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

You just want a friend? she repeated, incredulous. Is he serious? If he is so desperate for friends, why not introduce himself to the other students in their class? It would be far easier than trying to repair what is already broken. Sora did not hesitate to turn away from him, her shoulders straight. Writing you back would require me to receive a letter first, dont you agree? As to be expected his Quirk is powerful, more so than she remembers. The ball was sent hurtling through the air at an astounding speed and when it finally landed, the reading came back as 803.92 meters. It is the highest so far in their class. As sad as it is to confess hers did not go nearly as far. In fact, it only went so far as 786.84 meters. In other words she may very well be one of the bottom two towards the end of this competition. Her eyes watched him endure a coughing fit, his body curled in on itself while he fought to catch his breath. It used to happen when he was younger, too, but it appears that it is more severe now. Does anyone have a bottle of water? Sora looked to the others, but seeing as how she never even went so far as to introduce herself it would be awkward to speak to them now. As a child, she used to be cheerful, enthusiastic, full of energy but she has grown into a teenager that keeps anything precious close, her thoughts and words often included. Sora twisted to face Hitomi, who so happened to be standing by just in case she needs anything. Take him a bottle of water. Hitomi dipped her head in a respectful nod, already opening the young ladys bag to find one of four she decided to take with them today. A small smile threatened to pull at her lips. I am only doing it because it is what anyone would do, Sora was quick to say, her words cold as ice. I am aspiring to be a hero, after all. I need to look after those that require help in any way. Her shoulders stiff once again, Sora turned away from the scene in order to join the others awaiting to start the next part of this competition to stay in U.A. Both wings rustled, just to fold across her chest somewhat awkwardly. Ito Matsuda? Hitomi knelt next to him, offering the bottle of cold water. Here. Drink this. It should help. Hitomi provided the man with a kind smile, a few threads of gold falling forward from behind a shoulder. It is a good thing Miss Hanakawa decided to bring several this morning. Once the bottle exchanged hands, Hitomi rose up onto her feet, a hand brushing off the dirt that clung to her black slacks. Do not take it personally, she told him next, her words low enough no one else could hear. Miss Hanakawa did not receive any sort of correspondence from you. I believe her father ordered it to be so. Icy blue eyes met his for but a moment before she went to join her charge. Sora did not look at him, not even once. Must I attend U.A.? she did ask Hitomi quietly, though, her words thoughtful. There are other schools that train aspiring heroes. Yes, but U.A. happens to be the best, Hitomi replied, and you know how your father wants only the best for you and from you. Sora fought not to frown, and instead watched as others started the 100 meter dash.