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"Ah guess?" You get what he means, but looking at the sandwich in your hand, even if it was twice as long, it wouldn't be big enough for you to consider it a full breakfast. "Can't say no to Momma though, can ya?"
>"Of course not. They'd do anything for us, the least we can do is accept what we are given and do our part." He says, pausing for a brief moment and looking away, at the wall by the entrance. "Now mon ami, are those our grades? I'd like to see how dazzling I was."
"Oh, yeah. Ah mean, yes!" You mumble out, barely paying attention as he walks away before turning the other way and shoving the sandwich into your mouth. It was by far the longest interaction you’ve had with the boy thus far, but it was definitely the most successful as far as your appetite is concerned.
It's not your momma's cooking, that'd be even better, but you can't possibly deny it's one hell of a snack. Good enough at least to make you forget your mission for a minute as you chew through the soft baguette.
That's the excuse you give to yourself at least, when Sato is able to not only walk into the classroom, but up to the exam results on the wall without you even noticing.
You hear a sigh as you approach him, watching him lean closer to the paper with a large frown while running his finger down the side of the list.
"Ya don't sound too pleased, sugah." You comment. You realize and stifle the giggle that comes to you from calling ‘Sugarman’ that. "Didn't get the score you expected?"
>"No. I got exactly what I expected." He says with a pained look, bordering on grimace. "I wasn't expecting anything good after…" He suddenly goes quiet and looks at you, downtrodden. Exactly the type of mood you had hoped to foil today. But no, you were just <span class="mu-i">too</span> busy appeasing your gut rather than keeping to your morning plan. Guilt creeps up from your core as if some karmic burp from Aoyama’s sub.
"Yeah, rushin' headlong at Cementoss probably wasn’t the best idea, his quirk barely drains his stamina." You comment, trying to recall more of his exam with Red Riot along with some hero trivia. "Especially after the first minute or two of tryin'."
>“That’s the worst part. I couldn’t think of anything else! Not in the moment at least. And by the time we even wanted to, we had to keep fighting just to keep up with the closing walls, we never even had the chance to regroup and approach him differently.”
Sato drubs the wall to the side of the paper, his posture so slumped that his downcast eyes are almost level with your own. The boy seems to blink repeatedly before turning his head away, in a way that compels you to move closer so that you can continue to listen to him. What you hear was not meant for you, but for himself.
>"Just ended up tired, dull and useless. And then I just keeled over on my own. What good is a brute that can only punch at walls? Not even through them.”
