (rather kindly, might she add, as warnings are nothing she owes these crude jerks), they deflect, later being forced to retreat.

"Seen their type before. Plenty of times, gets pretty tiring, y'know?" It really does. Don't they have any hobbies or places to be? Wouldn't they rather spend their time enjoying something other than - okay, maybe that's not a fair assumption. All things considering, she's about to enjoy shoving her knuckles into their middles. And if they're keen on saying anything else stupid, between their teeth.

No time for 'one last chance's; that's long-gone and drowned out by her careful footsteps closer, honing in on the kill with bright eyes and a vibrant aura. By the time two are on the floor - cowering in fear more than pain, as she's taking it easy on them, the blonde is only getting started.