[h2][color=a187be]Shinjiro Karasawa[/color][/h2]

"Well that was different." the purple haired Esper muttered. He gazed around him, looking back and forth over the mildly-intimidated, or in some cases, outright wigged out crowd, finding only a pair of familiar faces.

Tachibana, for one. Good Ol' Twintails-Half-a-Dye-Job certainly look too thrilled at volunteering, being part of the sizable crowd that was openly unnerved by how unhinged the scientist had just came across as. He didn't blame her. If a legitimately mad scientist decided to have fun with a Level 5 during testing...

[color=a187be][i]Well, that shit certainly don't have a good track record, all I'm sayin' there.[/i][/color]

As for the other esper who'd tailed him and Hat-chan, he couldn't get a solid read or even a solid look at yet.

But everything remained the same. Nobody wanted to take her up on her offer.

He smirked. [i]Somebody'd[/i] have to bite the bullet eventually.

[color=a187be][i]Can't wait around [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgNupTmw3iM]forever[/url], y'know.[/i][/color]

See, he was different. When the adrenaline got pumping, his fight-or-flight instincts rarely ever told him to fly, when he could [i]fight[/i].

The slight crowd in front of him parting before his advance, his eyes were as two purple lanterns, already firing up before the man himself even got started. As if the wake of a boat, ripples of murmured, hushed conversation followed him as all eyes fixated upon one grape-flavored mass of hair.

Two feet planted themselves upon the white line, as he looked straight back up at Kawashiro-sensei, thin line of the mouth splitting as his smirk evolved into a full-blown smile. 

It might have almost been better, though, to describe it as [i]showing his teeth[/i].

[color=a187be]"You're on, [i]sensei[/i]."[/color]