Post by Isamu Suzuki on May 8, 2019 6:06:56 GMT
The only downside to Isamu’s quirk was people wanting to pet you, call him cute, pick himup, ask him to taste cat food—
One of the downsides to Isamu’s quirk was that he didn’t look anywhere near his actual age, at least by human scales. At his tallest he was only two and a half feet tall (not counting the ears, which honestly didn’t add that much anyway), and even his younger sister was much, much taller than he was. He tended to avoid stores and order things online when at all possible, thus avoiding the issue he was currently facing: an uncooperative cashier. Sadly the school had put a temporary moratorium on packages being delivered to the school, and he really didn’t want to hold up his project any more than he needed to, so he had tried to special order the part he needed from a local hobby store. It wasn’t too far from the school, nor too heavy, but distance and weight were not proving to be his biggest challenges today.
It was too bad: the store itself was fairly spacious, their website easy to use, and all the staff other than the person he was currently dealing with seemed knowledgeable.
“I’m telling you, I ordered this part,” insisted Isamu, standing on the counter so he could look the store attendant straight in the eye. “I have your confirmation numb—”
“Look, kid. I don’t know what you’re playing at but I’m not giving this to you. Now get out of here before I call your parents.”
Isamu scowled, pulling out his wallet. “I’m not a kid. I’m a student at U.A. Here—” he pulled out the student ID and tried to show it to the cashier, who pushed it away. “See?”
“Look, kid, I get that you want to be a pro hero someday, but why doin’t you go home and stop botherin’ me? I don’t need any truancy officers seeing you and giving me a hard time.”
“I just want you to know you’re getting a very negative review for this,” Isamu said before jumping down from the countertop and storming off to some corner of the store to stew. Okay, if you won’t listen to me…” He glanced around to make sure he was properly hidden in a nook of the store, and pulled out his cell phone, booting up a voice changer app.
One of the downsides to Isamu’s quirk was that he didn’t look anywhere near his actual age, at least by human scales. At his tallest he was only two and a half feet tall (not counting the ears, which honestly didn’t add that much anyway), and even his younger sister was much, much taller than he was. He tended to avoid stores and order things online when at all possible, thus avoiding the issue he was currently facing: an uncooperative cashier. Sadly the school had put a temporary moratorium on packages being delivered to the school, and he really didn’t want to hold up his project any more than he needed to, so he had tried to special order the part he needed from a local hobby store. It wasn’t too far from the school, nor too heavy, but distance and weight were not proving to be his biggest challenges today.
It was too bad: the store itself was fairly spacious, their website easy to use, and all the staff other than the person he was currently dealing with seemed knowledgeable.
“I’m telling you, I ordered this part,” insisted Isamu, standing on the counter so he could look the store attendant straight in the eye. “I have your confirmation numb—”
“Look, kid. I don’t know what you’re playing at but I’m not giving this to you. Now get out of here before I call your parents.”
Isamu scowled, pulling out his wallet. “I’m not a kid. I’m a student at U.A. Here—” he pulled out the student ID and tried to show it to the cashier, who pushed it away. “See?”
“Look, kid, I get that you want to be a pro hero someday, but why doin’t you go home and stop botherin’ me? I don’t need any truancy officers seeing you and giving me a hard time.”
“I just want you to know you’re getting a very negative review for this,” Isamu said before jumping down from the countertop and storming off to some corner of the store to stew. Okay, if you won’t listen to me…” He glanced around to make sure he was properly hidden in a nook of the store, and pulled out his cell phone, booting up a voice changer app.