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It was the usual first day. On your first day at Brave High, you were to perform at a quirk assessment. Now that this was her fourth third day Namari found herself rather relaxed. She slumped into a chair by the window, that was [i]always[/i] where the protagonist sat, and observed the rest of her class lazily for any newcomers. There was speedyquick, or Kazu, sexy guy – that one was new, and a few other familiar faces that she brushed over. Sexy guy had caught her interest though.

She wasn’t really a big proponent of going up and encouraging conversation with others. In fact, one could say that she hated it. So instead of going up and drumming up a conversation with whoever sexy guy was she simply waved an arm. It wasn’t very effective…

She sighed and lifted herself up off the ground, accidentally cracking the tile beneath her. She wasn’t having very good luck with that kind of thing today. She sauntered over to his desk that he seemingly caged himself in and crouched to meet his eye level. The strings of her hoodie and her ponytail bouncing due to her quick motion.

[color=cd937f]“You’re not one of those guys whose obsessed with heroism and what it [i]truly[/i] means to be a re…”[/color] Namari stopped and covered her mouth, ushering sexy guy to give her a second. She looked up to the ceiling and yawned loudly. She slowly came back down, chewing the air and relaxing her jaw a little before starting back up.

[color=cd937f]“Anyway, you’re not too into this are you?”[/color] She asked tiredly, eyes half open. Truly she didn’t care all that much but she would rather make some friends than stay relatively on her own, but she was pretty picky with how she spent her time. Napping was of course the priority, and Kazu and Namari had become pretty close acquaintances spending the past couple years together. They had a sort of, unspoken relationship. They orbited each other frequently. Sometimes they’d end up eating at a diner, they had even gone to a movie once. The strangest part about that friendship is how little they had to speak or plan.

It went something like ‘Movies at 7?’ ‘Sure.’ And that was about it. It was a good movie. Conversation wasn’t much though – that was probably the best part of the night. Either way, it’s always a bigger party with three. So here she stood, pestering the new kid. Hopefully he didn’t have a temper.

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[@Krayzikk] - Mentioned frequently
[@Plank Sinatra] - Speaking to