#moveextras. 005

If there was anything her time on the island and the chaos she had experienced had taught her, it was that she needed to make herself stronger in skills other than her quirk. Until she could figure out what was keeping the full potential of her quirk from her, then the only thing she could focus on for the time being was her martial arts skills! And the one who taught her said skills wasn’t here! So most of her improvements would need to be made with those already on the island, and those that had similar or stronger strengths than her...

She didn’t take too long to decide who she was going to ask to help her with that. Their condition was most likely better than it was previously, but she could at the very least ask for advice! No point on making their recovery worse than it needed to be... if they were still recovering, that is. She had forgotten to ask about that during the alone time she had due to some... thoughts.

And that’s how they had ended up here, in an open space she had taken a liking to when she had first arrived and her making her request. Most of their meetings were initiated by her wanting something, if not by encounters around the city... but today was one of the days where she was actually asking for help.

She was never really the type to read back in text conversations... she could remember the details of them quite easily, as well as the time and date they were sent. But when it came down to it, sometimes there was this little urge in the back of her head to read them back. Just once. Just to remember what she had said, and how the conversation went.

That’s what she’s been doing for the past ten minutes now. Originally, she had been walking around while scrolling through the texts she had with others, free hand holding mochi that she was absentmindedly munching on occasionally. That was, until she came across his name. She didn’t know why, but she had felt the need to sit down somewhere... so she was on a bench now, and it had been like that for two minutes now.

Come to think of it, she hasn’t seen him for a while... it was almost like he vanished into thin air. Sure, she knew that possibility was there, she learned it during her time here, but... it didn’t make it hurt nonetheless. Sadness sometimes finds its way to turn into anger, and it seemed to express itself through the form of her now aggressively munching on her mochi.