@hanborn asked: "I got my chopsticks stuck in the ceiling, Uraraka." The tone was placid enough, rich monotone coupled with an expression that could have almost been sad, as he gazed directly upwards to where, indeed, two wooden utensils were protruding from the drywall.
Ochaco hadn’t seen the incident to cause the utensils to not only leave Todoroki’s hands, but to secure themselves solidly into the ceiling, but had heard the telltale shunk sound that had been their entrance into the drywall. It had been enough to garner her attention away from her own food towards the male who spoke so evenly, it might as well have been him pointing out the salt on the table for anyone to use. Not the sheer fact that somehow, without much of a fuss in any sense, did something shoot up into the ceiling and stick there.
“Todoroki…” Ochaco’s eyes were wide upon him, questioning silently exactly how it had occurred when he seemed so wholly unfazed. Awaiting an answer was fruitless, the way he just seemed so indifferent to the situation—if not the slightest bit hungry and upset at the very corners of his gaze—and the girl eventually offered a small, confounded smile.
Pushing out her chair from under her and standing, she nodded towards her classmate. “Don’t worry, Todoroki. I can get them for you.” Her fingers pressed together, the small pads connecting before gravity fell away from her form, leaving her weightless. The soles of her shoes left the ground with little effort, a small tilt of her toes to push off the ground to send her upwards towards the ceiling.
The trip up was swift, reaching the drywall within seconds and gently positioning herself to grab up the two jutting sticks in her grasp. A small tug freed them from their roost and held firm in her grip as she rotated her form to use the lifted surface to push back off of to help her ascend down quickly, right herself up as she touched down and released her quirk.
“Here you are, Todoroki!” She cheered, holding up the pair of chopsticks up towards him. “You might want to wipe them off though, I don’t think that dry wall tastes very good.” Not to mention she was probably one of the few students who had been on the lunchroom’s ceiling, so who knew when the last time that it was cleaned.
Handing them off to him, Ochaco tilted her head, brows lifted with concern. “Just…don’t do whatever you did to get them up there again, please?” Not that she minded the impromptu training, it simply left her with too many questions.
