[h1][color=deepskyblue]Jun Mawatari[/color][/h1][sub][hr][color=deepskyblue]Location:[/color] 1B Homeroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture
[color=deepskyblue]Mentions:[/color] N/A[/sub]

Another long sigh, as Jun listened to a few other members of the class going on this way and that. Hebi was easily enough the spitfire, annoyed by the festival and how that all went most likely, openly questioning exactly how things would go with a Second Year while Kaiga defended the girl. He had more faith in the decisions of the staff than others, that was for sure, though Jun kept her eyes closed throughout the exchange. She really, really didn’t want to jump in, especially when things were entirely uncertain thus far.

Of course, that was when another jumped in. [i]Yusuke[/i]. A click clack on the mouse and he was throwing insults left, right, and center, talking about how the others didn't know, calling others mongrels. She didn't see whatever he'd brought up on that page. She didn't need to. Jun slowly brought her chair back to its normal position, setting the icepack down again. Hebi said something halfway resembling a praise, halfway to an insult, and entirely scathing…something Jun might disapprove of under normal circumstances. Yet, of course, things weren’t entirely normal. She twisted about in her chair, fixing him with a glare.

A click of her quirk. Two points - the upper and lower lip. A three foot distance would do for her purposes. That was really all it took.

“Yusuke, [i]shut up[/i].”