Tasper glanced at Inima, his brows wrinkled in confusion. "Are they okay?" he wondered. "They're like…really awkward."
Inima looked at Tasper strangely. She shook her head, "Sorry I don't really know. I've never really had 'friends' before. Maybe that's how it works?"
"Hand it over." Jordan barks with his cheeks bulging.
Connor laughed as they tossed him the granola bar. "Dude, you really like granola," they joked before taking another sip of their coffee.
"Don't let him eat the whole box!" Connor's dad calls from the living room, and Connor just rolls their eyes
Jordan snatches the entire box from Connor
"Hey, give that back!" Connor laughs, almost spilling their coffee as they reached for the box. They pulled a bar out for themself before letting Jordan have the box
Jordan hisses at him and turns his back, face still stuffed
Connor laughed a little loudly at that, barely able to eat their granola bar as they watched Jordan. "Looks like I'm gonna need to buy more granola bars," they chuckled
Tasper glanced at Inima, his brows wrinkled in confusion. "Are they okay?" he wondered. "They're like…really awkward."
Inima looked at Tasper strangely. She shook her head, "Sorry I don't really know. I've never really had 'friends' before. Maybe that's how it works?"
"Unlike all you weirdos," he said with a slight grin to show he was teasing, "I've had friends. And no. It's not that uncomfortable, usually."
"Hiss! Mine!" His eyes where shaded slightly but where glowing
"Alright, alright! Keep the granola," Connor laughed, taking a drink of their coffee while they grinned. "Remind me to never give you caffeine."
"You havent given my any!" Jordan makes out
"Yeah, which is exactly the point. If you hoard granola like this, you'd probably eat my entire kitchen if you got any," Connor teased with a grin
Jordan drops the box on the counter and looks around at the cabinet, "Is that right?"
"Yep, and you are not getting any more snacks after eating all that," Connor laughed. They finished their coffee before setting it in the sink
Tasper glanced at Inima, his brows wrinkled in confusion. "Are they okay?" he wondered. "They're like…really awkward."
Inima looked at Tasper strangely. She shook her head, "Sorry I don't really know. I've never really had 'friends' before. Maybe that's how it works?"
"Unlike all you weirdos," he said with a slight grin to show he was teasing, "I've had friends. And no. It's not that uncomfortable, usually."
Inima felt her face heat slightly from embarrassment, "Oh. Well I wonder why it was so uncomfortable."
Tasper shrugged. "No idea. Anyway, see you tomorrow." He lifted his hand in a wave and started to walk away.
Inima waved a small hand and sighed glancing to Aizawa, "Yeah. See you tomorrow."
She was left all alone to witness the oncoming darkness of night. Maybe she would sneak out without the collar and see if she could take down some villains. That probably wouldn't help her case, but it would beat this suffocating boredom.
Tasper pushed open the door to his apartment. "Hey, Mom, I'm home," he called, only to be met with silence. Ah, right, she was probably out doing hero stuff. She probably didn't care how his first day went, considering she didn't want him going to UA in the first place. He sighed and threw himself onto the couch.
Inima walked into her room at Aizawa's place. It was stupid, yet sensible, that he would be her ward. She flopped on the bed face up and stared at the ceiling. A wicked grin grew on her face before hopping up and reaching under the bed. She pulled out a silver case. It's hero time.
Home was nice, at lest considering were she came from. It was a small apartment with two bedroom the one Yuuka slept in and the other that was rarely used. She lived mostly alone aside from her cat, Keelo. The apartment was bare bones; a couch, table, kitten and book self. Yuuka prepare her diner and packed it into her back pack. After Feeding Keelo, she changed into better running clothes. Good running shoes, comfortable and flexible clothing, a hoodie, fingerless gloves, and bag of chalk powder. The last thing was a piece of fabric that covered the bottom half of her face. It was a choice she made to look more like a hero along with the colors of red, white, and black at a glance she could pass for a hero and that kept people from bothering her. She grabbed her bag, locked the door, and started to make her way to the roof, Time to blow off some steam.
A loud bang jolted Tasper from his restless slumber. He sat up, his eyes struggling to focus on the door through the dim light shining through the window. His mother strode into the house, still donning her costume, but her mask was noticeably absent. The tracings of a scar on her face were barely visible. He noticed the scar every time he looked at her.
"Patch me up," she requested, unsmiling. She sank into a chair at the kitchen table, her eyes fluttering shut. Tasper followed her into the kitchen, flipping on the lights. In the light, he was finally able to see the blood seeping from her shoulder. Her fist was clenched, and she was frowning, but otherwise she was the same.
He sat in the chair next to her, pulling the first aid kit from under the table and hoisting it onto the wooden surface. "Shouldn't you go to the hospital?" he asked flatly.
His mom glanced at him. "Why? I've got you."
Sighing, Tasper took out a needle and thread as she undid her costume and tugged her shoulder out of the sleeve. She appeared to be struggling a bit, but he didn't dare help her. He instead disinfected the needle while he waited, then he set to work on her shoulder. It wasn't unusual for her to come to him for help like this. He'd just never get used to it.
Yuuka rested at the top of the the unfinished building. She had climbed up in to the section that was still just a skeleton of cross beams. She leans against a vertical beam using it as a back rest as she dug through her back pack for her dinner. She looked out over the city, the view was unparalleled. She could see everything people going about there lives, cars and buses move in a constant flow of traffic. There were even a few times she had seen battles played out in the streets below. Her favorite place was here even if it was a lot of work to get to. This was a place she could remover her self, just watch the world continue to turn with out her and eat her dinner in peace.
Inima was wearing a coat of silver above her old villain clothes. She figured it would do fine until her actual suit came. She was beaming as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop looking for something to do. Or someone to fight. Really anything to crave this new found whole in her.
What more could you want? She thought to herself, What more could you want other than this peaceful moment? Yuuka just sat and watched using this moment to gain perspective. The world is a big place and will continue turning no matter what has happened, is happening, or will happen.
Jordan glares at Connor but shrugs, "Fine. Fine!" Tiageo roars mutely and glides around to his other shoulder.
Connor laughed a little at that. They reached into the box, grabbing themself another granola bar and eating it as well
"So." Jordan leans on the the counter, looking around the room
"You…wanna play video games or something?" Connor suggested. "Or I could show you the treehouse," they continued, trying to think of things to do
"Whatever, dude." Jordan smirks and laughs slightly
"Well I've got video games in the treehouse," Connor said with a shrug. "Sorry, I don't have people over often, so I don't really have anything to do," they said with an awkward laugh
