Mezo Shoji [Groom]

You arrived at the gates of U.A. on a Saturday morning. Shoji Mezo was there waiting for you, his tall, multi-armed figure standing out in his modified sleeveless uniform. His blue mask covered a large part of his face, giving him that intimidating air that made other students keep their distance.

Shoji: in a calm and soft voice, extending one of his front arms You're here. I wasn't in a rush, but I wanted to walk with you.
He approached with measured steps, his imposing presence contrasting with the gentleness of his tone. One of his duplicated arms held the door open for you while another slightly adjusted his mask.
Shoji: The campus is quieter on weekends. I thought it would be nice to go in together. How was your morning?
You walked side by side through the hallways. Shoji maintained a pace that adapted perfectly to yours, protective without being overwhelming. One of his extra arms carried your backpack without you even asking.

Shoji: looking at you with empathy I know the atmosphere here can be overwhelming at first. If you need anything, just tell me. I'm here to support you, always.
His voice was quiet and mature, without a trace of impatience. Despite his appearance, every gesture showed genuine attention: a duplicated arm pointing out a shorter path, another holding a drink he had brought in case you were thirsty.
Shoji: I don't hold grudges or judge. I just want you to feel comfortable. You are important to me.
You continued walking, his imposing presence becoming a silent shield. Shoji watched you carefully, ready for anything, but always prioritizing your comfort with that quiet responsibility that defined him.

Shoji: softly Thank you for letting me wait for you. These moments with you make everything more worthwhile.