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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Jul 15, 2019 15:43:43 GMT
For the first time ever in his life, Dokumi Mikaku was sitting in what was most commonly known as an Izakaya.
The tables were tiny, at least in his standards as even though they had what was apparently private booth seats it was smaller than any room in any establishment he had ever been in. Small to the point the three young interns could probably touch one another if they stretched their limbs a centimetre too much.
Seeing as all the rooms were like this Mikaku could only assume this a normal set up, and as the others with him hadn’t complained, maybe this was how all cheaper food/drink places were?
It was really exciting actually, he had always wondered what it was like to go to the kinds of places people went if they actually had friends... and now they had new interns at the agency who were no other than his school peers from 3-A, he wanted to try the whole “Go out after work with co-workers.” thing the common people of Japan seemed to do so often.
Usually when he was out with someone it meant a date, and that meant going somewhere far more expensive as he was of course the one paying and it was the norm for the medical corporation heir.
The menu came in the form of a touch pad, or so it seemed and colourful drinks and food were listed on each page.
“Wow~ this is so cool here huh?”
He said brightly, feeling rather genuinely upbeat. Everything was so, so cheap, who knew one could get anything outside of a conbini for 500yen a dish?? Infact probably buying one of everything on the menu still wouldn’t equivalate to just a main dish in the places he was used to in cost, this was super exciting!!
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Jul 17, 2019 2:27:04 GMT
What the hell had he been thinking?
Had he been drugged and forcefully dragged to this location? No, no he had not. Kazume had come... willingly. No, not quite willingly, so much as reluctantly and with much complaining. Though, truthfully, it was confusing and unexpected.. confusing to him that they would have even wanted him to join them in this.. whatever this occasion was. Kaz didn't exactly go out of his way to be friendly with either of them, quite the opposite in fact, he was an ass and he knew it. It was somewhat intentional, of course, an Ichida trait—learn the taste and frequency of loneliness and get used to it, be the cause of it, punish those that test it. So really he had been obviously tricked into this situation.
He wasn't quite regretting it, not yet at least, but he was certainly uncomfortable about it.
And, by god, if his discomfort wasn't fucking palpable.
This sort of establishment wasn't exactly unusual for him. Hell— even this place was considered high-rate to his family. Crammed like fucking sardines into a booth. His shoulder kept touching one or the other, quickly shrugging away like it was he that was being burned by the contact. He wasn't used to discomfort, rather instead he exuded brash confidence to an obnoxious and pressurized level, but when he felt uncomfortable— it was like the entire atmosphere had to mimic his discomfort. The humidity would rise and the heat in the room skyrocketed. And it all came from him. Every fucking ounce of it like a neon sign lit over his head that stated: I am socially awkward... or... I don't know what to do with my hands.
Honestly, he had tried fucking EVERYTHING and still these bastards weren't afraid of him. It was almost a little intimidating in itself.
So, instead, he was forced to look uncomfortable and consider that maybe... just maybe he could try drinking... and having fun?
No. Fuck that.
It made way more sense to look dreadfully uncomfortable or uncomfortably dreadful. Staring down at the table like at any moment he may develop a quirk for heat vision, but alas no lasers would form from his retinas. No, instead, he would be forced to listen to Jon— doe-eyed, band-aid laden, green hair obnoxious in the lighting — prattling on and on and onnn about something that was neither realistic nor practical. And Mika would look ditsy and pretty and delusion-ally rich, violet eyes darting about like he was watching a trashy live drama. He himself had (though he would sooner die than admit it) personally witnessed the kind of place that Mika took his dates. And then he felt the vicious need to tell the bastard that no this is not an amusement park, this is a place where people eat, normal fucking people like him.
And, for some fucked up reason, he almost liked these idiots.
"Yeah. So cool." He grumbled.
Considering the menu, he realized he really needed to drink. Like a lot.
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Jul 19, 2019 7:11:28 GMT
Jon had a laugh that was better suited for outdoors, boisterous in a juvenile way but the slight rasp of their androgynous voice warmed the edges, bringing it down a notch to fill the private room with its affection. The corner of their eyes creased in unadulterated delight as they regaled a fateful happenstance while out on an assignment that had taken them and a few others out of class and into the city. Hands flashed across the table, moving unconsciously to help tell the story that was not as funny as Jon made it out to be. Still they were determined to finish it, eyes bright and grinning.
They bore a homemade finger splint on their left pinky, crisscrossing bright white tape along the joint to keep it immobile, though it was more of a precaution. Jon hadn’t broken it, the lucky fool, but sprained it something awful. For the life of them, they couldn’t remember when and where, only that it hurt like a bitch. At least the bruising and swelling had gone down over the last day. Their right hand, however, sported the usual collection of bandaids. Those Jon remembered each and every one. They’d peeled the one off their jaw prior to arriving, the road rash just about gone with only a faint discoloration that would fade with time. For now it’d look and feel like a bruise.
When Mika had proposed the idea of everyone going out for a night, Jon had jumped at the chance, roping in even the most stubborn of souls. It’d been a tag team effort to get Kaz to come and Jon had nearly yelled in excitement. That was due for a celebration and after a long, texting spree with Alex to figure out what to wear, they’d showed up in quite the outfit. The sleek green shine of the bomber jacket was what originally attracted them to buy it. The deep green had stretched to the sleeves, leaving the body of the jacket black with embroidered sakura blossomed branches trailing down the sleeves. The real showstopper was the large Gashadokuro on the back, it’s skeletal frame too big to be fully encompassed, leaving it stretching across the expanse of the jacket. It’d been paired with a black vintage band t-shirt, a not so subtle hint to their hero name in faded white blazed across the front, a trio of old cassette tapes beneath it. Jon would eventually lose the jacket when they got warm, content to show off their right tattoo sleeve, a growing collection of their favorite fandoms and things. Black slacks and emerald green doc martens finished the look. It was such a rarity they wore them as it required Jon to wear Bijou, their more robust prosthetic that mirrored their real leg, right down to the color of their skin and the scattering of freckles. Bijou made boots fit better and only an in depth observation could tell it apart.
Jon brushed shoulders with their red haired fellow third year, tucking a stray loc over an ear as they picked up the menu that been provided and gave a cursory glance over it. They’d visited their brother the week before and he’d helped retwist a few unruly locs, tightening up their lines and Jon debated if they should have put it up for the evening. It was a rarity for them to wear it down, but it allowed the longer lengths to fall past their shoulder, framing their face in green. They kept their piercings all classic black for a cohesive look and fiddled with the lone snake bite with a brush of their tongue.
Jon was, for lack of a better word, happy. Not exactly a social butterfly, they still hated to be alone. They enjoyed their downtime just like anyone else, but being alone for too long made them feel, well, lonely. They needed the chaos of their home life to feel at ease and a building full of third years helped. But, the intimacy of the group setting had been the right amount, Jon not realizing how empty they were running on socializing. Mika was fun and Kazume was grumpy, the right combo. The resident fire starter’s discomfort was palpable, even to the tone deaf teen. Despite sharing classes, Jon hardly had any real one on one time with Kaz, unless they actively sought him out and even then he proved to be elusive. And Mika was in support, they saw even less of him and it’d been a joy to become an intern at Titan.
“Ice cold,” they replied enthusiastically, determined to enjoy themselves and hopeful the others would also. “I’ve never been here before. Most nights I’m scourging around the common kitchens like the trash panda I am. Or I hit up the local konbini. Man, those fish cakes should be illegal.”
“Hey.” Jon scooted forward, sitting on the edge of the booth and slid their menu in front of the taller teen, as if he wasn’t look at his own. “Whatcha gunna get Kazzy? I’m totally prepared to eat my body weight in sushi tonight.” They studied the menu, their knowledge of Japanese still a little rough but they picked up the kanji they knew and the pictures provided helped.
“I want to get, uh, no,” they trailed off; pointing a chewed nail at a word they couldn’t quite read. “Una… ano… ugh. Mika, what’s this word again?” They tapped under the kanji as if it might conjure up the meaning.
“Anago?” Jon tried again; frown tilting into a faint pout.
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Jul 21, 2019 22:22:36 GMT
It was...a little hot here, wasn’t it?
Looking around, Mikaku found the remote control to the small AC mounted on the wall and turned it on. Kazume looked like he was going to get up and leave at any moment, maybe next time they should attach him to furniture with quirk repressing cuffs.... Hey, he was a support student, they could totally come up with things like that...maybe… well at least the gadget guys probably could…
“Sushi, huh…?”
Well, the good thing was Jon seemed to be as happy as he was to be here, which was great as it would be super awkward if he was the only one hyped, though he still would follow through even if that was the case as that was how Dokumi Mikaku rolled. As a person with his kind of mutation quirk both alcohol and any other drugs were rendered rather useless, but he supposed for the sake of joining in he could drink, it wasn’t like he couldn’t, it was just a waste of alcohol.
“Unagi? Or Anago? I think they might have bo-...hmmm seems they only do Unagi here, but well it almost tastes the same…”
Mikaku replied to the other teen’s question as he looked at the screen.
“What’s a gari gari hiball…?”
He asked looking up with a confused tilt of the head. Maybe he should just order it to find out…
He tapped on some yakitori skewers to order them, they were relatively low calorie right? And what in the world was a soft mein…? It said it was “A school meal staple” but as far as he knew, he had never had such thing in school. But also, he had gone to a private rich boy middle school, which may explain things.
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Jul 22, 2019 18:01:05 GMT
Out of everyone Kazume might have been forced to hang out with, it wasn't necessarily the worst thing in the world that it was Jon and Mikaku. Mostly because at least he understood them, to some degree. Enough to know that they were mostly harmless. Well.... Jon was mostly harmless. He still hadn't quite figured out Mika yet, and something told him the guy wasn't quite as nice as he led everyone to believe. Then again, he himself kept people at a distance because he felt he had to, not necessarily because he wanted to. It was easier, almost natural even.
He was happy when Mika finally turned on the box A/C and even more so that no one stated the obvious that he was uncomfortable and extra toasty because of it. Otherwise, he might have felt the need to get defensive and punch someone. That was too much work, honestly. And then Jon's shoulder strayed against his and he felt himself tense and retract, sighing exasperatedly when he realized there was likely no way to escape some kind of contact, but this was not the time to test himself on contact-based social skills. It also wasn't the time for anyone to bring it up and he wasn't feeling up to lying about his reasoning either.
"Eel," He said simply in response to Mika's words wondering if Jon even knew what Unagi was, or even the difference.
Kazzy. Kazucchi. When had this dynamic started? Cutesy nicknames like he was their friend or something? He didn't protest, despite it, though maybe he should have. With a resigned sigh, he considered the menu. "Yakitori is pretty common so..." He didn't finish his statement so much as shrugged, "And the deep fried chicken is good."
He considered Jon at their 'body weight' statement,"If that's the case then not that much sushi right, green bean?"
Green bean, Mika, pretty boy... Oh god, he had nicknames for them too.
He stared at the menu with an expression mirroring an existential crisis: What in the hell?
It was easier to focus on the questions, there were plenty to distract him from and he wasn't necessarily against answering any of them. It made it easier too since they were focused on the menu. What did people even do in these sorts of occasions? Talk? About what? What did they possibly have to discuss?
"A gaudy drink— shochu cocktail with a popsicle in it." He said in response, he'd never actually gotten one before and wasn't likely to ever care to, but he knew what most of the things on the menu were. He had taught himself to lie, he had taught himself fake it, but for some reason he couldn't quite go about doing that right then. Regardless, he'd just have to put on a face and pretend. That much he could do, right? Smile and seem to enjoy it all. Instead he forced himself to exhale and relax, feeling the temperature drop along with it. Better... Sorta.
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Jul 28, 2019 15:59:11 GMT
They protested the use of the A/C with a disgruntled sound, hunkering further into their jacket and contemplated snuggling up to Kazume. Boy ran hot, physically and metaphorically and Jon could handle both. Probably. At least one until their body decided it was too hot and they’d have to strip. Sometimes they wondered if they were the reincarnation of a white, suburban mom in her fifties. Jon could manage the rest with their usual, insistent, annoying charm. It was a real gift. The teen hummed to the tune that was going round in their head, one part J-Pop song, one part toilet paper commercial and the rest nonsensical notes and slowly rolled their hips from side to side, unconsciously trying to find the beat to the madness. Jon nodded, as if they understood the difference between the two names and smiled reflexively when Kazume clarified. Had they ever had that? It wasn’t really convenience store food and their brother rarely ate out, cooking for the both of them when Jon visited. They missed their mom’s home cooking; a crazy, beautiful blend of cultures. What they wouldn’t give to have tahchin again. Alex made it, but it just wasn’t the same. “Huh,” they said absently before huffing out an amused laugh at themself. “Man, I still think in French.” That made for a rough, first year but Jon was nothing but diligent, if stubborn. “Sounds good, lets get it.” Everything looked and sounded tasty and good thing they brought their appetite. Despite their smaller stature, Jon could pack it away. Especially after a long day of Quirk use, they went after a lot of iron based foods to replenish their loss. “Takoyaki too,” they chimed in after Kazume pointed out the fried chicken. “Wait, do they even have it here? There’s this awesome little stall like right by the school and it’s so unbelievably good. They make their own ponzu sauce. You guys gotta try it.” As if it was impossible to tell, very nearly vibrating out of their seat as they leaned forward again to see the menu, Jon was happy to be here. Happy to be invited and extremely happy Kazume had come, the little social outcast butterfly that he was. Jon needed this, the stimuli, the companionship; they thrived so much better surrounded by people. And they were definitely going to get a selfie of the three of them by the end of the night. Jon scoffed at the slight, increasing the magnitude of their pout until their nose wrinkled. They’d been working outside the last few days, highlighting the normally subdued scatter of freckles across their cheeks. “Excuse you,” they returned crisply, unable to hide the budding grin, ruining any attempt at being serious. “You are within kicking distance Kazzamatazz, even with my short baby legs.” They punctuated their loose threat with a tap of their sneaker and a quick wink before resting their chin on their open hand. Jon gave a very precise shrug and answered with a straight face. “Don’t ask me, I’m the straight A student who doesn’t drink or smoke on the rooftop like a cool kid. But you should totally get it. And sake too, yeah? That’s totally a proper drink to have to commemorate this momentous occasion.”Jon paused for all of three second before adding, "Haha, jay kay, there's nothing straight about me."
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Jul 30, 2019 22:19:38 GMT
“...if you like, feel free to speak French instead~ I can understand to an extent~♥”
Mikaku replied as he tapped on random things that sounded interesting.
“Hu~h sounds fun.”
That went on the order, mainly as he didn’t know what this drink was so may as well study it. He also tapped the karaage as the other male suggested it.
“Anything else for you guys? What do you wanna drink, Jonny~? What about you, Kazucchi?”
The white haired teen asked, order tablet in hand. Wow, they legit seemed like normal people like this, this was so exciting! Well, maybe the other two were pretty normal human beings compared to him, but to him this kind of thing was new and actually welcome. Getting to know one’s co-workers, especially the ones around your age was a good thing, right, right?
Mikaku couldn’t help but snort a little laughter when Jon mentioned the smoking and drinking part. Someone was busted… seeing as that was how he had met Kazume in the first place, he supposed it was an unspoken norm for 3-A to find the redhead up there or something. Kazume had acted like nothing out of the norm had happened between them, and Mikaku acted the same, and to be honest he was glad. There was that phrase that one should not get involved with their co-workers, but in his defence he didn’t know the other was going to join the agency he was in. Not that it would have really stopped him. That rule was written by someone who couldn’t draw lines and boundaries well enough, clearly.
And neither of them were going to mess up like that, they both knew the deal.
“Well, you know, due to my fortunate/unfortunate body, these kinds of things literally are just… the same as water but well I don’t hate the smell of shochu!”
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Jul 31, 2019 23:29:50 GMT
As much as he hated to admit it, these two... weren't terrible. Completely. He felt like he was in a time loop having to consider whether or not he was having a good time, if he was bothered by the others he was with, or if he should just get up and leave. No, this was survivable. Though there was the added awkwardness of having to deal with Mikaku after.. that, but thankfully the other boy hadn't brought anything up. The thought was still shameful at best, he almost couldn't believe he had been like that.
"No, no French." Kazume complained with a grumble. He could speak German, Japanese, and English; French was not one of those languages. Though.... maybe if they spoke in another language he wouldn't be obligated to reply. That actually didn't sound too bad.
"Whiskey highball," He said with a shrug after considering the menu. It did occur to him that he was the only one there that actually knew what anything was on the menu, and the only one capable of offering accurate information. He knew how much everything costed. He knew that anago and unagi was not the same (partially due to the type of eel) but mostly because one was more expensive than the other. It frustrated him still that the kind of food Mika ate on a daily basis was worth 4x time the food he ate in an entire week. He'd had to work for every bit of it, but hopefully one day that wouldn't have to be the case.
He paused to consider the shortest of the trio. Jon looked like they were preparing to take off with the amount of energy contained within their small body. Kazume regarded them with a side glance, eyebrow quirking upwards."At that distance and range, the strike would likely feel like a kicking toddler." He said with a snort. "Did you not eat your vegetables when you were young or something?"
For a moment he thought that Jon's comment was an attack on himself... because he pretty much summarized him. There had been quite a few times he had heard the other 3-A student in his haunt or coming up to the rooftop in which he'd had to make a rather daring escape to keep from being either caught or forced to socialize. The rooftop turned out to not be all that safe of a place to hide away as he had initially hoped. "Have you actually made a good grade before?" Kaz retorted in his usual grumpy fashion, snorting though despite himself at Jon's "straight" joke. All fine and dandy until Mika's eyes fixed to his and he regarded the menu with a level of intensity that it did not deserve, but it was not due to anger (confusingly). "What momentus occasion?" He asked Jon absentmindedly, there really was nothing special about this, right? They were there for a night to drink and act awkward before going on with their lives, likely never thinking about the other ever again. Oh god... were some of his feelings bleeding into other thoughts now?
"If your family isn't here, why are you?" He asked Jon, probably a little unexpectedly and abruptly and, truthfully, he's not sure why he even asked. It probably sounded.... less than elegant. He could shape his words and personality by choice depending on the situation but it wasn't always natural. So 80% of the time he came off as a jackass though there was rarely any actual intention behind it.
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Aug 4, 2019 15:32:35 GMT
Their gaze lit up at the suggestion of using their birth language, the soft grey taking on a silver edge usually reserved by their Quirk’s use and their mouth pursed slightly at the offer. “Oh yeah? Like how much? ‘Cuz boy, let me tell you, if you think I talk fast before.” Jon cackled deviously. “I don’t have to stop and translate everything in the ol’ noggin’.” They closed their eyes briefly, “You don’t speak French, Kazzy?” and cracked an eye open to watch the fellow third year. If he didn’t, he’d at least catch their nickname for him.
“Aww, fine, don’t want to keep you outta the loop, Cinder. Though I gotta say, the chicks really dig it at school. Guys too. I could teach you a few phrases, catch them fly honey’s yo. What about English? Don’t really get much of a chance to use it, except to annoy my brah.”
They leaned forward a third time to see Mika add their suggestions to the menu and muttered a nearly silent yes under their breath. “A Matcha Hai, please. Sounds pretty straight forward and delicious and I am all about that.” Shochu and green tea were pretty good on their own, together it had to be, some sort of good combo.
“Ugh,” Jon gave a show of rolling their eyes. “What are you, my mom? Puh-lease, veggies are overrated, it’s all about meat and taters, son. And a handful of vitamins as a chaser.” Okay, that didn’t need to sound quite so bitter at the end. “Chug it with an energy drink and you can smell colors within the hour. Not that I know from experience.”
“You ever been hit by a toddler, dude? They’re blood thirsty and completely remorseless. I know, I was one once. So I’d rethink your snide heightism or is the air too thin that high up there, golly red giant.” Kazume wasn’t abnormally tall, in fact he seemed to be around the same height as their brother, maybe even a smidge taller and Jon had spent their whole life with a neck ache looking up at people, so the difference was really a moot point.
Spurned on by the quick laugh, Jon hitched their shoulders, making an ‘I dunno’ sound as they fiddled with one of the rare rings they wore. A length of smooth chain inset in a black band, made for fidgeting and they absently spun it. “Probably like one of the art classes? My maman bozorg used to say I was a good artist.” The Persian word seamlessly slipped in, despite it not being a language they knew well. “She even put my work on the fridge and everything. It’s okay to be a little jealous.”
“This!” Jon gestured around the table, missing the moment between the other two. “This momentous occasion. Us. We’re graduating this year, we’re gonna be Titans, heroes man.” Jon clapped a hand on the table, nudging Kazume with a not so careful elbow. “Too bad Dragonball couldn’t be here, but he’s with us in spirit. The fact that we are willingly in one place that isn’t school or the agency counts too.”
Jon hummed, letting the single note drone on a moment longer then necessary as their gaze drifted unconsciously away the duo. If they were bothered by the straightforward question, they didn’t show it. “I got Lexi. My brother,” they clarified. “Papa,” Jon cleared their throat, glossing over the slip up, “my folks ain’t the traveling type. They’re gettin’ up there in age, the old man refuses to retire even though he’s like eighty or something.” Eighty-two next month, they unconsciously thought, knowing they’d have to finish up their present shopping by the end of the week in order to send it off in time.
“I don’t come from hero stock,” Jon gave a quiet laugh. “We’re more brains than brawn, mechanics and scientists, doctors on my dad’s side. I’m the odd one in the fambam. You ever hear of Lafayette Garage? Probs not, it’s not as big as it is in Europe. Bit of a oversaturation here in Japan. My bro runs it, total grease monkey. He inherited our dad’s Quirk, like uhhh.” Jon gestured uselessly with their hands, twisting their fingers as miming to hold something. “knowing the schematics of anything techy when he touches it. Knowing what’s what and where it goes and what’s wrong with it. That sort of thing.”
“Wait, what did you ask me again? I got sidetracked. Right,” Jon continued without giving room for anyone to actually interject. “Thought I wanted to follow the family business and then I didn’t.” They gave a loose shrug. “Got kicked out of a few schools when I was younger and UA was sorta my last chance. And here I am three years later, no one more surprised than me.”
“Mika, no, say it ain’t so?” Jon clutched at their heart dramatically. “Pour one out fo my homie, metaphorically. Physically, I’m going to drink it in your honor. But uh,” Jon leaned to the side as if looking for anyone that might be nearby before shifting conspiratorially toward the others, voice uncharacteristically low. “not to be the voice of reason here.” They sent a harmless warning look sideways, “Shut it Kazzy. They’re not gonna card us here or anything? Cause, I left my fake ID at home.”
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Aug 7, 2019 19:35:29 GMT
“Enough to understand that, I suppose. Sounds nice, I suppose I am alright at languages but not exactly the best…. Enough just to be excusable for business, hahaha~”
Mikaku’s French was unmistakably Japanese accented, but not impossible to understand either. Well, that was what happened when you had rich parents who could hire the best tutors.
“English is ok too. Though the other week got asked by a cute little wind goddess in 1-A if I can speak German...that I can’t do...not sure I even have enough brainspace for any more languages…”
The support student tapped on the screen to add the drinks he was told with a nod, adding the additional orders from Jon also.A faint smile played on his lips as he listened to the exchange between Jon and Kazume, thinking about it he never really hung around with other people in groups of more than 2 before in such an informal setting. Wow, this was what it must feel like to hang out with friends, huh? It was a nice feeling. Violet eyes glanced up to look at the redhead who was shooting another sharp comment back at Jon when their eyes met, and Mikaku held their gaze for a moment before he gave the other a smile, it widening as he saw Kazume look away and suddenly very invested in the menu.
Awww, how cute.
“Yeahhhh…. About that…”
Mikaku chuckled when Jon mentioned graduating. God, was he even going to be able to graduate? He had so many assignments that he had uh...not done yet. He had made ONE thing noteworthy so far, and he had to at least make one or two more.
“Mannn~ I wonder if I’d get killed if I retook a year…”
He sighed, stretching out his arms upward not to hit people in the face.
“But yeah it’s great, we should hang out more often. I’ll blackm-tell Ryuutan to come out next time, but right now he got family stuff so…”
He understood, at least in theory why Ryuusei wanted to be alone right now. But also seeing as it wasn’t like he was anywhere near his family, he personally thought he should get out more. Maybe it would pull him out of that really weird rut he was in recently…
“Oh oh!! We can go karaoke next time~!”
It was another thing Mikaku had never gone to with friends. It was something highschoolers did a lot, right?
“Hu~h, I see~ Well I guess IF I manage to actually...uh… graduate I’d be the first hero in our family too…”
It was all part of the large life plan he had written up for him by his parents, it would look good to the public for the heir of Dokumi Medicals to be an active pro hero.
“Think it should be fine, I’ve never been IDed ever…”
He tapped the send button as he said so, giving the green haired student a shrug. Well, the places he hung out in regularly would take one look at him and simply pretend they didn’t know who he was, it suited him that way. Probably been paid by his father’s “PR disaster prevention team” but well, whatever worked~!
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Aug 14, 2019 1:03:54 GMT
"No, not really at least, jackass." Kazume responded in crisp, somewhat brusque German. If only because they were being linguistic douches and he decided to join in before rolling his eyes. He didn't like German regardless, it reminded him too much of his mother which was about as desirable as imagining the texture of roadkill on the streets or the aftermath of a natural disaster. Hollow and empty and godless. He immediately focused on whatever was an excusable distraction in the enclosed space.
Jon had the sort of energy he just liked to combat naturally, if only because the other never once backed down and that was something Kaz strangely valued in the pint-sized bastard. "I don't think any lessons from you would improve anyone's chances to catch 'fly honey's'. And I think my chances are mildly higher than your's, pipsqueak."
Kazume had once heard that he was like a lawn mower. You either get out of the way or get cut down. His determination was ruthless and he was nothing if not cruel during times of high stress exam times. Though he liked to play it off like it didn't matter to him what grade he got in the end, but heaven forbid if his name wasn't at the top of the boards by the end. It was, incidentally, a matter of pride and competence. He didn't have much, but he had that to prove his own worth. So it often felt like a sensitive thing to discuss. "If you did your work you wouldn't have any issues."
Karaoke. He leaned into the table, hands pressed to the curve of his eyes, wondering what in the hell had he gotten himself into. He was not fucking singing karaoke even if he was paid to do, even if it would save his life. No fucking way. Thankfully and rather unexpectedly, Jon saved the moment talking about his family. It felt like a nice distraction, at one time Kaz would have felt jealous hearing another discuss their family, and in a way he craved the sensation, but he no longer felt bitter about it (not entirely at least). They had made Jon who they were. The same way Kaz's family had made him who he was (angry and alone but resilient). "Why aren't you with your family..?" He added, correcting the other's lacking train of thought.
"When you graduate.." Kazume grumbled, referring to both of these idiots, not so much being motivating as much as: you're not a fucking idiot so quit acting like one.
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Aug 18, 2019 15:34:37 GMT
Delighted at Mika’s French, Jon was equally charmed at his accent tinting the comforting language. No doubt their own cadence wasn’t as endearing, struggling through their first year with heavily accented Japanese interspersed with English when they couldn’t find the right word. “ Better than an abysmal grasp like my Japanese was. Is. Sort of. I like to think I’m a little better than I was on my first day. I like yours a lot. It’s cute.” There was a minute pause before Jon continued and if there was a difference in speed, they didn’t seem bothered by it. “English is, er, a pretty decent language, don’t get me wrong, it’s good to know, but yikes. It’s a patchwork mess of other languages it beat up in an alley and stole from.” Eyebrows lofted in surprise at the quick German before their glee swiveled back in succession. “Kaaaaaz,” they drew his name out in a light sing songy tone. “You gotta teach me all the curse words. Could never really buckle down on German. English sorta ate away what few brain cells I got pinging around the brainpan. I’m still trying to learn Japanese sign language but,” they sighed, flexing their small hands as a kitten would to knead. Jon signed slowly along with the words, some smooth and fluid while the rest came out haltingly. “Think I’ve forgotten why I was learning it in the first place.” The next movement of their hand, itching below their eye with a middle finger was most definitely not sign language but universal all the same. “Yeah, all right, smooth operator. Tell me who’s currently dating here at the table, raise of hands?” Jon gave a waggle of fingers in the air. “What about you Healer-chan, you got a boo on the side?” Ryuusei or Dragonball as they’d gotten used to, outside of the few shared classes he was even more sparse than usual and Jon couldn’t blame him. Cancer was a bitch, something they knew too fondly of. Fu was a sweet kid and they meant to see her as so many had but the thought of entering a hospital under their own freewill kept them away. Plus, technically they didn’t really know each other, it was more seeing the first year out of regard for their fellow hero. Besides, what exactly could they say to excuse themselves being there. Hey, I had cancer too, fancy that. It wasn’t exactly something to bond over.
“Studying’s haaard.” Jon stretched their arms out across the table and pressed their forehead to the counter, thick green locs flouncing wherever they felt, regardless of what was in the way. “I keep trying to get help but it’s fallen through twice already. People get busy, I get it, but man, no loyalty.” The teen snapped upright, hands pressed to the table, the intense look of realization a fearful response. “We should do a study grou- Karaoke?!” Jon’s attention shifted at breakneck speed. “Oh hell yeah, we totally gotta do that. Like, that is an everybody event. I desperately need to see Dragonball rap battle against anyone. I could teach you guys some French songs, bond over some Lady Gaga and Iron Maiden. It’d be perfect.” “Congrats, dude.” They served up another big grin at Mika. “lets do a toast when we get our drinks. To school and work and stuff. We’ll fancy that bitch up when we get to it.” They bumped shoulders again with Kaz. “What about you, Al’Kazatraz? Any heroes in your fam? Oh! Are we all first timers? That would be awesome.” Dropping their head a fraction, Jon picked at the edge of their thumb, pulling at a piece of skin and their smile was brief and distracted. “Cause, I wanna prove I can do this on my own. Got told by teachers and uh, some friends, I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t do a lot of things. So, you know.” Jon gave a light clap of their hands and stared at the far wall. “Handled it the Lafayette way.” They paused half a second. “Said fuck you, yes I can. Then I got suspended. Apparently you can’t say that to your sixth grade teacher’s face.” “Easy for you to say Mikastone, you’re not cursed with baby face.” Pressing their hands to their face, Jon squished their cheeks and squinted, distorting an attempt to frown. They turned that look to Kazume, blinking owlishly. “Aww, you care about your totally awesome and cool friends.” |
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Aug 27, 2019 23:15:55 GMT
“Hahaha your Japanese isn’t bad at all! And you think so? No one has told me it’s cute before, thank~”
Mikaku smiled back at the other. When Kazume started speaking German, it finally made sense. Oh, so he was half German, or something like that. He didn’t look fully Japanese, so it made sense. Not that he looked fully Japanese either, mind you, but he was. Apparently. Maybe it was something to do with his quirk, who knows?
“Oh, yeah, I do know Japanese and English sign language but well...that’s cos of my day job…”
The next was a typical subject, though one that sort of...was a minefield, really, at least for Mikaku.
“Me~? Everyone is so cute and wonderful, how could I ever choose just one person?”
He laughed it off with a wave of the hand. He 100% wasn’t sitting right opposite someone he may or may not have gotten sort of, kind of involved with recently and so close to them right now that they would be playing accidental footsie if he moved even an inch, nope.
“Annnnd I don’t think…dating is for me. Hehe♡ But no, no, what about you, Jonny? Tell me~!”
Divert the subject.
The best thing to do in this situation, trust him on this, Mikaku was a pro at dodging questions. At the mention of being taught to study, a rather devious smirk played on the young medic’s lips.
“You should ask Kazzuchi~ He’s always top 5 for all the general subjects~”
He suggested with a wink.It was why Mikaku knew the guy’s name when he first met him, actually. He had noticed the guy’s name so many times through the years he took a mild mental note of the guy’s face and name, just one of those things the support student did.
“Sooooo karaoke and a study session, confirmed, huh? Yeah, I’ll talk to Ryuutan too!”
The third year announced as if it was decided and agreed by all parties as the drinks arrived and the first couple of dishes.
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Sept 11, 2019 15:17:37 GMT
Kazume imagined this would all become easier with alcohol, usually things did. He had no idea how Mika survived without being able to take advantage of nature's natural chill pill. It certainly helped him deal with his less appealing personality traits, also with his stress and anxiety. Though he hated relying on it, felt like it was just another indication that he was just like his parents. So willing to swallow whatever they could get their hands on just to make the world less loud, like cowards. In the end, however, he supposed it make him easier to deal with for other people. He knew he was not an easy person to get along with.
"Scheiße. Schei-sse." He muttered at the other with a smirk, always willing to entrust some much needed swear language to other interested individuals. He frowned then, focusing on whatever the hell Jon was doing with his hands. Just another 'Jon' thing likely. Japanese sign language?
Dating as if he had time for that. It was fascinating though, watching Mika squirm like he had been set upon by fire-ants. Even if it did have its own adverse way of making him uncomfortable, considering... "I don't have the personality for dating. And Perv? As if. He's too busy fishing to know if he has one on the line." He played it off coolly with an added snort.
"I just actually do my homework, on time." Not necessarily true, he did put quite a bit of effort into some things though he was endowed with a decent brain to make it through general subjects. It was more of the focus on subjects like his quirk and hero work that was... well a challenge for him. "I'll help you." He said with a shrug but then immediately regretted it, "I'm not doing karaoke though. Fuck that."
Then of course the mentioning of family came up, like an irritating bug that refused to stay dead. It was only fair considering he'd asked Jon plenty of questions about his family, of course the only 3-A student would only naturally redirect eventually. The response was supposed to be shrug-worthy, simple. He had planned it well enough, pretend like his parents were doctors or lawyers or something normal and boring. The response that slivered out was a forced, blatantly uncomfortable, "No." Why was it so hard? It wasn't like his parents were villains or anything. They were just neglectful, rotten shits that were polluting a hole in a ground somewhere. "No heroes." He said simpler this time, shrugging. Despite his abrasive nature, he could play pretend. He could lie through his teeth nearly as well as Mika could. Though he wasn't nearly as good at lying to himself as the support student was.
"Sounds like they deserved it then, no one has any right to tell someone they aren't good enough to do something.." He said honestly at that, rolling his eyes as Jon decided to point out that he didn't completely dislike these idiots. "You're delusional."
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Sept 18, 2019 17:56:44 GMT
“No?” Jon raised an eyebrow at that. “They should, plus you’re adorable and smoking hot on top of it. That’s quite a feat, because you’re either hot or cute. Pick one,” they raised one hand, “or the other.” Followed by the other, shifting them as if they were weighing two options. “Guess your deity of choice had you picked from the start. All up in her mixing pot of life, like let me do both. Don’t you think Kaz?” They not so subtly shoved their friend into the conversation before continuing on.
“I learned for my pops.” Jon said, tapping a finger just under their left ear above the small gaming port tattoo. It was an obscure shape, unidentifiable unless one knew exactly what it was. “He was born partially deaf and old age and loud mechanics took away the rest. Never slowed him down.” They added, an easy note of pride to their smile. “Not a lot of people speak French here, so French sign language is kinda moot. I should try and learn ASL but I’m like at sixty-nine percent at my mental capacity for more languages. Don’t know how you do it, Constable Fraser.”
Kaz had their rapt attention, mouthing along with the foreign curse before repeating it with the utmost confidence. “I’ve actually heard that one before, it’s a personal fave. Top five at least. Merde.” They nodded enthusiastically, grinning. “Means the same. So many uses, I love it. Aren’t we all just a ragtag, multicultural gang of misfits.”
“Do you want to learn Kazzy?” Lofting their hands, they wiggled fingers at their friend as if trying to conjure up a spooky spell. “I can teach you, also really good for swears, some are pretty universal. Could also use it out in the field as an advantage, but I like swearing better.” Who didn’t appreciate the finesse of being able to curse in several languages.
“Aww, don’t beat yourself up Kaz my man. You’re just unique and special in your own way.” Jon couldn’t help themselves to tease the red head, it was too easy not to, despite the dangerous waters they were treading. “If you want someone in your life, it’ll be like a moth to a flame. A little sizzle, a sparkle and woosh, you can catch anyone, hook, line and sinker.”
“Perv, is it? Sounds like you know an awful lot more than I do.” That was as far as they were going to push, reeling it back in lest their jacket star smoking from their close proximity. They still cheekily waggled their eyebrows at them both.
A faint narrowing of their eyes was their only inclination of being tossed a ruse as Mika expertly turned the conversation back to them. They’d play along and leaned a cheek against their fist, resting their elbow on the table. “Who aren’t I dating.” They stated offhandedly and scrunched their nose.
“Nothing serious if you want the hot gosp. I don’t really kiss and tell but I’m not Pretty Woman-ing it up in here. Kaana from 3-H, I think she’s support, or business, I dunno, we don’t really talk school stuff during our study sessions. And uh, Nori!” Jon clapped their hand on the table. “Nori, gads, I almost forgot his name. You know the cutie with the glasses from accounting. Built like a mountain.”
“Whoa, yeah? You’ll help me? No take backs.” Jon held out a closed fist, little finger extended toward Kazume. “Gotta pinky promise because legit, I cannot take another study betrayal. I don’t think my gen ed grades can take it.” They sighed. “You can beat a villain seven different ways with a spoon, but if you can’t freakin’ get your math off, then you’re effed. When am I ever gonna use Trig to take down a bad guy? Hold on, lemme just pull up the Pythagorean theorem real quick.”
“I’m totally gonna get you into karaoke, Kazaam. Bet you can put the king of rock to shame with your vocals. Don’t you think so, Mika?” They were definitely pushing it again. “At least tag along to boo me appropriately.”
The single no felt off, flat and… and Jon shifted their gaze, cutting to his briefly. Something they were missing in the carefully crafted answer. With a loud exhale, they straightened and shimmied out of their jacket, leaving it in their lap. The short sleeved shirt did nothing to hide their unfinished right sleeve of colorful tattoos, nor the healing bruise on their left bicep.
“Good,” Jon said after a moment of reflective silence. “Then you can be the first and be the absolute envy of all. I mean top five is nothing to scoff at bro.” That little detail Mika had tucked into the conversation hadn’t gone unnoticed. “If you weren’t already a Titan, you’d be getting offers left and right, heroes fallin’ at your feet.”
“Probably.” Tipping their head, they stopped just shy of resting it on Kaz’s shoulder. “You’ve known this for the last three years, lightning bug, don’t act surprised.” Genuine affection layered their lowered voice. “But, thanks man, that means a lot. Hey booze!”
Typical of their sporadic attention, Jon scrambled to sit up straight again as food was set down, their drink following and they made an appreciative sound at the green drink that matched the brightness of their hair. True to Mika’s word, no one asked for IDs and Jon giddily savored their good luck.
“Wait,” Jon throw out a hand to stave off any early drinking, waving it with flair. “We gotta toast. Anybody have any good ones?”
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