Irankarapte [OPEN]

Originally, Kousuke was going to leave the school grounds and head right back to his apartment to get his homework done. However... Something was nagging at him, and it caused him to pause just outside the front doors to the school's main building. Inside, the doors to the classrooms were about six meters tall. The hallways had ceilings that were even higher than that, and said halls were all about as wide as a city street. They were all more than big enough for some of the students with quirks that made them gigantic. And yet, that T-rex girl was forced to balance and position herself outside of class 1-A and peer in through the window. Why? The front doors were almost as tall, maybe the T-rex girl could just duck her head down and stalk the halls. Unless they were too thin for her body. That was a possibility, considering he had only seen her head. Maybe there was an entrance her size on school grounds, but hidden away. That was a possibility.

Kousuke stepped off of the main path to the school's gate so he could investigate. He began to wander around the trees and grass of the grounds, eyes peeled for anything "interesting". A hidden switch, a seam in the side of the building or the ground, a rumbling sound... anything that might indicate a hidden door. While he was doing this, he noticed a girl sitting underneath a tree with some notebook. Probably studying. After he got a closer look at her, he realized who it was. That weird girl with the chameleon-power quirk, that always had her face and hands covered with black marks. She also tended to babble about her "rich culture" and "oppression" to anyone that would listen. Was she half-foreign or something? Maybe one of those cultures that did that "henna" thing he'd read about online. Eh, either way, Kousuke figured he would stop and ask if she'd seen any giants leaving a secret door... Okay, maybe he would ask in a different way than that.

"Hey, Facepaint, you seen any tall doors? Or maybe some oddly-perfect cracks in the ground?" There, that sounded slightly less crazy.

As always, Kousuke's voice was an even, bored-sounding monotone. His face was in its resting position, which meant his somewhat-baggy eyes were half-lidded, his mouth was drawn in a tight frown, and his brows were lightly furrowed. One hand reached for his tie after he asked his question. The thing was always moving to be slightly off in his mind. Other than the tie, which was probably perfectly straight before he began messing with it, his uniform was immaculate. His hair was kind of messy, though, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed.

Kousuke just stood silently as Imekano gave a rather long-winded reply to his question.  His expression did not change throughout her entire speech.  To all outside appearances, he probably seemed to be little more than a statue.  Only his eyes gave away that he was alive, as they followed the movements of the girl's steps and gestures.

Internally, he was pondering what stereotypes existed about... whatever she was that would lead someone to think she was too tall for normal doors.  Did she belong to some ethnic group that had a tendency for size-shifting quirks?  What ethnicity had that tendency?  He was pretty sure quirks were semi-random, in that while people tended to inherit quirks related or identical to those of their families, there were no ethnic-specific quirks outside of incredibly small and inbred groups.  And what was this about writing?  Did she do poetry?  Fiction?

These were all questions that he had no intention of asking her about directly.  At least not all at once.  Then he might be stuck here all day, listening to her blather on with that indignant tone to her voice.  Once she finally finished, Kousuke just stared at her for a moment.  Silent... Waiting for her to suddenly continue.  When it seemed like she was waiting for him to speak, he finally replied.

"...Is that a "yes" or a "no" to my original question?"

He tilted his head to the side as he asked this follow up.  His face was still blank and neutral, as was his tone. 

Kousuke was fairly certain that his question had been answered by Imekano asking what made him think she knew anything about doors.  But... better safe than sorry.  Maybe she'd prowled the grounds for hiding spots away from "Wajin" long enough to notice oddities or entrances that were hidden from the main path.  Or, maybe she didn't know that she'd seen a secret door, but she did know she'd seen something weird or a student appearing from somewhere that there didn't appear to be a door.

Upon Kousuke receiving his answer, he prepared to simply turn and leave.  Since she didn't know about any doors that might fit that T-rex girl, and hadn't seen anything that might SECRETLY be a door that big... he had little reason to continue their conversation.  Not to mention, she seemed hostile to being interrupted or spoken to, at least from his perspective.  He'd even done his best to keep from starting an argument by simply not responding to the offended statements, on assumption that trying to refute her directly would simply lead to her calling him a liar and putting words in his mouth.  So... why was she still staring at him?

He paused right in the middle of turning away as Imekano's continued staring caught his eye.  She was twirling her hair with her finger... A tell?  Though, what was it a tell for?  Probably that she was deep in thought.  But what about?  What deep thoughts could lie beneath those eyes?

Kousuke tilted his head again when he heard one of the strangest, and most stupid, questions he'd ever heard.  How could he possibly know anything about this girl's deepest thoughts?  He wasn't her, and he'd only spoken to her once.  Just now.  And said conversation had included nothing about her interests and history, except for one or two tiny hints.  What kind of answer was she expecting?

"I know about your quirk.  You have the ability to change the color of your skin and hair at will, with such complexity that you can blend in with your environment.  It's very versatile.  Perhaps more than you know if you can turn blue." he replied, in a tone just as flat as he'd been before. 

He shrugged, "That's about all, though.  I do not know who you are "deep down".  That would require you to show me weakness, which I do not think you're stupid enough to do."