[h2][color=9e005d][b]Kanajiro Hanamoto[/b][/color][/h2]
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Kanajiro walked down the hallway after having just left his room, rolling his own cigarette and sticking it behind his ear for later. The academy had taken it's toll on his nerves, and despite not really having done anything so far, he'd felt quite stressed for no apparent reason. For that reason his face was furrowed into an even more so angry, frustrated look than it normally would be. God, could this day drag on anymore? He turned a corner and was met with a friendly, welcome sight. [b]CAFÉ[/b] the sign above the doorway read, and Kanajiro felt like a cup of coffee would do him good at this moment. Besides, he had to ask for directions to the post office to post a card. His parents would probably be worried sick.

As he entered the smell of coffee entered his nose, along with whatever other aroma's roamed - the mixture was indistinguishable for Kanajiro. He eyed up and down the booths looking for a free booth for himself, but sadly saw none. They were all taken, some by individuals and some by groups. One girl in specific caught Kanajiro's eyes. She eyed asian, and more so wore popping colors that drew attention to her, unlike Kanajiro who wore nothing but black and white for the time being. Her skirt and shirt were a sharp contrast against his black pants, white shirt and black blazer. She definetely pulled off the schoolgirl look, that was for sure.

Deciding for himself that he'd rather face an awkward seating near someone he didn't know, and a cup of coffee rather than forcing himself to walk around or wait until a booth freed up, he closed the distance with a somewhat slanted but, strangely proud stride. [color=9e005d][b]“Excuse me.”[/b][/color] He would assume her to be somewhat in touch with her Asian roots, although in this place there was no way to tell who was from where exactly. His head would bow lightly, though not too much. Just enough to make sure that she wouldn't be offended by the interruption, not too much to assure that she wouldn't get the idea that he thinks himself [i]lesser[/i] than her. Ofcourse, the semi aggressive look in his eyes wouldn't fade, and his eyebrows remained furrowed inwards. His lips stayed straight and unmoved, unwilling to uncover the slight unease that Kanajiro felt. [color=9e005d][b]“I am new at this.. school. All the other booths are full. I'll sit in this booth?”[/b][/color] He asked a question but didn't really wait for a reply, slowly sliding himself into the bench opposite hers. [color=9e005d][b]“Thanks.”[/b][/color] His face was tilted slightly down towards the table, but his eyes were pointed directly at the girl whose name Kanajiro didn't know. 

Slowly he eased into the bench, and laid his right fist into his left hand. Applying pressure he cracked his knuckles, for fun. Doing the same to his other fist, he would then rest his right arm on the backrest of the bench, letting his hand fall just over the edge of it while his left hand would make sure his cigarette was still behind his ear and then readjust it. [color=9e005d][b]“You look experienced.”[/b][/color] Unaware of the innuendo of this sentence in.. more casual day to day usage of the sentence, he maintained a relatively serious facial expression and continued. [color=9e005d][b]“Can you tell me where the post office is? Or, in case this school is actually an actual school, when the first classes will be?”[/b][/color] He looked left towards the café bar after he spoke, and mumbled something about 'or when someone will take our damn orders.' although that much would be harder to hear. 

Looking back at the girl, Kanajiro took the time to assess her a bit better than his initial glance. She seemed nice, meaning she looked like a typical nice girl. Knowing a few girls from Osaka, however, Kanajiro had already learned that most girls are not actually nice. Not at all. He had to admit, he liked the flower that she kept braided in her hair. He looked at the flower longer than he probably could've gotten away with, but then again Kanajiro wasn't the type to care much about what her impression was - after all, this was his first day and he was still under the impression that he wouldn't meet most people he'd meet here ever again. She could think whatever she wanted and it wouldn't harm him.

Speaking of harm, he wondered what her power was. Something to do with her body? Unlikely... he had seen some people that had body-based powers, and most of them seemed to be insanely muscled. Maybe it was something else, and Kanajiro didn't care to spend more brainpower thinking about the infinite possibilities for her powers. He had barely a clue what his own was, except that it looked cool and that he could punch people in the face pretty hard with a crystal encased fist. But he had already walked past the arena once, and it made him realize that maybe there were people out there that were stronger. Not that he'd never take them on if they tried him, though.. 

Rationalizing in his head the entire situation, and realizing that it must be quite strange for her too, that is if she hadn't left already, he then decided he probably had to say something. [color=9e005d][b]“I like the flower. It goes well with your, um, clothes.”[/b][/color] Smooth, Kanajiro. He mentally slapped himself in the back of the head, what a dumb thing to say. But all he did physically was drag his right hand through his hair towards the back in an attempt to get the strands of black hair out of his face and eyes. How did girls with really, really long hair put up with that he wondered. Looking away nonchalantly again, he silently wondered what was keeping the waitress so long. Any longer and he might just decide to start taking orders from people himself just to hurry up the process. Once again he mumbled to himself.. [color=9e005d][b]“Fucking baka's..”[/b][/color]