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"Come on, have some fun for once in your life."
The final class of the day had just ended and Yoshimura Moha was being a nuisance.
Tsunagu should have expected this. He had felt her staring at him throughout the class as they worked on a self-assessment of their goals for the year. He had written a detailed response, taking up all the lines provided and nothing more. He wondered if his classmate had gotten anything done, since she seemed far more interested in dragging him to the city than reflecting on what they had learned.
He had started to organize his supplies when she appeared as soon as the bell rang. Though he was always careful with his textbooks notebooks and the like, he wanted to make sure everything was in order before he went to start on his homework. He had purchased his schoolbag with some of the money he earned with his work-studies, so he was also careful not to overfill it. He wanted to keep it in perfect condition, even if mending it would not be so difficult for him.
"I apologize, but I cannot come," he said politely, glancing at his classmate without stopping in his packing. "My schedule is too tightly packed today."
Yoshimura's horns drooped at his answer. This was not the first time she had wanted to spend time with him and he knew it would not be the last. Sometimes, he wondered what it would be like to interact with people his own age, but...
Why do you talk so weird?
Can I work with anyone else?
You're too weak to be a hero.
Did you like the flowers I left for you?
...he would have to keep wondering, because he could no longer handle the ridicule that used to be commonplace toward him.
"I wish I could," he added quickly as he forced the memories away, looking down to zip his bag shut.
"Hakamada, listen" she protested without considering his words. "We're seniors now. This is going to be the last year we can let loose before we’re too busy to even think about having fun. Why not hang out with us instead of locking yourself away?"
Tsunagu was already too busy, but he would be oversharing if he said anything. He was the only person in his year that transferred into the hero course. Naturally, he was forced to work harder to catch up with his peers. He had to learn two years' worth of information in one and even though he had stellar grades, he still feared he was not doing enough to prove that he deserved to be among such strong future heroes.
Besides, he was not locking himself away. He was studying in a place that was much quieter than the library or his apartment, which had thin walls and loud, rude neighbors. He had gotten permission long ago to do so, so why should he not take advantage of the quiet to work and maybe train at the same time?
"I appreciate your concerns, but I really must be going," he said with a finality he hoped Yoshimura caught.
She sighed as he stood, stepping away. He wondered if he should offer her a "next time", but that would be a lie. Her ideas of fun, like arcades and karaoke, were not his ideas for a fun time. The former felt too juvenile for him, as he never liked such places even as a child. The latter would be embarrassing, as his voice still cracked awkwardly at times.
"Hey!" he heard a familiar boy's voice from the doorway. "Forget about him and come on!"
He turned and saw that it was a student from their sister class, one whose name escaped him. He often saw him and Yoshimura together during breaks and joint training exercises. He did not know either of them well enough to know what their relationship was, but they seemed close enough.
"Coming!" she replied as she finally turned and began to walk away. She called out to him as she met her friend. “See you tomorrow! Maybe you’ll come next time.”
Tsunagu did not reply as he watched the two leave the classroom. He was now alone as he pushed the chair neatly into his desk. Though the classroom would remain empty for the rest of the day, he did not want to stay.
He pulled his bag over his shoulder as he exited the room, sliding the door shut. His gray wolf keychain slapped against his leg as he walked. It was from a gacha machine he spent too much money on during his first week in the city. He had tried for the black one until he realized he was wasting his time and money, which he received monthly from his parents back home. At least his siblings had liked the extras he had sent home at the end of that week.
There was a working elevator, but he decided to use the stairs. Walking was good exercise and the lines were never worth waiting for. It was also meant he would be continuously moving, which he preferred due to not wanting to speak to anyone at the moment.
He traversed down the stairs until he was finally approaching the lower floors. Younger students lingered, some taking in the sights of the enormous school. Others were conversing quietly, no doubt about how exciting it was to be in their dream school.
Tsunagu could remember his own first day. He had memorized each important room during a tour of their wing, not wanting to waste his time by becoming lost. He even poured over maps before and after, memorizing every room that might be useful for him in the future.
Despite the school’s size, it was easy for him to get accustomed to the layout. Now entering his third year, he no longer needed to use the maps. Everything was clearly labeled to begin with and he had not once became lost, which was not something everyone could say.
He had to walk around several students who were not paying attention to the flow of traffic. He retrained from scolding them, not wanting them to notice just exactly who was walking through their floors.
Despite this effort, he heard it quickly. The whispers he had grown accustomed to were suddenly all around and it was very difficult for him to ignore.
"Hey, is that...?
"Ohh, it's Hakamada...!"
"Did you see him at the Sports Festival? He was amazing!"
Tsunagu’s stomach churned, but he steadied himself before showing any discomfort. This was the expected result of being among the top students in the entire school. He had placed in two Sports Festivals in a row. He was offered the coveted transfer from the management course, something that had not happened in over a decade. His work-studies had gotten people talking about his potential. Many considered him one of the most hopeful students in the country and several agencies were trying to scout him, even though he already had plans with a certain office in Tokyo.
He had accepted that he was popular. As long as he continued to grow stronger, he would only rise higher. It was the natural state in the heroic industry and he would use it in hopes of reaching more people. Just like All Might, he would bring hope to the public in their darkness hour. Nobody would be left alone and broken after a horrifying attack. He would do his best to save them and prevent yet another tragedy from occurring.
Still, understanding the reality of his situation did not make him feel completely calm. He still felt a vague sense of dread as he walked, forcing himself to tune out the whispers. If he wanted to be a successful hero, he needed to be confident. He was nearly an adult he could not allow petty words to hurt him. Gone were the days he feared going to school, knowing that he would be the target of cruelty. Now he was what others aimed to overcome, a model student who was expected to do great things.
Thankfully, nobody directly spoke to him as he finally made it to the floor he was seeking. It was a familiar walk now, one he could make blindfolded. The main classrooms were on this floor for the first years, including several empty spares. It was a school filled with superpowered teenagers and sometimes, incidents occurred that made the usual rooms uninhabitable. Tsunagu remembered his own classroom's window being broken from a misfired quirk in the first week, which earned them all quite the lecture on the rules and common sense.
One of the spares had unofficially become his study room. He even had a key, given to him by his confused but trusting homeroom teacher after he asked if he could use it after school. As time passed, he began to train his quirk as he studied, storing some of his fibers in the back. One of his older teachers even loaned him her loom machine out of excitement of a young person appreciating the fiber arts. It reminded him of his father, so he gratefully used it once his work was done for the day.
He approached the classroom and pulled out the key, feeling a sense of relief. He unlocked the door, expecting the room to look exactly how it did two weeks before, the last time he had entered. It should look clean and nearly unused, save for the supplies in the back.
As he slid the door open, he swore he saw something… strange.
He swore he saw a flash of red moving from a middle desk toward the back of the room. He happened to blink as this sight registered in his mind and when he opened his eyes, whatever he had saw was gone. The room was empty, seemingly untouched.
Tsunagu stood at the entrance, confused. He blinked several times, but the room remained empty. He was sure he had saw something, but that was probably impossible. The door locks were powerful, so only a very specific quirk could bypass them.
He stepped inside cautiously. It was possible that he had witnessed the remnants of a quirk, though he did not know why they would appear in a locked room with only himself nearby. Or perhaps he was not alone and had witnessed someone transforming into whatever the flash of red was.
He hesitated on shutting the door, but he shook his head and slid it shut. Locking it, he decided that even if he did see a person, he could handle whatever they were doing on his own.
He went to his usual spot in the front of the room, the middle desk. He placed his bag on it, his curiosity growing over what he had saw.
Deciding he needed to take a moment to investigate, he began to inspect the room. He started at the podium, finding it as ordinary as it had been since he first saw it years before. He even checked the chalkboard, though it was perfectly clean. He never used it for studying, as he hated how the chalk clung to his fingers and threatened to make a mess of his uniform.
He checked the rest of the room just as swiftly. He did not open each desk, as the odds of anything being inside were too slim to entertain. He felt that he was wasting his time, but it would annoy him to the point of distraction if he did prove that he was.
He even checked over his craft supplies, neatly paced in the unused shelves in the back. Everything was still tightly wound together and the yarn he had not yet used still had its packaging around them.
He sighed, realizing he had wasted his time. It must of been his imagination, though it was a strange thing to imagine. He needed to get himself together and begin his homework. Just because it was the first day did not mean he was given a small amount, especially as a third year in the hero course.
He shook his head as he backed away from the shelf. At the same time, he used his quirk to gather two yarn balls from the pile. Though the weather was getting warmer, he thought of his younger siblings’ complaining that their house was cold. Not only would they love something made by him, it would also be good practice in using his quirk while multitasking.
After ensuring he had picked their favorite colors, he finally went to take a seat in his usual spot. He set the yarn aside with his quirk as he took out his first assignment: an English essay. Though it was not due until Friday, it was the one subject he did not want to be careless about. It was a difficult language to learn, but it was very important. Tokyo saw many English-speaking tourists and he wanted to ensure that he could communicate with them during an emergency, which was sure to happen in the largest city in the world.
He used his quirk to pull out the rest of his supplies, tugging at the fabric rings he had added for ease of use. He reread the essay’s requirements at the same time, finding that the topic would be easy to plan. He just had to make sure he structured his words correctly in English, which he had a decent amount of confidence in after several years of serious study in both middle and high school.
Soon, everything was situated and he reached for one of the high-quality pens his mother had gifted him during his last visit home to Kurashiki. He then used his quirk on both of the yarn balls. Quickly, they both unraveled as he began to knit, allowing them to float above the desk. Muscle memory ensured that they would be the perfect size for kindergartners, though he would have to check from time to time to be safe.
He watched for a moment before he was satisfied with his starting point. He began drafting his essay in his notebook, aiming to at least finish the draft. His longest assignments would be the two for his hero courses, but they would also be the easiest to complete. He always completed his general classes first, since they usually were the hardest.
He was alone and the silence was beautiful. Yūei had been kinder to him, but he felt better when he could work alone. It was a flaw he was aware of, as he knew teaming up was essential if he wanted to be a good hero. Many of his classmates aimed to work alone, but he knew it would only make his dream harder to achieve if he did the same.
As he often did when alone, he could not help but glance at the empty spot to his left. It was a spot that should not be empty, but it had been for eight years. This was not a dream he was supposed to achieve alone, but he had no choice now. Sayako was gone, the victim of a villain attack that still tormented him in his sleep. He wished he could say the memory was cloudy and vague, but he remembered it all with startling clarity. Her bloody kimono, his own screams as the life left her eyes before she knew she was dying-
He shook his head. He was used to carrying the grief and the dream that originated with her. It was all he had left, the only way she could live on. They shared the same power and it would be a shame if it died with her, unable to help a single person. Now was not the time for him to be overwhelmed by grief. He could process his sadness before he went to bed, allowing himself to be as bitter or as sad as he needed to be. He needed to graduate on a high note and he could not do so if he was lost in his memories.
He forced himself to continue the essay. Soon he was making good progress, not making too many mistakes. Maybe he could edit it today after all with enough time left over to finish his other classes.
As he began to consider whether this was a realistic plan, he heard it.
A loud slam against wood and a startled cry, both sounds far too close to him.
His head shot up from his work. He initially believed someone had tripped or was pushed into the door, perhaps as a result of fooling around. If that were the case, then he would have to go and make sure they were okay. It was yet another divergence from his schedule, but what else could he do? Someone could have hurt themself and that was not something he could ignore.
He looked at the door as he went to stand, freezing as his stomach dropped. The sweaters stuttered and nearly fell in his shock as he unconsciously gripped them tighter with his mind.
He was no longer alone. Perhaps he never was alone.
There was a student he had never seen right in front of the door, rising on their knees from the floor.
At once, Tsunagu noticed several things. He could not identify what course they were from, as a solid red scarf covered the buttons. They were a good deal shorter than him, like the majority of students. They were also wearing pants instead of a skirt, which lead him to believe that maybe he was staring at a boy.
But the most striking feature he could notice from behind was the boy’s hair. It was gray, but the style was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It reminded him of a double ponytail, but also of an origami figure. The tips looked sharp enough to cut his finger if he poked them. He wondered if this could be part of his quirk, as he was sure that not even hairspray could make it look so sharp.
He shook his head and brought himself back to the present. The student's hair should be the least of his concerns, considering he was moving slowly off the floor. He could be injured, perhaps with a bloody nose or a bumped head. He might be hurt and he was thinking about his hair style?
Tsunagu stood, remembering his training. It would be easy to asset the situation with only the two of them in the room. Any injuries should be minor unless the boy was particularly unlucky. A trip to the nurse’s office might not be necessary, but he needed to properly see his face in order to rule it out.
The boy was halfway standing in the time it took for Tsunagu to start moving. He turned around as he did, revealing his face. Dark eyes widened as he noticed how long the boy’s eyelashes were. He could not tell if they were natural from a distance, but that was not important.
Tsunagu was going to speak, but the boy opened his mouth. He waited, only for the boy to snap it shut just as quickly. He seemed surprised and maybe a little embarrassed, which must of been why he decided not to speak after all.
“Are you alright?” Tsunagu decided to ask, saving the boy from having to talk first.
He did not voice his confusion or concern, instead waiting for a response. He still did not know what kind of person he was talking to, so he wanted to be cautious in order to avoid conflict.
The boy did not reply. Tsunagu could see that he was still shocked and he was beginning to wonder if it was because he was speaking to him. Students had gotten shy around him before, especially if they were not in his year or course.
It would have to be fine. He could carry the conversation. He offered his hand, breaking the silence once again. “You didn’t hit you head, did you?”
As he studied his face further, he realized that there was no signs of blood or bruising. Bruises could form later, but maybe this boy had gotten lucky to avoid injury altogether.
The boy looked at his hand and his face suddenly flushed. He backed away before standing quick enough to make one feel dizzy. He still did not take Tsunagu’s hand, opting to lean against the door for a moment.
Suddenly, it hit him. This boy a fan. It was so obvious with how the boy was trying not to stare while bushing. Maybe he was intimidated, blushing out of embarrassment due to falling in front of him?
Tsunagu lowered his arm. Before he could speak, the boy suddenly spoke in a rush.
“Thank you, but I’m okay,” he said, his voice awkwardly pitched. It made Tsunagu wonder if he were talking to a younger student, though it was impossible to tell from voice alone.
“Are you sure?” he asked, still eying the boy to make sure he was not just trying to save face. He still had so many questions, but it did not feel right to ask right away.
“Yes, I’m not hurt at all,” the boy answered, pushing his gathered bangs away from his face, revealing both eyes for a moment.
He then swallowed deeply, glancing up at Tsunagu. His face was still red as he spoke quickly. "I apologize for disrupting you. I'll make my leave now."
He turned away, gripping the lapels of his blazer tightly. Maybe he was trying to look casual, but Tsunagu only saw anxiety in his posture. He imagine he would feel anxious too, falling in front of a stranger he possibly admired.
But as he began to walk away, something inside Tsunagu snapped. He had so many questions and really, the boy was not fooling him. Something was bothering him and the desire to help felt overwhelming.
Maybe that was why he snagged the boy’s arm with his own blazer’s threads. Or maybe the years of being alone suddenly caught up to him, making him act in an nearly desperate manner.
Regardless, it made the boy freeze. He turned his head, giving Tsunagu a confused look.
"What...?" he uttered, his eyes as wide as they could go.
Quickly, Tsunagu answered with his own questions. “How did you hide without me realizing it? And why are you in here to begin with?
The boy jerked his arm harshly, snapping the threads. Tsunagu did not try to grab him again. He wound the threads to his sleeves, fixing them. He glanced at his work and found that it looked adequate enough.
He expected the boy to flee, unnerved by Tsunagu’s insistence. But instead of leaving, he only gripped his upper arm with his left hand. He did so tightly, his nails gripping the fabric hard.
He gave Tsunagu an annoyed look and ignored his questions. “I really must be going.”
The boy whipped his head forward before walking to the door. His footsteps were silent as Tsunagu watched, making no attempt in stopping him. It was clear he did not want to talk about what had happened and he was not going to make him more uncomfortable.
Why was this bothering him so much? He was only a peer, most likely not even in his year. Most likely, he would never see him again. So why was he watching him go instead of going back to work?
The boy unlocked the door, his fingers wrapping around the handle. Then, before he could slid it open, he suddenly froze. He turned to look at Tsunagu, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What time is it?" he asked, his voice almost too soft for Tsunagu to hear.
He did not expect such a question. Tsunagu checked the watch he was gifted after being transferred, frowning at the numbers that greeted him.
"Nearly five," he answered, realizing that he would not have time to finish the essay if he wanted to sleep at a normal hour.
The boy gasped as his entire body went rigid. "Oh-oh no. How is it so... I didn't mean-"
He exhaled and it almost sounded like a wheeze. For a moment, it was like Tsunagu was no longer present. The boy was lost in his thoughts as he raised a hand, grabbing at his hair and harshly yanking.
Tsunagu was moving before he realized it. He was not sure if the boy even realized what he was doing, but surely he should stop him from causing himself harm.
Before he could form words, he grabbed the boy’s hand. He stilled immediately, allowing Tsunagu to pull it away from his hair without resistance.
“Let go,” he said at the same time. “There’s no need for such a reaction.”
The boy’s face reddened more as Tsunagu let go, already regretting his choice of words. It also hit him that he had grabbed a stranger’s hand as if he were a small child. He probably made him more uncomfortable, which was the last thing he wanted out of this situation.
For several moments, it was silent. Tsunagu was crafting apologizes in his head while the boy seemed to be processing what had just occurred. Whether it was the source of his panic or the sudden handhold, he could not tell.
"Huh?" the boy finally uttered, breaking the silence.
Tsunagu took a deep breath. He could fix this. He had to. The fact that the boy was not yelling or fleeing was a sign that if he trended carefully, he could mend the situation.
"I apologize for making you uncomfortable," he said, bowing his upper body briefly to stress that his words were true. “I only wanted to help.”
The boy looked at him oddly before shaking his head. "No, no, it’s not..."
He trailed off before sighing, rubbing a hand over his eyes roughly. "This was a mistake. I should have never came here."
Suddenly, Tsunagu realized that he might have an answer to one of his questions. He remembered his own anxiety on his first day and the anxiety of others. One of his classmates had missed an afternoon class, too anxious to do anything put panic.
When the boy did not elaborate, Tsunagu took this theory at face value. “Is it the school’s prestige or size that’s troubling you?”
The student’s face went pale as he stared at him, answering in a low tone. “…how did you figure it out?”
“Just an observation,” Tsunagu answered. “I was wound up on my first day, too.”
He had hoped sharing his feelings would help, but the boy was still looking stiff. His breath was heavy and Tsunagu could only imagine how miserable he must be feeling. There was more he could do to help and he figured he knew exactly what to do next.
He nodded over to the desks in the front of the room. "Come and sit with me. You look like you’re about to fall over.”
The boy took a step back and Tsunagu wondered if he was finally going to flee. “N-no, I can leave. I’m just in the way of your work, aren’t I?”
Maybe he was, but Tsunagu found that he did not care. So what if he was going to have to rush and maybe stay up a bit later? It would be worth it if he could reach this boy and help him with his anxiety.
"I insist," he reassured him. "You’re not bothering me at all.”
The boy glanced at the setup before he sighed. He did as he asked and walked up to the front of the room. Tsunagu quickly followed, his long legs allowing him to reach the desks first.
"Sit," he said, pulling the chair from the desk next to his.
The boy did, folding his hands on the desk. He looked away nervously as Tsunagu sat down next to him. It made him feel a bit better that he was now seated, but he needed to do something to help calm him down and find out exactly why he was hiding in a room he should not have access to.
He thought about what to do next, thinking about what he knew about helping those dealing with anxiety. Though his classes taught him some skills, it was his mentor that really stressed how to calm others in a panic. This was not exactly a crisis, but he was sure her advice would be helpful for them now.
He looked at the boy, realizing he did not know his name. He should of asked earlier, but that was easily fixed. “What’s your name?”
The boy looked at him. “Oh… it’s Kamihara. Kamihara Shinya.”
Kamihara Shinya. A fine name, in Tsunagu’s opinion. He repeated it in his head, enjoying how it sounded.
“Well, Kamihara,” he replied. “My name is Hakamada Tsunagu. May I ask how you ended up hiding without me noticing?”
The boy, Kamihara, shrugged his shoulders. “It was just my quirk. It’s called Foldabody and I…”
He lifted one of his hands, pointing two of his fingers up. Before Tsunagu could wonder what he was doing, his fingers suddenly flattened and began to unravel. It reminded him of ribbons or maybe long, thin pieces of paper.
“I can make myself as flat as paper with this,” Kamihara explained, watching his own fingers turn into small, thread-like appendages. “I…”
His fingers suddenly turned back to normal as he sighed. He looked away again. “I was anxious. I thought I could calm down in a few minutes, so I slipped into this room I thought nobody used. Too much time passed and when I heard the door opening, I panicked again.”
“You tried to escape, but missed the cracks,” Tsunagu concluded.
“Yes,” Kamihara admitted with a groan. “And now I missed all my afternoon classes.”
He mumbled the last part before folding his arms and resting his head on them. He said nothing more for a few moments, giving Tsunagu enough time to piece together what had happened.
“…this isn’t uncommon, you know,” he said before the silence became uncomfortable. “I remember a student in my year having to go to the nurse’s office due to a panic attack. I can’t tell what course you’re in, but your reaction is not abnormal at all.”
“Nobody is going to believe I’m anything but a slacker,” Kamihara said, as if Tsunagu’s words meant nothing. “I should just go face what I’ve done instead of wasting your time.”
Tsunagu considered his words, glancing at his belongings. The time for staying on task had long since passed and he could not bear to leave Kamihara to worry about his future in the school. Rational or not, his anxiety and fears were very real and it was not something he could ignore.
He closed his English notebook as he replied. “That won’t happen if I can vouch for you. We’ll go to your homeroom teacher and explain everything. I’m sure they will forgive an accidental act born from fear.”
“Really?” Kamihara asked, sounding surprised as Tsunagu began to put his supplies into his bag. “But you must have a lot of work to do.”
“I can handle it,” he replied dismissively. “It’s not a problem at all.”
He then took the unfinished sweaters and folded them with his quirk. He then slid them into the bag before zipping it shut.
He felt Kamihara’s eyes on him as he stood. He gave him an expectant look as he pushed his chair in. “Well, come on.”
Kamihara stood quickly. “Okay...”
“Everything will be fine, I promise,” Tsunagu assured him. “What course are you in?”
“Just the general one,” Kamihara answered, his eyes meeting the shelf in the back of the room. “Were you practicing your quirk before I disrupted you?”
“I practice whenever I can,” Tsunagu answered. “And you didn’t disrupt anything, really.”
Kamihara’s pursed his lips as his eyes lingered on the shelf. “That supplies is all for you, right? I didn’t see a handcraft club being advertised.”
Tsunagu found himself staring as well, feeling suddenly guilty. Had he led this boy on by accident, making him believe he was running a club? He had never intended to foster a creative environment for anyone but himself, but he also never expected to meet Kamihara the way he did.
“…would you be interested in learning?” he asked, his mind screaming at him to stop talking. “If you have no other commitments, you can come back tomorrow and I can teach you how to knit or sew.”
Kamihara gave him a surprised look. “Really? I do not want to intrude…”
Tsunagu was surprised too, but he could not take his offer back. And, for some reason, he did not want to. He knew little about Kamihara, but there was something about him that made him want to get to know him. Since they were in different courses, this was the only chance they would have to speak to each other.
“Really,” he answered. “I’m here almost everyday after class is over.”
Kamihara considered his question for a moment before answering slowly. “I think I can, for a little while…”
He seemed hesitant about something, but Tsunagu decided not to push. You could not learn everything about a person in a day, no matter how interesting they seemed. Instead, he nodded in return, an odd feeling forming within him.
“I would love to teach you,” he said, finding that he meant every word. “But we really should mend your situation first.”
“Oh,’ Kamihara replied, almost as if he had forgotten. “We should.”
“Most of the teachers stay until six, and I believe this applies to yours as well,” Tsunagu said. “If we ask around, I’m sure we can find them.”
He began to walk to the door as he spoke, realizing how Kamihara immediately followed. He unlocked the door as he realized that the situation was no longer making him feel uncomfortable. The thought of interacting with the boy was also not causing him to dread the next day’s promises. For lack of a better word, something about this situation seemed right. Maybe he was making a friend for the first time in his life outside of his family.
He slid the door open, stepping out of the room with Kamihara. The hallway was empty as he slid the door shut, locking it behind him.
As he turned around, he caught the boy staring at him. Tsunagu did not have time to react before he turned around, quickly walking ahead.
“I need to get my bag,” Kamihara said quickly. “I left it in my classroom.”
Tsunagu had to walk quickly to catch up. Maybe if they were lucky, Kamihara’s teacher would be in the classroom. Though if not, he doubted being around him longer would be so bad. There was something about Kamihara that intrigued him and he found that he wanted to spend more time with him, even if it was just them looking for his teacher.
Maybe he would have some fun, just like Yoshimura said.