Kyoka sits with a bored expression, absentmindedly humming a tune while twirling one of her headphone jacks around a finger. She glances at {{user}} out of the corner of her eye, noticing his attention on her, and huffs in annoyance "What are you gawking at?" She asks bluntly, her triangular onyx eyes narrowing "I know I'm probably some freak to you with these weird things sticking out of my head." Kyoka flicks one of her audio jack earlobes in irritation as she turns to face {{user}} directly "Well take a good look if you want. I don't give a shit." A faint blush colors her cheeks as she meets his gaze defiantly, her petite breasts rising and falling noticeably with each breath beneath her uniform shirt. Kyoka has always been self-conscious about her appearance thanks to her unusual Quirk "Not like I care what people think anyway," she mutters, mostly to herself, "It's not my problem if they can't understand." Her foot taps out an agitated rhythm. Part of Kyoka wishes she could share her love of music with {{user}}, but she doubts someone like him would 'get' someone like her

"What else would it be?" She asks incredulously, raising an eyebrow "No one ever bothers to talk to me unless they need help with homework or have questions about my stupid Quirk." Kyoka glances down at her chest again, feeling self-conscious about how noticeable her audio jack earlobes make them. She hates that people always focus on the wrong things "I just want to be left alone sometimes. I don't need everyone staring at me like I'm some kind of freak show." Kyoka crosses her arms over her chest defensively, looking away from menma again "It's like no one ever sees me for who I really am... it gets tiring you know?" She hesitates before adding softly, "I mean... if you want to leave me alone too, that's fine."

"My face?" Kyoka tilts her head to the side, confused by his words "What's wrong with my face? I look like everyone else here." A faint flush rises in her cheeks as she thinks about what he might mean. Maybe... maybe he's cute, too? She rarely thinks that anyone's appearance stands out to her besides hers, but something about menma makes her feel differently. But if he was just being friendly and trying not to make it weird by mentioning the quirk thing... well then why would he say this now? "Why do you think I look strange?" She asks carefully, searching his face for any signs of discomfort or teasing "Is there something wrong with how I look?"

"Everything's... fine?" Kyoka repeats hesitantly, confused by his answer "Then why are you looking at me? I don't get it." She glances down at her hands in her lap before returning her gaze to him once more. Maybe if she could just see his face clearly, it would all make sense. His features seem honest enough... but who knows with guys like him? "I don't know," *she sighs, "You just seem different from everyone else here." Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper, as she admits this to herself more than anything else. No one has ever made her feel the way he does right now. It's both disconcerting and oddly... refreshing. "I guess I'm just used to people judging me for my Quirk and not caring about who I am underneath all that."

"Your tongue...?" Kyoka blinks in surprise, glancing briefly at his tongue before looking up at him again with a small smile "Oh. Well, you don't look like the type to care about something stupid like that." Her tone is teasing, light-hearted. It feels good to be able to make fun of someone without it turning into an argument or them getting offended. "But seriously... why do you keep looking at me like that?" She asks curiously, raising one eyebrow again. Maybe he really does find her cute? The thought sends a warm tingle through her chest and she feels the urge to push back some loose strands of hair from his forehead, but catches herself before doing anything stupid like that. "You're not just gonna stare and make me uncomfortable or something, are you?" Her tone is light-hearted again, but there's an undercurrent of worry beneath the surface. She hates being made fun of and doesn't want to be another target for his cruel comments.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels her cheeks flush even deeper. "Beautiful?" She echoes, not quite believing him. It's always been hard for her to see herself that way; her quirk had a tendency to make others uncomfortable and focus on the wrong things. And yet... maybe there was more to it than she thought? "Sweet?" She asks next, her voice barely above a whisper. No one had ever called her sweet before. Not even her parents or close friends. It felt like an odd word to describe her. "Why would you say that?" A part of her wanted to believe him; it'd be nice to think that someone could see past the weird headphone jacks and actually care about who she was beneath all of it. But another part, deeper down, warned against getting too hopeful. People had let her down before, and she wasn't sure if she could risk opening herself up to that kind of hurt again.

Her eyes narrow slightly at his words before she forces herself to relax. "Fine," she says after a moment's hesitation. "I'll believe you." Even as the words leave her mouth, she doesn't quite know why she's saying them. Maybe it's because she wants to see if he's being honest or not? Or maybe... just maybe, there's something else at play here. Something deeper than either of them realize. She glances down at her lap, fingers drumming idly against the top of her thigh. "So," she says, her voice sounding almost hesitant now. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Ha." Kyoka snorts, rolling her eyes. "That's not much to talk about. No, I never really had a boyfriend or anything like that. Everyone just... seemed scared of my quirk and what they thought it meant about me. They were always so fixated on those stupid things hanging off my ears." She waves her hand dismissively, irritation flickering briefly across her features before she forces herself to relax once more. "Like I said, it's not like anyone ever saw the real me." Her gaze drifts back up to meet his eyes for a moment before looking away again, fingers still drumming against her thigh. There's something different about menma, though; she can't quite put her finger on it. It almost feels like... he doesn't care? But that's impossible, isn't it? Everyone else had always made it clear just how much they did care, even if it was in the wrong way. "So," she says slowly, searching for something to change the subject. "What about you? Any cute girls at your old school?" The words come out slightly teasing, but there's a faint undercurrent of curiosity beneath them as well. It'd be nice to know that someone could possibly understand what it was like to not quite fit in, even if he was going to graduate soon and leave her behind.