#I just realized that Shota tossed the water bottle that Red Shoes gave him.

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[heycallmeladytypewriter]

A Call of the Siren - Chapter Three

A/N: Hey this is a shorter chapter for now but chapter four is already in the works and much longer. We finally get more into the classes and more interactions with our favorite Lord Explosion Murder. I am also looking for a beta if anyone is interested! I don’t own My Hero Academia. I only own my own characters and the story I create within Horikoshi’s masterpiece of a world I’d love to live in.

Chapter One Chapter Two

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“Class 1-A...1-A...1-A...goddamn where is it?!” Delia whispered to herself, frustrated. She was never good with directions. She was already on edge today due to the fact she was almost caught by her mother with the wrong uniform on. She had bought her local school’s uniform and it was currently stuffed in her locker to change into before she got back home. She lightly pulled at the end of her braid while she tried to look at the school map again. 

“Oh, uhm hi! Are you looking for 1-A too?” A nervous voice said from beside her.

Looking up from the paper, she was greeted by a boy with messy green hair and a red face. 

“Hi!” She decided not to tell him she actually knew him. At least not yet. She didn’t want him to look at her like she was crazy and a stalker. “Yes! Any chance you know?” 

“I’m a little lost too but maybe two minds are better than one?” He was so flustered with his red face and jerky hand movements - it was adorable. 

They walked around the corner and found it down the hall. Walking up to the door, they both stopped.

“Why is it so big?” 

“Are there giants who go here?” He asked in response.

Before her nerves could get to her, she opened the massive door. She immediately heard two familiar voices. It was Angry boy and the guy from the entrance exam. They both stopped talking once they noticed her and Midoriya at the door. Actually, the whole class turned to look at them. She was pretty sure they both wore matching red faces at this point. The blue haired one straightened his back and marched on over to them without delay. 

“Good morning! My name is Tenya Iida-“

“Uh, hi! I know! My name is Izuku Midoriya. “ he said waving his hands. “It’s super nice to meet you.” 

“Midoriya, you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn’t you?” 

“Huh?”

“You must be very perceptive. And YOU!” Delia was totally fine with watching the exchange before she realized Iida was gesturing to her. She blinked, “ uh, hi?” And did a small wave with a raised eyebrow.

“You also realized there was something more! I saw you as well run to the aid of that girl. You both are superior students!”

“Uhhh..well-“

“I know that messed up hair! Oh, and you too!” Another voice joined the conversation from behind her. Turning, she saw it was that small girl from the practice exam. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Angry Boy with clenched fists at his desk. His head was tilted slightly meaning he was possibly listening. 

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Bakugo’s POV:

Oh course fucking Deku was here. 

The bastard ruined everything. He was supposed to be the only one from their school to make it to U.A. He was the best. It only made sense. 

His eyes slid over to the girl standing next to him. It took a moment for him to realize it was the girl from the park he kept running into every time he went to train. She had a puzzled look on her face as that Somei private school douche suddenly pointed at her.

He was used to her in baggy shirts and shorts with messy hair but today her hair was pulled back in a thick braid down her back. She wore the standard girl uniform but her tie was crooked. Her blue eyes were striking even from here.

… It annoyed the ever loving fuck out of him for some reason. 

Of course Deku and this brat would be in his class. 

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Delia’s POV: 

“If you're just here to make friends, you might as well pack up your stuff now.” A deep voice said from behind them. The class whipped their heads over to the giant yellow bag on the floor by the door. “Welcome to UA’s Hero Course.” 

What in the actual…?? Delia was just blinking while she could hear Uraraka and Midoriya were making nervous whimpers beside her. 

“It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That’s not gonna work. Time is precious.” 

This man looked so tired as he emerged from his sleeping bag but gave off such an intimidating vibe that had Delia nervous to speak. He is a Pro, of course. Who he was she didn’t know but knew she was going to find out real quick.  “Hello, I’m Shota Aizawa, your teacher.” Well that much she figured despite the class being shocked before a uniform was thrown at her face. 

Aizawa had led them out to a large practice ground rather than the orientation that everyone was itching to attend. He quickly nipped that in the bud with dictating how he will run class as he saw fit and that the Ministry of Education needed to catch up on how we are not created equal (something she was sure her family would have an opinion on..) before she heard him address a classmate. “Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam.” Delia looked over to who he was possibly talking to and saw it was Angry Boy.

So that's his name. Bakugo. It was kind of nice to finally have an answer to that question. 

“What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?”

“Sixty-seven meters, I think.” Bakugo replied. Wow. He actually can speak in a normal tone. Delia had only ever heard him yelling at her like a psycho no matter what tone of voice she used. 

“Right. Try doing it with your Quirk.” Aizawa instructed as Bakugou stepped into place. “Anything goes, just stay in the circle.”

“All right, man you asked for it.” What a cocky way to talk to our teacher on our first day, Delia thought, Kid’s got some balls.  

“DIE!” With that, he blew up the sky. A massive explosion sent the ball flying until it was no more than a small dot in the air. Delia couldn’t believe the sheer power Angry Boy - no, Bakugo - had all this time. 

As he commented on knowing the limitations of our quirks, Aizawa turned the device towards the class: 705.2 meters. 

How was she going to compete with that?

The 50 meter dash was a bit difficult as she couldn't see how to use her quirk for that so she just full on sprinted. Thankfully, she had spent the last year running on the beach and it gave her some decent speed. 6.7 seconds. Okay, not great but she’ll take it as Uraraka ran slower than she did.  

The strength test was difficult and pathetic.

As well as the long jump. 

The side jump felt fine. 

Finally, the softball ball test. 

“Bell, your turn.” Aizawa tossed her the ball which she nearly dropped as she walked to the base. Delia was getting nervous and fed up with her performance. She made it this far only for her teacher to kick her out the very first day. 

No, not today. 

“Sometime today, Extra.” A lazy, smug voice called out. She didn’t have to turn to know who it came from. Blowing the hair out of her face, Delia squared her shoulders. Well, fine then. 

In a quick motion of her hand, she pulls all the water out of everyone’s water bottles to form her signature water whip and shoots the ball into the sky before she had lost her nerve. 

“Finally.” Her sensei mumbled while showing the number. 567.3 meters. “ Learn to apply yourself and stop acting like you don’t have a quirk.”

Delia nodded stiffly and walked back to the group as Midoriya replaced her in the circle. She felt a nudge on her arm. “ That was pretty awesome!” The boy with the spiked red hair whispered to her with a giant grin. She couldn’t help but smile back, “ Thank you. Sorry for stealing your water.” He shrugged and waved her off, “It was a worthy cause. Can’t have you getting kicked out on day one with a power like that!” Delia started to tug at her braid, not used to any positive attention for her quirk. 

“My name is Delia Bell, by the way.”

 “I’m Ejiro Kirishima.”

She smiled again before turning back to what was happening just in time to see Midoriya throw the ball with outstanding force. “Mr. Aizawa.” He curled his hand with his newly injured finger into a tight fist, “ See? I’m still standing.” 

Delia was impressed but unsurprised since she’s witnessed it before from the entrance exam. And considering who his mentor has been. 

Everyone was flipping out but she noticed one person was not a happy camper about this at all. Bakugou was hunched and practically steaming with anger as his hands started blowing off mini explosions. Then he rushed towards him, “DEKU YOU BASTARD! Tell me how you did that or you’re dead!” 

Aizawa immediately threw out his scarf and stopped Bakugou in his tracks. “Back off.” 

Delia rolled her eyes at Angry boy still fighting against their teacher over what she was sure was an over dramatic reason and reached down to her water bottle before pouting. She used up her water with everyone else’s. Frigger frick. 

Aizawa had them go through a few extra tests before finally showing their rankings. Delia clenched and unclenched her fists at her side as the projection popped up. Her eyes were scanning as quick as they could..Bell..Bell..Bell..Bell! 

Delia Bell : 21st place out of 22. 

She felt defeated but relieved all at once. She wasn’t out but she had some serious work to do. Delia sadly looked over to where Midoriya was standing. Biting her lip, she went over to him quietly and put her hand on his hunched over shoulder. She figured words weren’t the best in this scenario. 

“And I was lying, no one is going home.” He clicked the screen away along with all of our ability to blink or move for a minute. Somewhere in her head, Delia heard a record being scratched. Aizawa grinned (if you want to call it that) before continuing, “That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it you’re all in the tests.”  

You ABSOLUTE motherf- 

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Delia was putting her school shoes in her locker when Uraraka bounced up to her side.

“Oh. Hi?” 

“I just wanted to say thank you for helping me out in the entrance exam when I was stuck!”

Waving her hands at the smaller girl, “ Oh my god no stop that. I wanted to thank YOU for trying to talk to them into giving me points afterwards. That was so nice of you!” 

“How did you- never mind. It was no problem because you deserved it. I mean you ran to me when everyone else was running away. I could’ve been squished!”

“How about we call it even then?” Delia laughed as she saw them going back and forth over this for a while. They started to walk out of the building when Uraraka grabbed her sleeve and started running towards Midoriya and Iida. 

“Oh, it's the infinity girl!” Iida exclaimed before seeing Delia catch up next to her. “ and the girl who stole all of our water!” 

Feeling her face heat up, she laughed a bit. “I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t thinking about the after effects.” 

“Oh, it was totally worth it! I’m Ochaco Uraraka and this is Delia Bell.” Uraraka gestured to herself and then Delia before pointing to the boys. “Let’s see. You are Tenya Iida and your name is Deku, right? Midoriya?” Midoriya damn near choked when he heard that. 

“Uh, well...My name is actually Izuku. Deku is what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me.” He anxiously explained. Delia scrunched up her nose and squeezed the books she held lightly against her chest so hard the edges of them bit into her hands. Delia promised herself to make sure to trip Angry Boy the next time she interrupted one of his runs. Maybe even drop one of his weights on his foot or maybe just a good old fashion punch. 

“Oh! I didn’t realize that. I’m sorry. But you know what? I like “Deku.” It could make a great hero name!” She threw her fist in the air before she smiled at him sweetly, “Plus, I think it's kind of cute.”

“Deku it is!” 

Delia burst out laughing and shook her head. Boys are so simple. As she listened to her new classmates bicker, she smiled at them. “This is going to be an interesting year.” Delia hooked her arm through Uraraka’s arm, who practically bounced at the gesture, and followed the boys down the hill towards home. 

Oh, how she would eat, get sick from, and violently throw up those damn words later. Baka.

[shaydeoffical]

Bright as a Diamond. Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem Reader: Chapter Three

Summary: When (Y/N)’s co-worker decided to send a picture of her making a diamond to the paper, her life was over. Gemstone based quirks weren’t all that rare, but being able to make a diamond put a target on her back. After years of hiding in the city, it’s time to hide in the countryside with her Uncle Shota Aizawa and his more than ‘roommate’ Hizashi Yamada. With the promise of training her to be self-sufficient, she’s ready to learn.

Settled

Chapter Four: 

https://ambershaydeoffical.tumblr.com/post/611717748218904576/bright-as-a-diamond-hitoshi-shinsou-x-fem-reader

Chapter Two: 

https://ambershaydeoffical.tumblr.com/post/190831750029/bright-as-a-diamond-hitoshi-shinsou-x-fem-reader

   Just as the day before, I woke up to screams. Again I didn’t hesitate and busted out of my room, spiriting to where Hizashi was rattling the house. This time a few pictures had shattered, and I had run right through the danger zone.

   Busting open the door, I saw the spider from before, and Hizashi atop the bed. Jumping up with him, I kept my eye trained on the eight-legged eyesore. Hizashi started screaming again when it jumped on the bedpost, and I covered my ears in pain.

   “We just gotta jump again,” I reasoned, trying to speak over him. I noticed the sheets were turning red,  blood oozing from my feet. “Hizashi, stop it.” I sunk lower into the bed, grabbing a pillow to cover my ears.

   When Hizashi took a breath, I covered his mouth and stopped the racket. “We are getting out of here, no- fuck fuck-“ When Hizashi shifted, I lost balance and tumbled into the floor by the spider. A flip flop clad foot squashed it before it came any closer to Hizashi or me.

   “What are you two doing?” Shinsou was half asleep. He removed his foot, and I could see the body twitching. My vision blurred, and bile tried to crawl up my throat.

   “Shota was supposed to kill it yesterday,” Hizashi whined, then looked at his bed.

   It was then I realized I didn’t have a bra on and covered my chest with a fallen pillow.  Having a spider in the same room was bad enough without feeling so exposed. It didn’t help that Shinsou was staring down at me like I was an idiot.

   “Am I bleeding?” Hizashi looked himself over.

   “(y/n) is,” Shinsou stiffened, looking at the puddle forming at my feet. What a jerk, acting all weirded out over my blood. Like he’s never seen blood before. Pfht.

   “My baby.” Hizashi flew from the bed and kneeled on the floor. “I caused this.”  

   “No I just- I just knocked over a glass on the way to your room. It’s fine.” I comforted him, running my fingers through his hair. “It’s just a little glass.”

   “I’ll get the first aid kit.” Shinsou hurried out of the room. Good riddance.

   “Can we get out of here?” I asked, ogling the carcass beside me.

   “Sure, hold on.” Hizashi helped me up and supported me as I walked on my toes.

   Once on the sofa, I kept the pillow tight to my chest and waited for the medical kit. It was sat on the coffee table, followed by Shinsou toting a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

   “I can get it,” I took my foot in my lap, but his pale hand took it from me and stretched it out.

   “It looks deep. Just let me.” He asked me a question as he probed the area. “Do you want to remember having glass dug out of your foot?” It was an odd question.

   “Not really, I’d rather not. But I can-“

   The shock of having glass removed with a spider encounter had knocked my ass out. Not only was it midafternoon now, but I had missed breakfast. Both of my feet were wrapped in gauze and propped above my heart. A blanket had been tossed over me and tucked in, and my pillow was under my head.

   “Shota, Hizashi?” I called sitting up, head spinning. It hadn’t been a very restful nap, but it had lasted long enough for the pain to dull.

   “They went out for breakfast.” Perking up and peering over the couch, Shinsou was in black shorts and a loose t-shirt. Did he stay the night? “It’s just us. How insufferable.”  He turned back to the kitchen.

   “It’s no cakewalk for me either,” I huffed, standing abruptly and yelping. That’s right, my feet were cut to hell and back.

   “You forget already?” He peered back into the living room, spatula in his hand. That damned smirk… I’m going to get so strong he’s gonna regret ever knowing me.

   “Of course not,” I quipped, crossing my arms and using the blanket to cover my chest. “Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to make breakfast.” Turning my nose up, I tiptoed past him and saw that he was done cooking his meal.

   “Don’t let me get in the way, Kitten.” He took the chair I had sat at for dinner the night before, working on his omelets.

   Cracking my neck, I started the rice cooker, mixed a few pieces of fish in with veggies. It wasn’t a secret I couldn’t cook to save my life, but I wasn’t about to let this flop in front of Shinsou. Minutes passed, meticulously eyeing my food, and turning it every so often. It hadn’t changed color yet, but I knew it took time. Still, I kept vigilant eye over the meal.

   “This is painful to watch.” Shinsou snuck up on me and reached around my waist, turning the stove on. All the color drained from my face, and then he plugged the rice cooker into the wall.

   Words failed me. So instead, I just put my head down and kept working. I figured the prick would push on teasing me, but he went back to his meal, getting a fresh cup of coffee.

   What a prick, I could have figured that out. Maybe I wanted to coat it all with oil before starting it up. Or I was waiting till he was gone form the table? Why was he watching me anyway? God, he was so- just.    

   Burnt fish filled the air, and when I glanced back down at my meal, it was scorched. “Oh crap,” I mumbled, pulling it off the stove and pouring it onto my plate. My fish fell apart, my vegies were shriveled and charred.  I checked the rice, it was soggy.  When I looked back, Shinsou was still at the table, going through his phone.

   Glowering, I took my plate, and juggled a glace of water, sitting on the opposite end of the table. Chin held high, I sat like a lady and brought the first bite of wet rice to my lips. I was waiting for Shinsou to say something. Insults had to be rattling in his head, surely he’d say something.

   Popping a piece of fish into my mouth, I swallowed without much thought and started to choke.  Playing it cool, I scoffed. Nothing came up. I could feel the bone sliding down the back of my throat, and I coughed harder, catching the dumb assess attention.

   “You’re turning red,” Shinsou stated, jogging to my side of the table. I held my hand up to keep him away. Hacking my lungs out, I gave up on playing it cool. Napkin in hand, I finally hacked up the bone. Drool rolling down my lips. If this wasn’t embarrassing, I don’t know what would be.

   “I’m good, just a bone,” I sighed, pushing my plate aside and laying my head on the table. “What a shit morning.”

   “If you say so,” he took my plate and his to the kitchen, and I heard the tap turn on. Why would he be doing my dishes? Did he plan to brag to Shota later about how helpful he is? Or how incompetent I am?

   Setting aside my worries, I realized that I still didn’t’ have a bra on, and my blanket had fallen during my coughing fit. My face burned as I darted down the hall, ignoring his calls of curiosity as I skidded into my room. We didn’t wear shoes in the home, so I put on some thick socks, and noticed my training outfit had been washed and put back in the box. I slide it under my bed and put on a pair of yoga pants and a loose coral tee shirt. I tied the bottom of the shirt into a knot, then pulled the top part of my hair up onto my head and to the side. Rocking an 80’s vibe.  

   Deciding to work on the boxes I had to unpack. I tripped onto my bicycle. Sure, I hadn’t ridden in years, but I was going to need a way to get to work. I was lucky that the jewelry store I worked for had serval smaller branches. Of course, I wouldn’t be designing rings anymore, but acting as a retailer. It would put a little money in my pocket and give me a reason to get out of the house during the week. Plus, since I would have daytime hours, I could focus on studying at the store.

   My bike was mostly together, so I just put it aside and sat it against the wall. A sad smile graced my lips. The last time I had ridden my bike, it was with dad. He had taken me down a beautiful trail just before sunrise. He told me that one day when I was older, we would do a sunset ride. He taught me the importance of chasing after mundane but beautiful things.  

   “(y/n), the world is full of diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. People spend their entire life trying to accumulate as much as they can, but this. The sunrise is just as beautiful, free, fleeting, and accessible to all. Don’t be blinded by material things, my love. Find your own sunrise, and don’t let it go.”

   I didn’t know what he meant back then. But now that I know I have his quirk…I understand. Making a small ruby in my skin, it came out in my palm, splitting the skin before sealing it back tight. The stone was perfect in every way. Flawless. Gripping my hand around it, I crushed it to dust with my quirk and walked over to a jar that was sitting by my futon. I piled the dust in with the rest and sighed. Even if I didn’t like my quirk, I had to keep it in tip-top shape. Practice was key.    

   My stomach growled, and I felt the trauma in my throat. I didn’t have to like it, but I needed to eat something. Trudging out of my room, I had a clear path to the kitchen. Sneaking through quickly, I made it to the fruit bowl and plucked an apple from the dish. Munching happily, I made quick timing getting to the core.  Shuffling in the other room alerted me to Shinsou.

   The purple-haired ass was in a get-up similar to Shota’s hero costume. Only with his scarf, he had on a mask of some sort. It reminded me of Hizashi’s amplifier. He was by the door, doing up his shoes before heading to work, I presumed.

   He left without a word, and I scoffed. Of course, he wouldn’t announce his departure. Shinsou was a senseless scoundrel. I had no clue what Shota saw in him, hell maybe uncle Sho made him like that. But it didn’t matter, I hopefully wouldn’t be seeing him again anytime soon.

   Hizashi was the only one that returned, toting several boxes and a mattress. It was my furniture. We spent the next few hours trying to assemble all the pieces.  

   “Um, put peg C into board X, then connect to port D, making sure that the front of board X faces peg N.” I read the instructions aloud, it was the third time we had tried to put my desk together. The bed was reasonably straightforward. Just a metal sleigh bed with a decorative sticker for the top panel. The nightstand had been a pain, but after two attempts, it was sturdy enough to call done. The desk, on the other hand, was taking forever.

   “(y/n), which is piece X?” his blonde hair was dragging the floor, his head bobbing as he forced pieces together.

   “Umm, it looks like peg G but with another connector point.” I fumbled through the leaflet, finding the picture of the piece.

   “I think I used that for the drawer.” He opened the door, and even I could see the random peg hanging out the top. Hizashi held his breath, and shut the door, laying back on the ground.

   “We know what makes you go speechless.” Uncle Sho leaned against the open bedroom door, take out in hand.

   “We’ve been at this for hours. He stopped screaming after we finished the bedside table.” I reported, focusing on the diagram, trying to rework how we could change out the piece without taking it all apart.

   “Let’s eat, and I’ll help afterward.”

   “Really?” We both perked up, stars falling from our eyes.

   “Yes, the foods getting cold. Come on.” Instead of going to the kitchen, he passed our meals and sat on the floor with us. He took the manual from my hand and began to go through the steps.  

   “This has been more exhausting than my biology homework,” I grumbled, twirling noodles around my chopsticks and shoving them into my mouth.      

   “How are classes going? You’re closer to the university, now, right?” Hizashi passed me a packet of soy sauce, and I nodded.

   “Yea, I’m doing well. Nothing too crazy so far, but classes did just start back. I could take in-person classes now, but I think I’m going to play that by ear.” Shota raised his brow, then turned the page, taking a bite of his meal without looking down.

   “You’re smart. I always knew that I was going to be Hero, so I never thought about furthering my education. Now I’m teaching, I’ve earned a few certificates, but I really admire your gumption to get your hero license and your degree.”

   Forcing a bite down my dry throat, I nodded. “Yea, I got that using mom’s coal quirk. Even then, I was being secretive…” I forced a bitter smile. “But I wasn’t cut out of hero cloth. It was just an option at my school, and I got it for the experience. Mom said agencies are more likely to hire someone with a hero license for personal protection. It’s why I got a job at a jewelry store. They liked I was allowed to do security work.”

   “I never thought of it like that,” Hizashi nodded, “that’s a solid plan. Where do you get your brains from.”

   “My side clearly,” Shota hummed, sipping his tea.

   “Yea, my dad is a total airhead.” I laughed before my stomach flipped. “Or he was. But he was really creative like he created designs for watch companies and car interiors. What mom made up for in smarts, Dad made up in fun. They balanced each other out for sure.”

   “Your father was a great man.” Shota agreed with me.

   “He sounds it,” Hizashi perked up the tone. “Now, how about that desk.”

   “Yea, you got it worked out Sho?”

   Another three hours and the room was all set. Shota had figured out that we had to completely reassemble the desk, but the second time went faster.  Then we all pitched in, dusted, mopped, and organized my room. All the furniture was a peachy white, and all the bedding and curtains were a soft lavender and blue mix, with pops of pink. My clothes were tucked into the closet, and the boxes in the garage outside for when I had to move out.

   “Hey I have a little surprise,” Hizashi came in holding a stereo. “It’s my old boombox, I figure you could annoy Shota with it.”

   “Oh, thank you.” He sat it on my nightstand and patted the top.

   “This brought me a lot of joy as a child, I hope you can get some good use out of it.” Hizashi sauntered to the door. “Dinner will ready in a few. Just hang out till then. Maybe explore a bit.”  

   “Okay, I will.” I glanced outside, Hisoka the cat was bathing on my window sill. Taking this as an excellent opportunity to introduce myself, I slipped on a sweater and tiptoed to the front door.

   Once my shoes were on, my feet didn’t hurt nearly as bad, so I was able to jog to the window.  Hisoka gave me a curious glance, tucking his tail to the side to get a better look at me. His fur a beautiful grey color, nice and sleek, with big green eyes, like a wisp of smoke in the night.

   “Meow mo mow,” I mimicked a cat, closing my eyes and putting my hand out. I read once that cats saw eye contact as a direct threat. Hisoka let a long mewl, then I could grasp his slick fur. Grinning like a fool, I contently listened to his verbal displays of pleasure as my hands slide all over his little body.  

   “(y/n), dinner!” Hizashi used his quirk to catch my attention, and Hisoka ran off into the forest.

   “Next time, little buddy.” I smiled, standing up. “Coming.”