#heroar

  THE BRUNETTE BLINKS FROM HER STUPOR, the commute probably not the best place to be resting her eyes while on the way to school but the gentle rock of the coach was a little too enticing to high-school student on monday morning.  she lifts her head up to a young girl in the shujin uniform yet a face she can’t quite pinpoint, nor did she bother to try. she can just about remember what she had for supper yesterday let alone playing guess who with the students of shujin academy; but that dark hair was rather striking, it was almost like coal…     SAURA sits up straighter, not bothering to cover her rather toothy YAWN before she shakes her head, fingers reach up to brush unruly strands from her eyes.  ❝ –  go ahead, before i travel across tokyo on my back. ❞         and just who could be able to say that? and she was sure her homeroom teacher would have plenty more to say for missing school for such a feat.

  there was only an empty seat, luckily enough for her when she boarded. while the trip to shujin was only three stops away, romi already noticed there was someone who wore the same uniform as her, asking if someone else was to sit there or not. while the raven thinks nothing on the other’s appearance (she isn’t one to judge), she patiently awaits a reply before hearing the other’s approval to sit next to her.

MICHIRU FEELS ETERNALLY CURSED ———————— this height of hers had been more of a bane than a boon. she is a bit too aware of what the other might think; this isn’t her first rodeo of embarrassment. she bites her tongue and tries to keep up the smile if only to alleviate her emotions a bit.

“Who even decided that we needed to learn math...? Not like I’ll be using it anyway,” 

The most math that he did was making sure he had enough to buy ramen, groceries - and counting calories.  Any of this other stuff, like drawing lines from point A or B or C or whatever, he didn’t understand any of it.  Would any of this information even be relevant in a non high school setting? Exams were stupid and math was stupid and all of this was all stupid.  Feeling the frustration setting in, he had done what had always come most naturally to him - he had gotten up and gone for a short walk, nowhere particular in mind, just anywhere to clear his mind and get away from it all.  On his way back, he had stopped by a nearby vending machine where he’d scooped up two melon sodas - perhaps they could both use the sugar rush right now.

He had already started on his, her soda sat in his other hand - being held out enticingly towards her.

“You should take a break - or three,” He added the last part with a playful roll of his eyes, still gripping onto her soda.  “Come sit next to me and have a soda,”

@heroar sent a Doctor Who prompt:

“Did you just say ‘it’s okay, we’re nice’?“ @ futaba

✧— " ... yyyyyyyes...? Was that. Not the right thing to say? Like, we ARE the good guys, right? Doesn't that make us nice? I know I don't exactly fight, but that's what Joker also says! "

it would seem they weren't backing down -- she hadn't realized she had been staring, not until a pair stared at her back, they shot through her like a gunshot, a behemoth aura that one could describe when you stare up grand, gigantic -- powerful. a force to be reckoned with that would fire back ten times fold like a match against a dragon's breath. when fear should go through, instead she feels a rush of heat, a sudden thump in her chest that nearly stops her stride just to calm it, what the hell was that? and it wasn't the DRAGON who broke her trance, but rather his goons who snapped like terriers upon catching her stare down, disrespect? a challenge? they're quick to bark and slam their glasses down, one and then three rising from their booths to get up in her face, grabbing her shoulder and whirling her back and hitting her face with the STINK of booze and bloated ego, as one would when riding the coattails of a dragon. she inhales, suppressing her rise of anger to their jabs, she brought this on herself really. she was staring... stupidly so, well. an evening of drinks was rather dull, and she was due for some refreshment. ❝ – i doubt a simple apology will do, but i wouldn't want to interrupt your evening -- would you mind if we take this outside?  ❞ before their yaps could start again, she made it clear she wasn't talking to them, it wasn't them she owed this apology to, she looks at them again, those eyes.      ❝ – sir?  ❞

THE LOWER RUNGS OF THE GO-RYU CLAN WERE COMPRISED OF IDIOTS; even Ryuji could acknowledge that much. Young, hot-headed grunts who thought themselves superior due to their affiliation with THE DRAGON they didn't so much as hesitate to start an altercation in the stead of. One wrong look had been enough to be misconstrued as a sign of disrespect towards their patriarch, and with the perceived slight threatening the authority of their beloved superior, no time was spared rising from their respective booth to cause a scene.

Quick as his lackies were to anger, however, the blonde hadn't said a word. His silent, but intense gaze pierced through her like a gunshot, molten brown surveying the scene rapidly unfolding before him. Where marred lips seemed to be curved into a natural snarl with how his face rested, it gave way to an unexpected smirk once addressed directly with the apparent respect his presence warranted.

❝ to everyone not following the PHANTOM THIEVES, of course. i mean, the public has a habit of overlooking those that it’s not ... particularly INTERESTED in. ❞ he contains a grimace.

❝ and UNFORTUNATELY for the phantom thieves, they’re losing the sway of the public. have you heard the things they’re saying? i’d hate to be in their position. i’d thought the public’s response to the medjed case and therein ME were bad ... ❞ smug expression is hidden as he turns his face, head ducking to study the contents of his briefcase.