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[color=a0410d][b]Location:[/b] Chihaiten Academy
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Yoshiba [@Inkarnate][/color][/center][hr]Rikuo saw Robin stop to ask another student if they were going to the right place, then another student seemed to encourage them to get a move on. Seeing as all three were already headed inside, Rikuo slid into the Hall. His eyes scanned the crowds, as if trying to look for someone familiar. However, it soon became apparent that he didn't know anyone there. Figures, his classmates from before might have enrolled in UA if they ever wanted to become Pro-Heroes. After all, they had all the freedom in the world to do it. He pushed his glasses up and then began to walk around to find a place to sit. Since he arrived pretty late, there weren't many seats available. He wanted to actually save a seat for Robin and those two others, but it would seem that the free chairs were pretty spread apart. Figuring that he would find a way to talk to them later on, he just randomly picked out a chair.

Sitting next to that chair was a girl with blue hair... which seems to be gripping the sides of the chair she was sitting on. She looked pretty much pissed off. Seriously? This early into the day, it would seem that something already happened. He looked over to the other students but didn't find anyone who looked particularly bad. Rubbing the back of his head, he looked back at her and cheerily said, [b][color=a0410d]"Hey there."[/color][/b] He then sat down on the chair. Seeing as no one had been claiming the chair earlier, he simply assumed that no one was sitting there. Hopefully, the girl with the moving blue hair didn't mind. The orientation was starting soon too, so he didn't have time to worry about it. Knowing that she seemed pissed off, he held off introducing himself in fear that she might just blow up at him. He greeted her as a sort of formality, but didn't really expect a reply to come out of it. 

Now that he found himself a seat, he let himself relax with his hands crossed and leaned back onto the chair. He was just there to listen - it wasn't like anyone would reprimand him because of posture.