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Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

No, Sora replied, the words cutting through the quiet like a sharp knife. Hitomi will not leave my side at any point of this conversation. It does not matter if you intend to hurt me or not. I do not give her permission to do so. Normally Sora does not issue orders to the female bodyguard, but as it stands she is not thinking clearly. Amber eyes, ablaze with fury, locked onto the young man standing before her, acting so calm and cool, as if there is no reason to be angry. Having taken the time to change out of her uniform, Sora was no longer advertising U.A. unconsciously, but rather her own style. A plain white tank top revealed an inch or so of pale white skin just above her dark blue jeans, though a white jacket was thrown over it not that it did overly much. Of course the sleeves were removed, as to make it easier to move about. It is a simple outfit, nothing which proclaimed she is of the Hanakawa lineage however, she is comfortable in this. A breeze had silver flaring out, several threads splaying against the ruby red of the sunset, the soft blue that is fixing to take over the day. It did not take long for the ponytail to unravel, for the waterfall to spill down the length of her back. Sora lifted her head high. What if I said I was mad at you? Her eyes locked onto his, amber gold with crimson red. What if I am furious at both of you? At you, because you cannot let the past remain in the past and at my father, for obviously taking matters into his own hands, and dictating who I can and cannot be friends with? Hm? What then? If she had hands, she would be tempted to punch him in the face however, she does not, therefore she has to resist the urge to scratch his eyes out instead. I do not understand why you are doing this, she continued on. Why do you insist on bringing up the past? I was hurt, but I have moved on. I learned I do not need friends. I can lead a perfectly happy life without someone to laugh with. Sora kept her shoulders straight, and yet it felt harder to do so, now that she had led the conversation down this path. It is difficult to keep so calm, it seems. Tears stung her eyes, however she did not let a single one escape. Why must this be so difficult?! Do you hope we will be friends again? Sora found herself blurting out. Do you want to work together, as fellow heroes? I just I do not understand why you are doing this at all! Is it because you feel guilty? No, it is best she does not know. Sora shook her head, just to lift her chin up again. If my presence is really going to be such a problem, I will request to switch to another class tomorrow, she told him. I would ask to go to another school, but I doubt Father would be alright with that, so I will make things easier for the both of us. How does that sound?
Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

Life affords very few seconds chances. Matsuda said with a small shrug as he sat down in the grass again this time he was facing her, but even so he was intentionally straining himself to keep his breath light, and his voice quite so that he didn't send off any shock waves, he simply gestured to the empty field as if offering her to take a seat, an an action he doubted she would oblige him for I don't blame you for being angry at me. He shook his head, when she said that she had learned she didn't need friends he winced looking at the ground. He had been alone for a long time, during his imprisonment no one, not even his own mother had come to visit him, and now he was confronted with one of if not the person he had most wanted to see, of course she would be mad at him, but he didn't really know what to say. Of course I hope that we can be friends again, you're the closest thing to a family I have left. Of course I want to things to get better, and improve, and I want to work with you. I'm willing to do just about anything to earn your trust. Matsuda kept his eyes downcast, he didn't know how else to say it. When she offered to simply step away and go to a different class he sighed he hadn't wanted to create this large of a rift between them. It sounds miserable. He sighed already depressed, already broken, he didn't exactly know what to say or do given the situation. If she didn't want to try and make things better there wasn't much he could do to force the situation. I'd rather we tried to make things work, tried to work together, but if you really hate me that much. Getting up to his feet. No need to ruin your future, my second chance was... fleeting, it was good to see you, I'll tell the school to send me back. What's two more years of hell. He took a breath. For what it was worth Sora it was... wonderful seeing you again. I'm sorry. He was turned away so she wouldn't be able to see him crying, but he would set off towards the main building, with a word he would just go back to being dead. that was... fine. He could live with that.
Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

Idiot. How is she supposed to respond-? Amber eyes watched as defeat settled about his shoulders, depression pressed down on the young man. It was a sight that is almost heartbreaking. A small shake of her head had silver swaying back and forth with the motion. Wait. It was quiet, an order that was not meant to be one. Sora did not look at him as he paused, nor as he turned about to face her, for she did not wish him to see how affected she is by him by this situation as a whole. An awkward silence befell them. It was difficult to find the right words to say, or to compose a way to remedy this tension between he and her. For one thing, she doubts she could ever bring herself to forgive him. Yes, she knows now that it was not his fault she never received any letters, any emails, but the hurt lingers even though the truth is revealed. Sora brought both wings up, as to cross them over her chest as if that could protect herself any better from those hopeful crimson eyes of his. Do not let me ruin the next two years of your life. It may come across as harsh, but it is true. I am just one person. I think it is naive of you to toss aside this second chance just because of my anger. I swear. You need to think about this logically, instead of with emotions that oftentimes leads one astray. Sora did not look at him still, however she could not resist shaking her head once again. You are just making this situation far more difficult than it needs to be. Fine. How about this, then? It was then that her eyes returned to him. You and I will both remain in class 1-A. I think we are mature enough to tolerate each other on a daily basis, provided it is in small doses. Sora rolled her shoulders, the last rays of light rippling over her white feathers, bathing each individual one in gold, orange, light green and blue. I suppose I can try to overcome this as well, she continued on to say. We are going to be working together during class, so there needs to be no animosity between you and I. It is a logical solution to this problem. Sora does not want him to know just how deeply hurt she was by him, oh no. It will forever be her burden, her secret to keep hidden in the depths of her heart. More than likely he will never mean as much to her as he once had. Well? What do you say?
Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

This was at least partly why he hadn't wanted the body guard to see him. The water works had started at some point for him, a wall breaking that hadn't been touched in a few years. He honestly forgot that he could do something like cry. He had been alone so long and realized so long ago that tears did nothing, yet here he was a few steps away from her and he was already starting to bail. Which had an inverse side effect, the heavy heaves that came with crying was messing up his breathing and with that came the feeling of the coughing fit from earlier. Then she said that she could try to overcome everything and he turned towards her, and knowing it wasn't her intent or desire to do so he attempted to pull forward and hug her, whether Hitomi stepped in and caught him before he could or not didn't matter, which ever one of the women he grabbed he didn't seem to care, as he spiraled quickly and started a fit of heavy coughing that shut down his ability to react or think as his power very nearly strangled him. When it calmed down, Matsuda was week in the knee his body trembling from a mix of pain and breathing problems, needing support from whom ever he had grabbed onto in the first part to stand. When his voice came to him he was weak, having to turn back towards the dorm house and steadily attempt to pull himself to his full height. Sora, I know things are different now. I'm not trying to revive the past, I just... I just want us to be okay, to be friends, students, what have you. He smiled towards her, his soft red eyes puffy and more redshot than they should have been. As he started to walk away he could feel the eyes of several people watching him, a glance towards the window showed that there were actually other members of the class, and he had been so wrapped up in the drama between him and Sora he had completely failed to remember anyone name. A fresh wave of embarrassment came over him as he caught a glance of other studetns just inside that were now hurrying to make it look like they hadn't been watching or listening to the exchange that just happened. Opening the door he could already tell that there was at least one gossip in the school. a young man with blond hair was adjusting his glasses looking at the two other students, eyeing them with heavy suspicion. It has to be some sort of lovers quarrel. He explained to another student. She seemed mad at him, so I bet he cheated on her.
Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

Huh? A sparkle of tears caught her attention that is, before his arms came to envelop her in an uninvited embrace. Of course Sora stiffened at the intrusion upon her space but it seems that it will not end just there. His Quirk is powerful, and yet at the moment a bit out of control. Every cough of his ripped through thin material, revealing bits and pieces of pale skin as time went on. It was humiliating! It appears he did not notice, either, if his smile is any indication. Luckily Hitomi came to her rescue, proffering her suit jacket, or else Sora just might have died of embarrassment right then and there. As it stands, it was impossible to pretend that she was not affected by his tears, or by his words. Does she truly care about him still? After so long of believing he did not care about her? It was also impossible to hide the tears threatening to spill, thus she quickly brushed the feathers of one wing over her face, in order to be rid of the evidence. Hitomi gently pulled the black jacket tighter over her, an act which she found reassuring, even though it is but a small act of kindness. A long, shuddering breath left her lips a moment later, her eyes drawn to the young man walking away. Is that so? He wants to be friends again? Students? Matsuda is a very confusing individual. Did she not make it clear she wanted nothing more to do with him? And yet, he insists on mending their relationship or at the very least, forging a new one. It is preposterous. Sora went to follow after him, albeit reluctantly noticing at long last those that have gathered by the windows to watch their conversation and argument unfold. Oh no. Please, no. It was with dread that she joined him inside, the black suit jacket just barely hiding the fact her tank top is in shreds, and nothing hiding the fact she is blushing pink. A heavy silence befell them all. It was awkward, to say the least. A young man spoke up, his hair blond, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Is he the gossiping sort? It is difficult to tell. E-Excuse me? Sora exclaimed, the pink blush darkening to red before their very eyes, and very quickly. Y-You are quite mistaken! We are not lovers-! I believe there is more to the story than what meets the eye, arose a quiet voice. Her hair was white as snow on the right, red as flames on the left, all of it gathered up in a high ponytail. It just so happens one eye was brown, the other a bright, bewitching blue. Let us turn in for the night. We have no idea what tomorrow holds for us. Masuyo Todoroki is the younger sister of Shoto Todoroki, famously known for his Quirk over fire and ice. Ironically enough, she herself has the same Quirk. Unlike him, Masuyo has no qualms with using her flames. In a plain blue blouse and darker blue pants, Masuyo slipped her hands into her pockets. Mismatched eyes came to focus on the two that came in. My name is Masuyo Todoroki, she introduced herself, just as quiet as before. And you are?
Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

The young blond adjusted his glasses hearing that defense that the two were not lovers, but what they had witnissed pretty much the entire day was Matsuda and Sora arguing pretty much all day, and then there was that extravagant display. That plus the fact that the guy had clearly been crying he didn't really buy into Sora's insistance that they weren't lovers, especially because Matsuda's reaction was that he was currently turning into a tomato. Clearly than, they are in denial. The man said looking between the two women. I mean just look at him. Matsuda for his part was embarassed to high hell, looking at everyone, he couldn't really protest the situation, he looked like he was about to faint just on the accusation of being lovers, he was shaking and and his lips didn't exactly have a come back aside from stuttering, he decided to focus on the introduction of Masuyo instead nodding towards her. M-Matsuda, Ito. stiltedly and slowly he started to walk towards the elevator with the intent to go back to his room on the top floor. My name is Riku Tanaka. The blond said with a smile. And I agree it's been a long day, and who knows what's planned for tomorrow, classes are just getting started after all. He waved and started towards his own room. When he got to his room and slammed the door behind himself locking it Matsuda was in shock, after years of having to deal with a more repressed state here he was able to breath and act how he pleased. More so he was starting to feel again, after what felt like a number of years of being numb. Was it just because Sora had shown up, and why did Sora suddenly want to be a hero? She was never one for the spotlight when they had been kids what brought about the change? and why hadn't he shot down the idea that they were lovers? That wasn't even something from his wildest fantasies, though he had to admit that she had grown up into a beautiful woman, but that wasn't something he could really focus on. His head was swimming as he collapsed onto his bed, and despite falling asleep and time passing by morning he was pretty sure that he felt dead tired.
Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

Excuse me, but I do not need, nor did I ask, for an introduction, Sora replied, albeit coldly, cruelly. I just need to make one thing clear mind your own business. Neither he or I are in denial when it comes to where our relationship stands though, I doubt this qualifies as one. I would greatly appreciate it if you keep your speculations to yourself in the future. Soras gold eyes were glacial as she brushed past the two in order to retreat into the privacy of her room. Hitomi did not hesitate to follow. In denial, are they? Please. It is insulting in of itself! Her feathers obviously ruffled, Sora rolled her shoulders to rid herself of her jacket, which is now nothing more than threads thanks to a certain someone. Hitomi kept quiet, instead helping the girl change into pajamas for the night. It is not her place to say anything. Yes, she knows that Hanakawa Sora and Matsuda Ito were best friends in their younger years but it is not so, not now. It will take time for wounds to heal, for the past to be not forgotten, and not so much forgiven, but in the past, behind them two. Hitomi offered the young woman a small smile before retiring for the evening herself, knowing that tomorrow will be busy in many ways. -------- The sun rose from below the horizon, bathing the world in a beautiful golden glow and of course, Sora could not appreciate it, or spare it a second thought. Yesterday was quite stressful, and because of it, she accidentally overslept. Am I missing anything? Sora asked Hitomi, spinning about the room to see for herself. Navy blue flared out about her thighs, revealing a pair of nice, shapely legs. As to be expected, her white blouse is a bit too tight but then again, it was modified so there is no sleeves. I do not think so! Hitomi replied on a pant, kneeling to help Sora with her shoes. We need to get going, if we want to make it to class on time! Sora dipped her head in a quick nod, using both of her wings to gather her backpack up against her chest. Let us get going, then. Like that, they were off. Breakfast will not be happening today. It is something Sora will regret later on, but oh well. As a Hanakawa, she cannot be late, not because she overslept. It would be like tarnishing the family name. Two minutes before the bell was to ring, Hitomi and Sora hurried in, the former taking up position by the windows, the former collapsing into a seat nearby.
Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

Matsuda walked up to his seat and practically crashed into it. When he sat down it was with a dull thud as he took his assigned seat just behind Sora, in truth he probably should have spared her and sat in front of her the first day, but he had been too shell shocked at just seeing her to think. His eyes were slightly more red, with deep dark bags under them. It looked like he barely got any sleep. It wasn't uncommon for him, he had timed it out at one point that he could survive off three hours of sleep if he really had too. In his state of thinking he had tied the scarf heavily around his mouth, which was good because the yawn that escaped his mouth actually shook the room, anyone wearing the UA skirt was probably not going too like his presence in the room. He shot off a brief apology to the rest of the room, the problem with an emitter quirk you can't turn off was that it was almost always going to bug someone. Why was his quirk always on? He glanced around the room, Emmitter quirks were often defined as the most useful, and sure enough there were plenty of people in the class that looked 'normal'. Mutants like Sora were usually ranked among the strongest Hetero-morphics as they were called were usually defined as always active and thus could build up the most muscle and strength. There were also transformation quirks but those were harder to gauge. Matsuda was pretty heavily in the emmitter catagory, he blinked for a moment you don't see the half n half girl freezing or burning everything she touched, so why was he always blowing things down. Their teacher arrived on scene to speak to them a few moments later. Today we will be doing a bit of training. If you would follow me to site B. As the teacher spoke the walls of the class opened up containing briefcases labled by seat number. You will be needing these, the support company has finished the first prototypes of your costumes, any and all additional improvements will need to be made later on, we will be meeting up in twenty minutes, so please be ready by then. Matsuda almost stumbled as he walked past Masuyo, Taking his briefcase, and heading off to the male changing room to get on his costume and head to where he needed to go.
Thread: MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

A bit of training? Oh no. This cannot end well. Dread chasing away nervous excitement, Sora retrieved her own briefcase with no small amount of reluctance. It is not to say she has no confidence in her own abilities, but if she is to work with someone else it may very well end badly. Her gold eyes sought out the reassuring blue of Hitomis and, not saying a word, went to change. Luckily her own costume is simple in design. Having wings makes fashion impossible, thus she rarely wears anything that has sleeves, nor does she wear skirts often. Masuyo didnt waste any time thinking of flashy spandex to squeeze into, not one bit. Her Quirk is flexible, so she can wear anything she likes. Her older brothers Quirk is the same. It is because of this that she chose to wear something similar to his, only in a different color. Shoto prefers to use Ice over Fire, however she is the opposite in this aspect she prefers Fire. And so, she chose to wear a red jumpsuit instead of blue. Both hands went to work pulling up red and white hair up in a high ponytail. Masuyo looked into the mirror that is just inside her locker door, into blue and brown. It is eerie how alike she and her brother are and yet, very different, too. Once she adjusted things to where it is more comfortable, Masuyo closed her locker, casting a curious glance about. It sounds as though everyone is excited to see what their training entails and yet, is someone missing? A small tilt of her head portrayed her confusion. Oh well. It is none of her business. A shrug rolled through her shoulders, and burying her hands into her pockets, Masuyo left the others to change. It was not until everyone was nearly gone that Sora entered, Hitomi looking about to make absolutely sure they are alone. No one seems to be paying them any attention. Sora chose to stick with a white tank top, with dark blue jeans -her usual. The only difference is that she decided a pair of goggles might be a good idea, in case she has to fly high. Ready to go, Sora hesitated before going out to join the others, though she did not allow her nerves to show. No, only those who know her very well could tell that she is nervous. Hitomi hovered in the back, a silent presence to the training session.