[ Outside point of views have always been easier to discern than showcasing his own. Goro starts there: ]
It's rare to encounter anyone who considers it odd. Perhaps you're one of those few exceptions. [ At long last, Goro moves: he fetches his bag, tugging at the laptop sheltered within. Booted up, accompanied by a few taps across the keyboard, an opened browser window afterward -- he sets the item down carefully atop her desk, presenting a news article near the start of his lawful career. ]
You're free to look around beyond what's shown to you, Okumura-san.
[ And if Haru chooses to do so, she'll find that the comment sections in particular are littered with stupefied bafflement; each editorial piece held an audience that referenced deja vu or difficulty recalling that someone like Goro Akechi has ever existed. It begins to wane if she edges closer towards the more recent column, an implication that he began to establish better control over his Quirk or he's just toying with the populace to better recognize the extent of his own capabilities. Even then, there's always that one wayward reply that held residual reminders of being so easily forgotten. ]
Physical contact isn't the end-all for Quirks like mine. It's an obstacle, but hardly a detrimental one. Sensei, on the other hand... [ He won't elaborate regardless of the harmless, amused lilt. Haru will piece it together eventually or she's already well aware of it; their teacher and his poor, newly found severely dry eyes -- the moment he steps out of that classroom door, it's like Akechi readily decides that he's not in the mood to receive the attention of their fellow peers, blathering on about being classmates with a celebrity; he ceases to "exist" in their memory, up until their teacher walks back in, languidly relaxed, tired gaze, somewhat irritated, pointed right at him in regular intervals. ]
I appreciate your approach to an uncanny situation like this, Okumura-san. It's earnest and refreshingly upfront. That's why I'd like to return the favor and honor your efforts. The alternative wouldn't be very pleasant, and I'm sure you wouldn't be appreciative of secretive tactics being used against you, so...
[ Snooping around behind her back, discovering more than what he ought to. Moving on, though: ]
Shall I make an educated guess? The reason why you remember that I was ever there at all.
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It's rare to encounter anyone who considers it odd. Perhaps you're one of those few exceptions. [ At long last, Goro moves: he fetches his bag, tugging at the laptop sheltered within. Booted up, accompanied by a few taps across the keyboard, an opened browser window afterward -- he sets the item down carefully atop her desk, presenting a news article near the start of his lawful career. ]
You're free to look around beyond what's shown to you, Okumura-san.
[ And if Haru chooses to do so, she'll find that the comment sections in particular are littered with stupefied bafflement; each editorial piece held an audience that referenced deja vu or difficulty recalling that someone like Goro Akechi has ever existed. It begins to wane if she edges closer towards the more recent column, an implication that he began to establish better control over his Quirk or he's just toying with the populace to better recognize the extent of his own capabilities. Even then, there's always that one wayward reply that held residual reminders of being so easily forgotten. ]
Physical contact isn't the end-all for Quirks like mine. It's an obstacle, but hardly a detrimental one. Sensei, on the other hand... [ He won't elaborate regardless of the harmless, amused lilt. Haru will piece it together eventually or she's already well aware of it; their teacher and his poor, newly found severely dry eyes -- the moment he steps out of that classroom door, it's like Akechi readily decides that he's not in the mood to receive the attention of their fellow peers, blathering on about being classmates with a celebrity; he ceases to "exist" in their memory, up until their teacher walks back in, languidly relaxed, tired gaze, somewhat irritated, pointed right at him in regular intervals. ]
I appreciate your approach to an uncanny situation like this, Okumura-san. It's earnest and refreshingly upfront. That's why I'd like to return the favor and honor your efforts. The alternative wouldn't be very pleasant, and I'm sure you wouldn't be appreciative of secretive tactics being used against you, so...
[ Snooping around behind her back, discovering more than what he ought to. Moving on, though: ]
Shall I make an educated guess? The reason why you remember that I was ever there at all.