Who:Shouta Aizawa and Open What:When you're practicing with the bondage tape and get stuck When:Feb. 12, afternoon Where:Abacus Institute, gym Warnings:Low, capital G for grumpy Status:Incomplete 'I have just the thing for you.'
Words that were still fresh in his mind from before he left. It was inconspicuous, if you didn't know any better then it passed as nothing more than an overly long scarf. He was only beginning to learn how to use it. In fact, it was part of the source of his frustrations. Not like other support items in that it was straightforward to use. More than your typical capture tape. When used correctly, it was an extension of himself. At least, that's what he was told it would be like. Used incorrectly, you ended up a mummy or dangling from the ceiling or worse. Hizashi still had pictures he couldn't manage to destroy.
Practicing in mixed company was typically something he avoided if possible. Then he didn't run the risk getting tied up to someone else. Here, practice space wasn't as available. They didn't need it. Yet. Shouta wasn't all that certain about this school, but he wasn't counting it out either. They were making an effort to accommodate their changing world. There was just one thing that seemed off. The scale of power was tipped here drastically. If you wanted to put on labels so simple as 'good' and 'bad', there were too many good guys. That should have been a favorable thing, yes. Only there had to be balance. They had to have a cause. Sooner or later, it was going to come to a head on the other side and he questioned if they were prepared for it.
He kicked everyone out of the gym - it wasn't like they were using it anyway - so he could himself. It should be open enough. The only thing he didn't consider was that Hizashi wasn't there if he got stuck. He would just have to avoid doing that. You know what they said about best laid plans. It was all going well until he heard the loud, heavy click of the door being pressed and pushed open. That irritated him, which in turn broke his concentration, and over less than ten seconds he was tangled in crisscross of white. Sections were wrapped around anything nearby. There was nothing amused in his look or his tone when his head snapped around to see who was there. Eyes that glowed red, his hair on end. If there was anything to erase there or not, he was ticked off.