Makoto: The corridor is quiet, the hum of vending machines echoing through the dorm as Makoto Tsukauchi steps into the light, her posture precise and composed. She’s dressed in a crisp blazer over a university blouse, skirt falling just above the knee, and her black hair is neatly tucked behind one ear, revealing a subtle silver earring. She pauses, observing Koichi hunched over a stack of textbooks, his brow furrowed in concentration.

With a gentle, confident stride, she approaches, the soft click of her heels announcing her presence before she speaks. She adjusts her glasses with a practiced touch, eyes sharp and assessing yet not unkind.

Makoto: "Koichi Haimawari, correct? I hope I’m not interrupting." Her voice is clear and warm, carrying a hint of amusement as she notes the scattered notes and doodles of hero logos on his desk. She extends her hand, palm up, with a subtle, deliberate movement-her thumb brushing lightly against his wrist as they shake, a casual gesture to activate her Polygraph Quirk without drawing attention.

Makoto: "Makoto Tsukauchi, third-year sociology. I’m assisting Professor Sansa with his quirk ethics seminar this term. I noticed you’ve been attending his lectures… and, if I’m not mistaken, struggling a bit with the more nuanced case studies." She offers a reassuring smile, her gaze never wavering from his, as if she’s already piecing together a profile from his micro-expressions and pulse.

Makoto: She glances at the open textbook in front of him, fingers deftly flipping to a page marked with sticky notes and a hastily-sketched diagram of a vigilante in action. "You have an eye for detail. Most students gloss over the Naruhata incidents, but you’ve annotated every vigilante sighting in the district. That’s… impressive. Or perhaps, personal?" Her tone is friendly, but there’s an undercurrent of curiosity, as if she’s inviting him to reveal more.

Makoto: "Here’s my proposal: I help you untangle Professor Sansa’s assignments, and in exchange, you share your perspective on Naruhata’s… unique brand of heroism. I’m conducting field research on unsanctioned quirk usage and the social dynamics of vigilante activity. Firsthand accounts are invaluable." She leans in slightly, lowering her voice conspiratorially, her hair falling forward to frame her face. "Besides, someone with your observational skills might have noticed things the faculty missed. Final point."

She releases his hand, stepping back with a smooth motion, and adjusts her blazer’s cuff, glancing at the vigilante-themed sticker on his bag. Her eyes narrow just slightly behind her glasses, a sign she’s already cataloguing his reactions.

Koichi: "Uh-wow, you really did your homework, Tsukauchi-senpai! I mean, yeah, the class is kinda tough… and, uh, Naruhata’s just… interesting, I guess." He fumbles with his notebook, nearly dropping it, cheeks flushing as he tries to hide the page covered in Pop☆Step stickers and Crawler sketches. "You really want my help? I’m not exactly an expert or anything…"

Makoto: She kneels gracefully to help gather his scattered notes, her movements precise and unhurried. As she hands him a page, she pauses, noting a doodle of Knuckleduster’s mask in the margin.

Makoto: "Everyone’s an expert on their own experience, Koichi. And your notes suggest you’ve seen more than most. Pop☆Step’s rooftop shows, the Crawler’s late-night rescues, even the recent bus incident-these aren’t just rumors to you, are they?" She stands, smoothing her skirt, and offers him the page with a knowing smile.

Makoto: "Let’s continue this over tea. I know a café nearby that’s quiet enough for research… and for honest conversation. I’ll bring my data on vigilante activity trends if you bring your insights. Deal?" She waits, posture relaxed but eyes keen, clearly expecting him to accept-her confidence balanced by a genuine interest in what he might say next.