"Today, we have a new student," Mr. Aizawa said, gesturing to the empty desk near his own, "Cujoh will be joining, starting today." He maintained his tired expression, which Jolyne thought was interesting, no one could be that tired all the time, "Since I know you'll do it anyway if you have any reasonable questions, now is the time to ask."

Ochaco raised her hand, quiet as a mouse, and she took Mr. Aizawa's gaze to mean that she could speak, "Will she be staying with Deku permanently?"

"That is up to Principal Nezu," Aizawa said, "But I imagine she'll have her own room by your second year."

Ejiro was next, "Isn't she older than us?" Jolyne put her hand to her face and snickered, at which Izuku couldn't help but smile.

Aizawa was not as amused, "Yes, but Principal Nezu figured it would be easiest to monitor her here while we figure out a more permanent arrangement."

"I have a question for you, Midor -" Mienta was interrupted by the authoritative tone of his teacher.

"No more questions, Mineta." Aizawa opened a book on his desk, "Now, for today's business…"

Jolyne laid her hand on her cheek, school was always super boring to her - not because she was stupid, her mother had made sure to drill the value of brains into her, but rather that she excelled too much in her classes, according to her father, all of her family was exceptionally intelligent - a problem exacerbated by her being in a grade which she already passed.

"Cujoh," The eternally tired instructor snapped, "Do you plan on following along?"

"Huh?" Jolyne was resisting the urge to sigh, that would probably only make him madder, "Oh, sorry."

She pulled out a notebook and pencil, from the angle she was at, hopefully, no one could see what she was doing - drawing was always a habit; it seemed to calm her down but she seemed to be unable to curb her anxiety, which shouldn't have been surprising, but she definitely didn't like it. Maybe she should talk to Izuku - she could probably do it without being caught with her strings if she was inclined.

She looked at her drawing and noticed that it was taking a familiar, blue form; maybe she should stop drawing, she probably didn't wanna cry in class - on the first day, no less. Even if it was boring, note-taking could keep her occupied, and it wouldn't get Aizawa mad at her.

She tried sending a little string over to Izuku, that was probably something she could still do. She figured out rather quickly that if she focused really hard, the wire could be thin enough to not be noticeable if someone else wasn't also concentrating really hard.

Izuku shook his head a few times, trying to figure out where the voice he was hearing was coming from - and why a string seemed to be wrapping around his finger.

"Stop looking so nervous," The string whispered, and Izuku was struggling to contain a gasp at how cool this - likely an extension of Jolyne's quirk… stand… thing - was.

Now that he looked closely, Jolyne seemed to hold her hand close to her mouth, she was probably whispering into it.

"Sorry," Izuku whispered back, and he could see Jolyne shift the smallest amount in her seat.

He twirled the string on his finger, remarking on its brightness and smooth texture.

For some reason which he probably couldn't tell you, he pulled on the string, immediately regretting it as he heard the dull thud of Jolyne's head hitting her desk and saw her arm displaced from its previous position.

"Ouch," She rubbed her forehead, and the string disappeared / retracted into her arm, and she turned her nose at Izuku for the rest of the day.

"Sorry about that," Izuku rubbed the back of his head. He felt pretty bad, doubly so because she refused to talk with him, even at lunch - good thing there wasn't any combat exercise today or that might've been bad.

Jolyne sighed, "It's fine," She took out the small paper towel from her nose and wiped off the dried blood.

"You're okay, though," He chuckled, nervously rubbing the back of his head, "Right?"

"I've been worse," Jolyne replied, curter than was normal.

Izuku noticed she seemed to be a bit distant, although he couldn't really blame her; as such, he coughed into his hand, "That was really cool what you did, by the way," He swallowed hard, "Not that you aren't normally cool, but -"

She let out a small series of quiet laughs, "I get what you mean - and, thanks. Not many people have said that."

He looked at her smile, and his heart started beating quite quickly, the feeling accompanied by sweat accumulating on her brow.

"Are you ok? You're pale," Oh, he was pale, too, "You're not sick, right? That would be gross."

"Um, no, I-" He was stuttering really bad, like the first time he ever talked to a girl, "I have to, uhh… pee, really badly!"

"Okay…" Jolyne let the word trail off, "I should get going, Mr. Nezu said he wants to have another meeting with me, anyway."

"Huh?" He tried to recover, apparently not needing to go to the bathroom anymore, "What - what about?"

"He says - and I disagree - but he says, I should talk to a psychologist." She left the door before her friend could respond, "Seeya later."

Izuku sat on the bed, "Good job, Deku," He sighed, disappointed, "I guess Principal Nezu is right - if what she said is true, I'd say she should probably see a doctor."

Now that he thought about it, it was kind of an outlandish story - one which he wasn't entirely sure if he believed. One thing he most definitely did believe, however, was that Mr. Tsukauchi and the Principal were telling the truth, and they usually had a good grasp on things - right? He could trust them - right?

A sharp knock on his door roused him from his thoughts; he stood up and walked to the door, unsure of what exactly he would find - usually, Jolyne didn't knock, and he figured that Mineta wouldn't have the courage to come to his room for a little while after Jolyne overheard what he was saying at lunch.

He took a sharp breath in, steeling his nerves and opened the door, "Hello, uh-"

The person on the other side of the door was tall, significantly moreso than him, and the glare they had was hard to ignore as he introduced himself thusly, "My name's Jotaro."

Sorry for the long break, I was in Florida (yes, I went to Cape Canaveral), and then at a Funeral, and then school started up again, and then I had an interview, so it's been a mess.