Have You No Shame! (Open)

Jun lazily looked over at the new voice. He didn't recognize her. Certainly wasn't in any of his classes. Blinking, he processed what she said, then promptly turned bright red. He wasn't in the habit of running around butt naked. Hell, he didn't even like running around with just a towel on, even at home! "Hey! I'm not in the habit of running around naked! I mean, I don't blame you for wanting me in all my glory, since I am cute as hell, but I don't swing that way. Give me a cute boy, and I'll think about it." He was quite open about his preferences. He's yet to really see anyone that was against it, but every place has those types of bigots.

Still, he got the feeling she wasn't one of them. "I'm Jun Tomoshibi, by the way. What's your name? I know you're not in my class, which makes it curious why you're here...but whatever, that's more your business, so feel free to tell me to buzz off." Mutation quirk most likely, though appearance wasn't always correct. The bald girl looked like she would be more a fish, most comfortable in the water. Oh well. If she paid attention to the Sports Festival, she might recognize him as its winner. Though not everyone watches it, the vast majority of the populace did.

And he still had a mountain of internship offers to consider...though he'd also much rather spend the time with his brother, even at the cost of falling behind his classmates. But he'll catch up no problem.

Sigga gave a dubious yet amused look at the quick retort the underdressed boy had parried with. Though her remark seemed to have embarrassed him to some degree, he was clearly quite aware and comfortable in his state of undress. Obviously 1-A was his domain and he appeared to have enough confidence in himself to dress in whatever manner took his fancy while on home turf. She had no objection to it, as long as nobody asked her to participate in such an exhibitionistic ventures.

At least he was polite.

“Buzz off, Jun Tomoshibi.” The fish replied, taking him up on his offer with a friendly smile. Though Sigga had done quite a bit of intelligence gathering on the goings-on at UA, her memory wasn’t exceptional enough to recall having read his name in context relating to the academy’s previous Sports Festival. Even if she had seen a photo depicting the up-and-coming pro-hero that had emerged victorious at the event, it was an automatic feature of her mind to disassociate that kind of achievement with Mr. Underoos here. You couldn’t be successful and lounge around in the lobby in your underwear. Everybody knew that just wasn’t how the universe worked.

Finding it much more amusing to simply leave the interaction without reciprocating the male’s introduction, Sigga hadn’t immediately stopped walking during their very short conversation. At least not until another voice vied for her attention. She had only just finished with her amiable callousness when the bald girl was presented with another student with an incomplete wardrobe, this one sans shoes. At least the long-eared lagomorph had the excuse of having feet with extra joints. No way would you be able to find shoes that fit those feet. Not with that unique gait she walked with anyway.

Curious as to what kind of reception someone else would have to the consumer-of-sandwich, Sigga waited patiently for the other girl to make her discovery. You could see the fish’s anticipation twinkling in her amber eyes. She was only half-listening to the actual question the rabbit had opened with, but her patience was quickly rewarded with the exact reaction she had been hoping for. If Sigga had a nose she’d have likely snorted uncontrollably but in her case, loud, mirthful hissing was the result. She could barely contain her amusement, and failed completely in forming any sort of reply to the bemused bunny as tears began welling up in the corners of the finned-girl’s eyes.

Hanako was barely aware of the quiet snickers of amusement coming from the finned female in the room, as she was more focused on the immediate disproving of her concern. "O-Oh." Oh boy. Look at where her assumptions had gotten her. "I-I'm so, s-so sorry f-for assuming!" she squeaked, swooping into a deep bow. As she did so, her backpack's weight shifted, suddenly sending the girl flailing forward. She only just managed to prevent herself from face-planting, then she hurriedly righted herself as the blonde finished drinking something. 

"What dorm are you looking for?" they asked, continuing with a mention of dorm locations being 'further down', though Hana wasn't quite sure what they meant. Before she could respond, however, they added, "Oh, and I'm Jun. What about you?" 

Immediately, Hana felt her fur prickle even more than it had been previously. While the difference was almost imperceptible to those who didn't know her, the rabbit girl's fur was suddenly slightly fluffier. 'He can't possibly mean ...' she thought, eyes slowly lifting from the floor to look closer at the blonde's face until they flared with recognition ... 'OH SHIT HE DOES.' The strange blonde boy currently in an uncomfortable state of undress before her was none other than Jun Tomoshibi, winner of the most recent UA sports festival. While Hanako did not watch and revere the sports festival as much as some other people, she had seen the boy's face on articles online and in the news after he'd won. 

Letting out an unintentional squeak of embarrassment, Hanako froze momentarily, briefly forgetting that she had been asked several questions. Her eyes flitted over to the finned girl, who seemed entirely nonplussed by the fact that the winner of the sports festival was sitting in his briefs in the open. Was this something that happened often? Perhaps, but didn't Jun say this student wasn't in his class? What was she doing here, then? Was she part of Hana's class?

Eventually, Hanako returned to her senses, remembering she had a question to answer, and she croaked out, "M-M-Miyoshi ... Hanako. Uh ... hah ... I was lo-looking f-for the dorm for 1-B. I'm a bit ... bit of a latecomer this s-semester." 

The rabbit girl seemed to have recognized him, after a little bit. She let out a squeak and then stared a little bit before continuing. Tilting his head cutely at the fishy girl, he responded. "There's a lot of those recently. Let me get some shorts on then I'll be right down. No offense, but you do seem awfully fishy." The last sentence was more for the unknown fish girl. Doing a quick hop and taking his dirty dishes, he went to the kitchen, dropped it all in the sink, figuring he'll be back and put them in the dishwasher anyways, he went up the stairs to the third floor, then to his room. Grabbing a pair of neon cyan sports shorts, he put those on, grabbed a pair of flip flops, and went back down fairly quickly. Hoping that the fishy girl didn't just grab Miyoshi-san and left.

When he caught up, he walked with them to take the new student to the dorm. Which was literally just right next door. Nothing much to it. "It'll take a bit to get used to it, particularly if you're bad at directions, but most people here will gladly help you out on that. Just...watch out for Meka-sensei. He seems pretty chill, but his hero exercises are super brutal. Be prepared for that. Got any other questions while we're here?" Might as well provide any answers that the bun bun may have. She seemed pretty shy, but hopefully his friendly demeanor would calm her a bit.

What a convenient opportunity this proved to be. The bald girl happened to be heading back to the 1-B dorms this very moment. Offering to help this newcomer in locating her goal and lug some belongings was a costless way to potentially curry favor with her future classmate, and she’d look rather altruistic doing so as well. Ever one with ulterior motives Sigga hefted the duffle bag over her shoulder, adopting a peculiar way of holding onto the thing by interlacing a few fingers into the end of the strap and dangling the bag over her back rather than using the strap itself in the manner its manufacturer intended.

The fish girl offered an affable grin at Hanako’s thanks, though the friendly expression faded when she heard the blond boy chime in. She kept her back to him as he addressed the pair. There was little doubt in her mind the wording used in his parting remark was as much due to Sigga’s physiology as him finding his encounter with a non-1-A student in this dorm suspicious. You’d be hard pressed to meet someone more amicable to such a sense of humor than this girl, word play clearly being the height of social wisecrackery… with one exception. Sigga did not care for casual fish jokes. There were only two types of beings permitted to make them in her presence: close friends, and other fish. You wouldn’t go up to a stranger and make coy comments about their ethnicity or body image. Why would this be any different?

The rather placid look Sigga held vanished shortly after the blonde scurried off, out of earshot. “Tendō, Sigrid,” the hydrophile said, flawlessly switching gears back to her friendly demeanor. She performed the introduction while also trying to casually usher the other girl towards the dorms exit. “I’m in 1-B too.”

Perhaps it was some form of intuition or, more likely, the bald girl had developed a bias that did not favor the male student after his last comment, but Sigga had managed to convince herself that his eagerness to accompany the lagomorph, too, had an ulterior motive. Anyone could claim they were into “boys”, but seeing Tomoshibi quickly finish his sandwhich and attempt to make himself more presentable so suddenly could mean one thing, and one thing only. He had a furry fetish.

Sigga had vastly underestimated the speed with which the comedian would return, clearly the result of some strong motivation. He seemed to also have selected the most vibrantly colored shorts she had ever seen. They were even brighter than the shirt the fish tended to wear in lieu of an apron whenever she was in the kitchen cooking up a storm.

As Jun passed the duo, eager to lead the way, the bald girl noticed the glance Miyoshi-san cast her way. It would have been easy to take this opportunity to silently mouth a remark about their willing guide, an inside joke potentially encouraging a rift between the boy and girl, but Sigga was no longer in middle-school. She needed to stop trying to cause social discord for the fun of it and maybe just let the fishy remark slide for once.

The bald teen followed along next to the long-eared novice, keeping pace alongside the other 1-B student. She had designated herself the girl’s protector, just in case. “1-B’s teacher is Sorozoki-sensei,” Sigga chimed in, answering Hanako’s question before the blonde could, enthusiastically adding “She’s pretty cool.”

The finned girl had actually developed a bit of respect for that particular teacher, despite having had only a few classes with her. The very first day of Sigga’s classes actually had the girl stunned and wide-eyed when Sorozoki-sensei had walked into the room. Here was a woman whose quirk’s nature basically had everyone’s eyes on her wherever she went, yet in the room full of youthful teens every student seemed to treat her as if she was no different from any other teacher. Sigga had consequently found herself a little envious, but mostly at awe at her sensei’s apparent confidence. The girl still had her own struggles with body image, but had yet to snag an opportunity to speak to her teacher one-on-one on the subject.

“I think you’ll like her.” Sigga added, wearing a knowing grin. She could already imagine the rabbit girl’s reaction being quite similar to the one she had when she first spotted the boxer-clad blonde.

Hanako's face lit up at Sigrid's mention she was also in 1-B. "Oh, wow! Uh, th-thanks again! Nice to meet you!" she said, also keeping her voice low (though she wasn't sure why greetings needed to be whispered in the first place). Maybe Jun was one of those winners who liked to rub it in other people's faces? Or, if Sigrid had fought Jun in the competition, she was a sore loser? Part of Hana was wishing she had paid more attention to the sports festival last time it ran ...

Suddenly, the girl's thoughts were interrupted by Sigrid's comment.

“1-B’s teacher is Sorozoki-sensei. She's pretty cool ... I think you'll like her.”

The finned girl was grinning at Hana as she said it, but the rabbit was far too dense to understand just why that might be a bad thing. Just then, Jun chipped in with his own reassurances. 

"I hope so ... thank you!" Hana reiterated for the umpteenth time that day. She was quickly cut off, though, by the sight of a group of boys harassing what appeared to be a blue-haired girl. The rabbit's heartbeat quickened. Was this something that happened often? Hopefully, since she didn't really have a woman's physique, these people wouldn't bother her as much ... 

While she had been caught up in her thoughts, however, it seems the boys had left and the ... not-girl was finally left alone. One of Hana's ears lifted slightly at its base, hardly perceptible in its movement. "Ah, n-nice to meet you!" she said with a bow. "Miyoshi, Ha-Hanako. I, uh ... just transferred to 1-B from a different school." As she spoke, she subconsciously shifted her suitcase from one hand to the other.