From the moment Kosei Academy had come into view, Ryoma's odd purple eyes had been staring at it, taking in everything that the massive school had to offer. Thoughts were racing through his mind, he barely heard anything that was said during the opening ceremonies. What would people think about him when they heard his last name? Thank goodness he had his glasses. How was he supposed to become a hero with a Quirk like the one he had? Those any many more thoughts were going through his mind, but he tried to put his focus on the ceremony.

His lips curled into a frown when he heard about the ranking system. He definitely wasn't the type to go around challenging people for their rank, and it wasn't like he was going to outshine anybody in any other categories. Look like he'd stay a low rank for a while. But that was okay, he was lucky, and grateful, to be accepted into a hero academy at all. He just hoped he could make his sister proud.

Makoto Otonashi, a famous hero, legendary even, with a Quirk that made most people jealous. People of all ages looked up to her. Ryoma did to, but not because she was some amazing hero, but because she was an amazing big sister. Supportive in every way despite the fact that Ryoma's chances of becoming a hero were slim. When they had last spoken a few days ago, she was already talking about the two of them teaming up. Just the thought of that made Ryoma smile.

After the opening ceremony, they were given the chance to explore the campus and really do whatever they wanted. Ryoma instantly felt lost, he had absolutely no idea what to do or where to go. There were so many people going off any doing so many different things. He didn't want to just waltz up to someone and start a conversation, that really wasn't his thing. After a minute of thinking and looking lost, he decided on the perfect thing for him to do.

Ryoma found himself a nice, quiet, spot underneath a tree. He took a seat and pulled out a book from his messenger bag. The bag had been a joke gift from his sister. It was one of those messenger bags they made for a specific hero, this one being Makoto of course. She had even signed it. It was now Ryoma's favorite bag to carry around. The teen set the book on his legs and looked around, the sudden urge to try something rising up.

Curiously, Ryoma looked toward one of the smaller buildings. He reached up and removed his glasses from his face. His eyes were immediately assaulted by white. The familiar glow surrounded the people nearby, and the ones in the building he had chosen to look at. Ryoma let out a whistle. There were a lot of people here and just in that one area. "There are so many people here..." Once again, Ryoma was so glad that he had his glasses. Already his vision was starting to blur.

He put his glasses back on and blinked a few times as his vision readjusted. Now that he had gotten that out of the way, his turned his purple gaze to the book on his legs. Here he was at this massive school full of people with Quirks just like him, and the first thing he wants to do is read. His sister was right, the glasses suited him for more reason than one.