Kanajiro Hanamoto
Kanajiro would squint his eyes as Mika said she visited many Asian countries. She didn't seem the part to take any interesting in things beyond superficial trivialities. “That's good for you.” She had likely only seen the tourist traps, and only learned about the surface of these things. Culture and meaning must've been lost on her, Kanajiro was sure. He only grew more annoyed when Mika let out a loud 'Ahhhh' when he said he was poor, almost as if she was trying to say that that explained a lot. His eyebrows furrowed inwards even more than they normally were, as he stared her in the eyes. She was sorry that he was poor. Deciding not to go against it, he simply nodded and tried to hide his annoyed visage. He realised, however, that there must be a core of truth to her annoying behavior. If this had been Osaka, and Kanajiro had seen Mika walking on her own in the streets.. he would've stolen her purse by now, if not more.
Then she said she was interested because there was something about Kanajiro that made her want to know more. What a strange thing to say. He grinned and then burst out laughing loudly, drawing attention of some around them in other booths. “Really? That's kinda creepy you know. I hadn't taken you for a creepy stalker.” She had inadvertently managed to lighten the mood atleast as Kanajiro's annoyed look was gone now and had returned to his normal 'resting thug face' state.
Without any warning he smacked his hand down flat on the table rather hard and started moving to get up. “I'm getting bored here. For a school with super powers, this is all getting rather tame. I'll have a smoke outside and look for something interesting to do.” Without realizing he had probably called Mika boring. Whatever. He got out of the booth and took the cigarette from behind his ears, putting it on his lips for the time being. Unlit, ofcourse. He turned around and got ready to leave but changed his mind once again and turned back to Mika. “You didn't want to come, right? Wouldn't want to chip your 100 dollar nail paint.” He guessed that he was spot on, but he might just challenge her enough for her to decide to come with. She'd probably be more busy looking in mirrors than being interesting anyway. There he went, underestimating her again. He reared round and walked out of the café, headed for the exit/entrance to go outside.
As he got outside he pulled a lighter from his pants and lit up the cigarette in his mouth. He'd inhale deeply and let the smoke escape from his mouth through a small hole he formed with his mouth on the left side of it. He'd stand around in the cold weather for a bit before he'd continue down the pathway towards the beach shack. He had seen the building on his way in but hadn't seen the inside yet. And since it was one of the few places outside where you didn't get the idea that you were in a bloody school, he decided he'd like to spend most his time there, preferably alone or with a few others. Tossing the half burnt up cigarette to the side before he entered, he walked into quite a crowd. Not exactly what he was looking for, since he had hoped to just sit and pass time until he could go to sleep.
Deciding that the amount of people was too big for him, he headed for the stairs and went up them, hearing something about a monster on the way up, only coming out amidst a gang initiation. Atleast, that's what it looked like since Kanajiro hadn't heard the entire conversation that these people had had. And, above all, there was a fucking cricket person. Not being able to hold himself back, Kanajiro let out a rather loud. “What the fuck.” while he stared at the cricket.. person? The mandibles were scary looking for sure, and Kanajiro wasn't quite sure if the cricket lady was a threat or just some school going girl. He had heard rumours of monsters roaming around, and even recently of an attack. Perhaps this was one of those monsters? Nah, if that were the case people wouldn't be standing around all cool, not paying any mind to the fucking elephant in the room. Or perhaps the cricket in the room was a better choice of words. He looked around the room to the others in here, which seemed to be mainly a collection of girls, with an odd boy here or there. He couldn't really focus on making a headcount at this point, that's how weirded out he was. Putting his hand on his forehead and tilting it a bit, he spoke to himself but loud enough for the others to hear. “Kanajiro, baka.. you ask for interesting stuff, you get it. Should've just gone back to your room, idiot.”
After taking a moment for himself he looked back up at the group in front of him. “Yo,” he said, trying to act like he didn't just say what the fuck when he saw the cricket lady. “.. I heard something about a monster?” He tried his best to focus his gaze on the youngest looking girl that was around and restart the conversation. She looked to be about 6, a toddler at best. It didn't help much to stop him from being weirded out, because who the fuck lets a toddler into a school for people with powers? So he redirected his gaze once again to someone else, namely a girl with fiery red hair and a very pale skin. She looked normal, or atleast as normal as it was going to get in this room, because if girls like her walked around Osaka they'd still stand out with hair like that, and a skin color like snow. Piercings in her ear only made her stand out more, and looking at the piercings, Kanajiro also noticed the somewhat unique pointed ears. “Okay, what the fuck, Mika never told me about this. I'm out. I need more cigarettes to put up with this.” The words came rather rude and aggressively, and that was half heartedly how they were meant due to Kanajiro's nature. He turned right around and walked down the stairs, and without batting an eye walked out the door, mumbling to himself. “And I thought Mika was a weirdo..” Suddenly he had some regrets about coming to this academy, or ever leaving his room. He grabbed his cigarette supplies from his pocket and rolled another one while walking, a skill he had learned over the years. Tucking the finished cigarette behind his ears he walked back into the school, going for the café where he'd hope to see Mika again if she hadn't left, or worse, followed him to see the rude display he had put on. He needed to know more about this crazy place before he could even consider going to classes. His steps were quick and tough as he turned the corner into the café, looking right at the booth Mika had been sitting at before. Was she still there?
