"We're having a special Hero informatics class today. "Ne, ne, Hyoumei! Come here!" Ashido called her while gesticulating her hand cheerfully.įeeling a little happy by the invite, she joined their conversation about getting recognized in the streets thanks to the Sports Festival.
He was already seated in his seat and he was with Ashido, Sero, Asui and floating- uh, Hagakure. Mizuha blinked when Kirishima called her. When she entered the classroom and closed the door behind her, she heard her name. Like the hell? It made her want to press the button on her handle while directing it at the passenger's face. She could still feel the irritation she felt when someone shook their umbrella 'discreetly' in front of her seat. What a great start.įor once, she arrived at school a little later than usual because the bus was a little later than usual thanks to the rain, a wonderful chain of effect. When she was satisfied with her work, the girl literally threw her umbrella in the rack closest to her class' lockers.Īnnoyed first thing in the morning. It's as if whatever god in charge of pouring the rain was bored out of him mind and just wanted to watch little humans avoid the puddles like some kind of sitcom. It was like playing hopscotch in the rain to avoid those gigantic puddles that blocked all your possible paths. It was for small issues like this that Mizuha wished she could control water in the environment to make her job easier. Mizuha aggressively shook her umbrella to try and shake off as much water as possible. The sun was beginning to become less and less present as time passed. That night, the clouds were beginning to darken, there were signs of an upcoming storm and strikes of lightning as the rain started pouring heavily. "Yet we remain shackled in chains to commit his deeds." "They went against him, they were a threat to what we worked so hard to achieve!" "What we've been seeking is finally in place! Can't you see that?" "But at what cost?! Being slaves to a single man?!" "What are we doing? Is this, really right?" The five figures at the table silently observed one another. The only source of light was provided from the five candles that were placed on a rather large table, and each one was set in front of a certain person that was seated at the table. The power was gone due to the terrible weather of the night. Loud tapping on the window could be heard in the poorly lit room.