Tatsumaki was sitting on her phone with headphones on, a constant wind surounding her and pushing others away— she wanted to be utter alone. Sometimes she just did that, and no one dared to confront the short, green-haired girl. She had a high temper, and could punch harder than you would expect from someone her size. Tatsumaki glanced up from her phone, making sure no one was trying to enter her barrier, and then looked down again. If anyone tried to call her, their voice would drown in the powerfull gust. The only way to snap her back to reality, was by dotting her with a long, sturdy stick. And the anger she unleashed after that made most people scared to do so. Only the bravest teacher, or dumbest kids would dare.