The sounds of a fight would naturally draw in anyone aiming to become a Hero, Kanna being no exception to that. At the noise and shouts, the redhead immediately found herself alarmed, her feet carrying her towards its source almost instinctively. With the sudden villain outbreak and all the events which had been including the first years, she had every reason to be worried after all.
However, by the time she arrived, the fight seemed to have already reached it’s conclusion. Kanna caught a glimpse of two figures slinking away around the far-off corner, leaving only one single boy behind. The young woman didn’t recognize him, but she certainly did his uniform, identifying him as another U.A. student. And from what she could see, he was injured - nothing grave as far as she could tell at first glance, but certainly enough as though she was just going to brush it off.
❝Ah- hey! What happened? Are you okay?❞
Picking up her pace, she hurried to the other students side, deciding that checking up on him was more important than attempting to stop the retreating strangers. Since the young man wasn’t making any attempts to do so himself, Kanna assumed that they had been dealt with.
❝If you let me see those injuries, I can try to fix them…!❞
He’s focused on the steady throbbing in his right hand, watching morosely as blood drips down from his scraped knuckles and falls onto the dirty concrete - shit, he might’ve broke something. It wasn’t unlike Jun to get in scuffles with losers and wannabe villains, but it was uncommon for him to get a legitimate injury beyond a busted lip or black eye. He doubted his hand was actually broken, but it sure felt like it.
“Huh?” He jumps at the sudden voice behind him, whirling to face a girl about his age, “Ahh... Just some punks trying to mug me.”
Using his left hand, Jun brushes self-conciously at his now dirty school uniform. Sure, the girl looked his age - but she could very well be a pro on patrol; and Jun very much remembers his counselor’s last warning about his behavior.
“W-What?” Jun flinches unconsciously when she moves closer, trying to play it off as if he’d stumbled, injured hand coming between them reflexively. “I’m fine! Seriously!”
