[COMPLETE] Clap Along! [Raphael and Futaba]

"Turn left here... past the tuck shop and...we should be...here?"

Raphael finally looked up from the notes he had written to get to the cafeteria and sighed in relief when he saw he had managed to reach his intended destination before lunch break was over. The school was huge- an understatement really, compared to the small middle school he attended in Gunma that consisted only of 10 classrooms and a small cafeteria and gym, U.A was easily 10 times the size, and that wasn't including the outdoor and separate building facilities.

Joining the line for food, he saw that there was so many different kinds of food available, he almost had no idea what to get. For Raphael, food wasn't something he really had any opinion on, as long as it was balanced to support his training, anything would do. With that in mind, he picked out some things, pointing at them and the lunch lady plated them up. He took the plate with a smile and small bow, thanking her before paying for it on his pass that seemed to double up as a prepaid card (another useful piece of technology he didn't have in his middle school) and looked around for somewhere to sit. The lunch hall was starting to get pretty busy as the students were entering in waves and the blonde spotted two spare seats next to a tall blonde boy he was pretty sure was in his class, the one with the sparkly bright orange aura... Satou-san? Wasn't that his name? He walked over to the table.

"U-um...Hello, Satou-san is this seat free? May I sit here? Would that...be alright?"

He asked, bowing lightly with a bob of his head at the other boy. He hoped he wasn't disturbing the teen, he knew some people wanted their personal space and he wouldn't like to be that guy who was intruding.

Fu nervously looked at her feet before she carefully sat down. She remembered that the other boy was very loud and energetic. Last person she met like that bullied her in the past. It was not a very pleasant time in her life. She was going to raise her guard for a little while. Even when he rapid fired questions, she was not going to humor him right away. When the other boy started talking, she turned her attention to him for a while. He seemed very pleasant to be around. Raphael seemed to be commenting and adding his thoughts to what the other guy was saying. Deciding that probably was not the best strategy for her, she waited for the boy to finish. Luckily, Raphael gave her a life line to join the conversation.

"Himura-san... have we met before? Maybe I'm wrong but...are you from a pro hero family?"

Looking at Raphael, she tried to remember him. He seems familiar but in a distant way. Way back when Fu's parents were active in the south for a year or so. When they were still invited to pro hero parties.

"Err, maybe? I remember going to parties with my parents. They were more active in Hokkaido so most hero rankings paid little attention to them." Fu shrugged a bit, before bowing her head to Raphael.

"I-I'm still very happy to m-meet you, Seraphine-san." Pausing, Fu ate some of the noddles that she took for lunch.

"I'm from Otaru. My older brother goes here, but you guys know that. It's a bit of a hike getting here. I'm kinda dreading school. Haven't had a good experience."

"Ah I thought so, I recognised your surname from somewhere... and such a close brother and sister duo, it was memorable."

Raphael smiled softly. He had been trained to remember names and faces since he was young, as it was vital for any hero, his father had always said, just it was a little harder when someone grew up a good 11 years...

"Me? O-oh yes, my parents were pro heroes."

The blonde nodded at Daiki. There was no point really hiding it now, there was nothing to be ashamed of...unless he made a huge idiot out of himself in the days to come at U.A.

"My parents went by the hero names The Seraph and Golden Angel. Hmm...I had been living with my mother for a while in Gunma so I actually lived pretty normally and went to a regular middle school..."

His mother had struggled to obtain what was considered a "normal" life for her son, she was very much against the strict, predetermined life her husband had in mind for their only child. After many fights, his father somewhat gave in, agreeing as long as Raphael had his weekly quirk and hero behavior training classes in the weekends, he was allowed to attend a regular middle school. His parents had not lived together since he was small, but this wasn't public knowledge and he was aware it was never meant to be. Another small secret in the pile that built up his picture perfect, press friendly backstory that he was well rehearsed in showing to others. He knew his mother didn't want him to be a hero, she had made that clear if nothing else. But what other path did he really have now he was alone?

"But...if you have been blessed with a quirk that could help others...then I suppose it is only natural you would want to produce more people who can do the same..."

It was the theory he had been schooled all his life and it was the one he naturally believed. It was a duty, being born a Seraphine to use his quirk and everything he was and serve the world. To have the chance was an honor and, with the mix of both his parent's quirks that he had inherited to his knowledge, he really did owe it to the world to do everything he could. He knew what the common opinion on quirk marriages were, and even he wasn't naive enough to not realise what he was the clear product of- a well arranged quirk marriage and even more fortunate quirk lottery. And that was something he could never say and would have to deny if accused of it to protect the family name, but it was a truth he would have to live with.

"...I am glad to have been able to be born where I have, so I have the chance to do what I must. I...I hope to be able to at least be able to say I am their son without shame, one day."

Daiki having practically finished his lunch opted to just listen and respond to them in a much more civil manner. He'd take his napkin, dabbing anything from his face if there had even been anything in the first place. Rolling the small bit of material into a ball, he dropped it in the disposable tray that once carried his lunch too. He would look up towards Raphael, responding to him first. "If I were to give my opinion on that matter, heroics should never be an expectation on either side. My ideal Hero is somebody that can take the weight for everybody, y'know? Sharing it sounds good when you hear things like sharing is caring in school, but I know I'm fortunate to have overcome my problems already, a lot of people hurt day in and out. When I'm a Hero, I want to be a Hero that other Heroes can lean on. I don't want my kids to have to be a Hero because I'll be one. You know what I mean? It's not like I live forever, so that's why UA's here, as an option for people who want to be next. Right now that's us, in a decade it'll be others- and all in between, of course.

I don't know. Just... Even some of our teachers and the Pro Heroes out there have gripping issues in their life that may not come to light because of the work they have to do, but it hurts them. I'd want to be their support to, I guess. That's how I see Heroics." He would rub the back of his neck, closing up the disposable lunch box entirely to slide off to the side in one relatively speaking, neat package. He looked towards Fu. "I'm sorry to hear that you think that, and I don't want to say your opinion is wrong, since it is what you make it, but I think there's a bigger picture you're not considering when claiming that about yourself. You're in UA, so give it some more thought. As for being bothered? Sometimes I'll tease people, but it's never malicious, all in good friend. Horseplay, of the verbal kind. Though me and my friends used to roughhouse all of the time back in Junior High, those were some tough but rewarding years. Anyways, your classmates are all aspiring to become Heroes. If they genuinely attempted to make you feel worse about yourself to satisfy themselves, I doubt they'll be here for long. I trust the faculty here, they've been through it all already. One day I might even be teaching here once I've walked the path, and decided to nurture the next generation. I'm sure it's just a matter of time until you see in action that you're worth more than you think you are, but in the moment I'd rather you not put yourself down with those thoughts. You're a great person, those that have low self esteem are often those that are critical of themselves. What I'm saying is that you care a lot about what other people might think; that means you care a lot about people. You'll make for a great Hero, I promise you. Just work hard."

The two of them were nice, albeit Daiki being a bit obnoxious. He probably was high energy by nature, which is something she really was not used to in extended doses. The only other person she knew had a lot of energy was her brother and he had not been around for the last few years because of attending U.A. The last time she spent a lot of time with her brother was 3 years ago during their mother's birthday. Eating some more noodles, Fu listened to both Raphael and Daiki. They were all more positive than her, especially Daiki.

Noticing that she had finished her food, Fu stood up. Bowing to Daiki and Raphael, she said "Thank you for letting me s-sit with you guys. I need to unpack still so I don't want to waste time. We should hang out..."

With a quick smile, Fu took her tray and walked away. Dropping off her tray, she took an apple for herself before heading back to her room. Looking at the many boxes that were stacked on her bed, Fu sighed a bit. Why did she pack so much stuff? Then again, she need all her seal stuff! She wanted to be around the adorable seals from back home. Opening one of the boxes, she was greeted by her seal themed bed sheets.