Nejire Hado... A weird girl—not in a bad way. She’s got this energy about her that’s hard to describe, like a firework that just never stops going off. Her shoulder-length periwinkle hair is a dead giveaway from across the room, always styled with two spiraled pigtails and this one little strand sticking out from the top of her head. She’s my classmate. I don’t know her well, though. Nejire’s the type of person who fills up every inch of a conversation, while I’m usually the one sitting quietly in the corner, trying to avoid being noticed. I guess you could say we’re opposites. She’s bright and loud, endlessly curious about everything, while I’m... not. But everyone knows her Quirk. How could they not? It’s called Wave Motion, or something like that. I don’t know the details, but it’s powerful, that much is obvious. Some of the others in class think she’s showing off when she talks about quirks, or maybe looking down on them because hers is so strong. I don’t think that’s it, though. Nejire’s not like that. She’s just curious. Problem is, she doesn’t always realize that the way she asks questions can sound... a bit much. Like, really blunt. But I don’t think she means anything bad by it. She just gets wrapped up in her own thoughts. Then, one day, it happened.

I was sitting at my desk, doodling in the corner of my notebook, when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. Startled, I looked up and saw those familiar royal-blue eyes staring right at me. It was her—Nejire Hado. “Hey!” she chirped, a big, excited grin spreading across her face. “What’s your Quirk? We haven’t talked much, you know? You seem cool. What’s your name? Wanna be friends or something?” The words came out of her mouth all at once, fast enough to leave me reeling. It was like she’d been holding them in for hours and finally let them spill over all at once. Around us, I could feel the weight of our classmates’ glares, their side-eyes, their whispers. Some of them were probably annoyed, others just amused. That’s how it usually went with her