She can’t suppress how badly she jumps when he stands. With wide, terrified eyes, she watches his hand grow nearer––
The squeak she lets out when he grabs the collar of her blazer is beyond mortifying; enough so that she can’t muster any sort of response as she’s dragged out of the faculty office, trying and failing to calm herself. Was she going to be punished? Where exactly were they going?
By the time they made it outside, Kimiko was shaking so badly her teeth were audibly chattering.
“I-I-I’m sorry, I – “ Before she could stammer out the rest of her apology, he was berating her again.
Her breath grew short as she rubbed at the silvery tear tracks on her face. He was probably right; she’d been told as much before on plenty of occasions.
She didn’t notice it, but the ground underneath her feet was slowly hardening, taking on a metallic sheen.
He watches as she tries to muster an apology, realizing a bit too late that she was really and truly crying. Small ... was that silver? Tiny silver tears fall from her pale cheeks, landing gently against the grass. Ryo takes a step back from her, trying to give the near hysterical girl some space.
Speechless, he watches her continue to meltdown - totally unsure of what he should be doing next. He looks around - anywhere but her honestly - and realizes with a jolt that the ground beneath her feet is slowly turning a hard silver.
Ryo’s reaction is swift and immediate, using his own quirk to lift them on a raised dais until she’s only touching a force-field of his own creation. When it slowly begins to turn silver, he merely drops it to the ground and creates another beneath her feet. This way she wasn’t damaging school property unnecessarily.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay. I was a bit harsh, I guess. But you’ve gotta relax, or get a better grip on your quirk. I can’t even explain how dangerous it is to just let it run rampant in alignment with your emotions.”
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