Starter called by @raindropsxroses
It wasn’t often Kirishima wandered into the general department. He didn’t really hade reason too, though it’d make him frown to think about it. He wasn’t looking down at them, but it could look like that from the outside, and he disliked that fact.
He barely even knew their faces or names. And ‘barely’ was an understatement.
Today though, he was playing postman. Aizawa had caught him before he left the classroom, and his ‘friends’ let Kirishima behind to deal with whatever their teacher wanted… And it was, giving paper to the teachers of the general department. Fine, Kirishima could do that.
But after walking around for a moment, he realised that he also didn’t know how this department worked, or where the different rooms were.
Why wasn’t it like the hero department ?
Looking around for the teacher room, Kirishima was ironically not watching where he was walking exactly, too focused on his goal.
It was only a matter of time before he bumped into someone.
“Oof ?!”
Kirishima swayed from his collision with - whoever that was, and his papers flew around. He had released them under the surprise.
“Oh no, shit- Wait are you ok ? Sorry I wasn’t watching… The papers ! I need to get them back !”
The girl he just bumped into was probably witnessing a funny scenary, Kirishima somehow trying to both apology and check on the girl and catch the papers flying around.
Sometimes she almost forgot that she attended a high school with one of the best hero programs in all of Japan. Almost. Having an older sister who was in the program made it hard to forget it, that and it seemed to be all some classmates talked about. It was a bit a of a sore subject for Aimi, having a quirk that could harm others rather than help basically solidified Aimi entering into U.A. as a general student.
Aimi sat at her desk watching her classmates, after spending all this time with them she only really spoke to a few of them.
“Unotani, no club activities after school today?” One of her classmates asked her as they packing their bag to leave for the day.
“Ah, no, club activities are on a bit of a hiatus for now. Sadly we can’t meet unless we’re all able to meet since we’re technically a small club.” She spoke with a small shy smile, deciding now was best to pack her own things up. Honestly she was just wasting time.
Standing up as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Nothing to do but go home and do homework she guessed. Securing the gloves on her hands as she walked out of her classroom, she wasn’t expecting to collide right into someone else.
Aimi staggered backwards, luckily not falling back right onto her ass. Dozens of papers suddenly went flying in the air, falling slowly as the male began to speak. It took a moment for Aimi to really see him, struggling to grab the papers while also trying to apologize and make sure she was okay. Wasn’t he from the Hero Course in her year?
“Ah...” She opened her mouth to say something, but barely a sound came out. Inside, the shy timid girl began helping him pick up the papers that were now settling on the ground, careful not to make contact with him. True her gloves prevented her quirk from working on those around her, but she couldn’t be too careful.
“I-it’s okay. I-I wa-wasn’t watching where I w-w-was going ei-ei-either.” she spoke with a stutter, holding them out to him.
