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Diesel Weasel was the first to show up. 07:30 sharp. Would have been predictable if Síat knew for a fact that he'd passed.
「Ah! A fellow prompt stude-... You. You're the one who correctly surmised that we would not be getting a countdown.」 He stood rigid at the spine and walked straight to Síat. 「Tenya Iida, formerly of Somei Academy.」 His hand extended forward.
Síat clasped his forearm, and looked a little puzzled when he didn't return it immediately, before remembering that people nowadays grab the hand. But Iida had adapted quickly, likely recognizing the warrior-like gesture after a moment of contemplation. 「Síat Rahill, formerly of... Saggart Construction and Demolition. Sorry about coming down so harshly on you, I won't say I was in the wrong for defending myself, but it wasn't necessary to escalate with name-calling. It's a cultural thing, you should hear how we talk to people we actually like. I'll try to refrain while I'm in Japan.」
「I see. I appreciate the apology, but I must also apologize for the confrontation, myself. You were correct, Present Mic indeed called for a response. We Japanese are not used to that sort of energy from a superior.」
Síat chuckled as the handshake broke. 「Aye, Uncle Hizashi is wasted on Japan, his energy belongs in Ireland, or maybe Scotland.」
Iida looked immediately scandalized. 「Uncle!?」
Síat held his hands up placatingly. 「The man recorded himself calling himself that, I don't know if it's universal, or specific to me, but I'm not gonna refuse. When a man calls you family, that's a bond you take and hold onto.」
「Fair enough. I believe you've already shown me twice now that I should not question your tactics. At least, perhaps, with him.」 Iida seemed to soften. Then became puzzled. 「Did you say you attended school in a construction and demolition site?」
Síat coughed. 「School... Right, yes, I went to school for construction work. I figured a heavy manual labor school that also pays its students would help me get to Japan for U.A. and also help me get strong enough to be fit for hero work.」
Iida seemed to ponder that for a moment. 「That seems... Rather reasonable logic. I approve of your methods!」 Iida turns to take the desk closest to the door.
Close one, kiddo, maybe try to avoid name-dropping your previous illegal child labor.
I know, ma, I wasn't thinking.
A couple of quieter kids slipped in, a scarred boy with heterochromia of both the eyes and hair, a relatively plain looking boy, save for the massive, muscular tail, and... Well the bird-headed boy himself was relatively quiet, at least, but his evidently sentient quirk clearly wasn't. There was also a fellow with a rocky head, and a guy in what looked like a mask, with... Extra arms connected by patagia.
Well... Can you call it patagia if it's thick and appears to contain muscle? A patagium is a thin stretch of skin evolved for aerodynamics.
Ner-
I swear on my movie bootleg collection, En, I will staple your ghost lips together if you use our word again.
Okay, first of all, damn, for real? And second, it's my word too. I'm a nerd. Actually, these books you've read are cool, if you can get your hands on any physical copies, I'd love to know what parts you've forgotten, I'm really liking the Chronicles of Vladimir Tod.
Oh. Bet. Well, no, not for real, I'm being dramatic, but- oop, incoming.
And there she was. Entering with a... Floating uniform? Neat, an invisibility quirk. But the visible one... Pink skin, eyes like obsidian gems with pretty golden rings in them. Tiny, crooked little yellow horns protruding out of short, curly pink hair. She locked eyes with him, and grinned.
She bounced right over to Síat. 「You're the one who gave Present Mic the callbacks he was asking for, right? And didn't you help capture the sludge villain?」
The invisible girl behind her... Well, next to her, now, gasped. 「That was YOU‽」
Síat blinked. "Os mo chomhair tá féileacán bándearg thar a bheith álainn."
That's not Japanese, that's not even English, kiddo... Nana's voice was strangled with laughter.
I know, help me, I've forgotten how to function!
The "incredibly beautiful pink butterfly" that was "before him" blinked those pretty eyes. 「Okay, I was pretty decent in English class, and I didn't get a word of that...」
Síat coughed. "It's Irish. 'Before me is an incredibly beautiful pink butterfly.' I don't..."
The girl's face flushed deep into magenta. She looked at the space above the invisible one's collar and they both squealed.
Foreign charm. Sixty percent of the time, it works every time. Nana preened.
Six men groan in Síat's head. And one Ghost Might simply says I understood that reference!
Síat cleared his throat. 「Would you like to watch a movie with me after school? And its sequel? If we leave right after school, I should be able to pull off getting you home before dark...」
The invisible one seemed to back away. 「You haven't even learned her name...」
「I am now the incredibly beautiful 'Pink Butterfly', and he will ONLY address me as such! But she's right, my name is Mina Ashido.」 She beamed.
Iida glanced up at the wall mounted clock, and his hands, in his lap, began to clench.
More students continued to trickle in.
One of them seemed to be more irritating to Iida than the conversation at the front row. 「YOU, WITH YOUR FEET ON THE DESK!!!!!」
「Síat. Síat Rahill.」 He gripped his desk. "So, what do you say, Mo Fhéileacán Bándearg?"
Mina grinned. "After school. Where are we watching?"
"Well, I was thi-"
「If you're here to make friends, you can pack up and leave.」
20 students quickly bolted into 20 seats.