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A dreary, overcast sky, so replete with lazy, heavy clouds that they sunk down to blanket the ground as thickly as they did the air—this felt typical for Kirisama, and mundane to its residents. No mystique surrounded the dark silhouettes moving in the distance, nor the lamplights seemingly suspended in midair, nor the glaring beacons cruising along the city's roads. Today, however, a citizen might glance with some curiosity at the roving spotlight that shone from the side of the bulky form of a bus as it passed him or her by. This yellow stream, very much like a ray of sunlight, pierced the fog to alight on some interesting bit of the scenery for a moment, then divert elsewhere as the vehicle moved on.

For Goro, a resident of Kirisama for less than a year, the fog still held some of its mystique. Kirisama might be a pile, maybe even worse than his home town due to all the villain activity over the years, but it looked at least half-redeemable when only half-visible. The fog and the unknown, half-glimpsed shapes within it brought to mind clips of an American movie he'd happened to see some time ago. In it, he remembered, a rolling, nightmarish mist birthed forth horrific monsters to terrify the residents of some hapless American town. Of course, he felt no fear, but between that and sort of feeling like some kind of sentry, scanning the outside for any sign of trouble, there remained just enough of a thrill for him to avoid succumbing to boredom.

Then again, the inside of the bus was far more interesting than the outside, though in an altogether different fashion. Goro's lack of contact with people that might be termed 'non-civilians' prevented him from establishing any kind of expectations in the first place, but never would he have expected this. His eyes, just as radiant and his face and therefore invisible to anyone who might glance at him, had already spent some time roving among the bus's occupants while the light from his face went out the window. Out of the sixteen young people jouncing along the ragged road in their ramshackle kid-container, ten were of the fairer sex, and Goro couldn't help but be feel overwhelmed. 

From the punkish-looking one to the cat-eared girl to the aqua-haired miss, all stood out to him as strikingly attractive. Just thinking about that made Goro furrow his brow, as though he'd already committed some heinous act that might lead the others to hate him. He needed to be thoughtful about every action he took, taking every precaution to avoid coming off as weird or servile while also being as considerate and compassionate as possible. That didn't just go for girls, of course, but for dudes and teachers too. People might blow him off or not take him seriously, he knew, because of his light, and if he did not strive to prove himself the perfect samaritan at every chance, nobody would like or respect him.

Sighing, Goro held a hand to his temples, temporarily blocking the light. The stress would remain with him forever, but letting it mount like that just now would only make things harder. After tightening the drawstrings on his hood, he resumed his vigil and the wait for the bus's jerky chugging to cease.

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Once the bus reached its destination, the passengers -out of boredom or eagerness- did not hesitate to disembark. Goro made sure to allow everyone in his vicinity to go before him before vacating the bus himself. Outside, he was struck first by the cold and then by the sight of heaps of rubbish, the neglected rubble left behind by some tragedy. It stretched out before the group until it vanished into the fog, making it look very much like some ancient ruinous waste rather than just a destroyed section of town. “...How sad.” How many people lost their livelihoods -or even their lives- when whatever wrecked this place came through? What were those people doing now?

Goro shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. Today he needed to focus on the test that lay before him. Once he became a hero, he knew, he could really start helping people like those whose homes and jobs once stood here. Crossing his arms to show his seriousness, he gave the unknown girl who seemed to be the test giver his full attention. She spoke of villains and civilians, which he couldn't discern meant actual people until she produced a little dummy. Her rather rough treatment of it prompted him to stare after the doll incredulously, but in the end he knew that meant a bit less skin off his back. If this test required any formal rescue training, after all, he'd be screwed before he even began.

What the girl said about villains bothered him a touch, since there wouldn't be much point in their special treatment if they were dummies as well. Compared to what Goro took some of the others' quirks to be, like the blue guy's turbines or the collar-wearing girl's metal limbs, his quirk boasted very little use in combat. He could only do one thing offensively. “Just gotta hope that's enough,” he breathed, saying it aloud in an effort to psych himself up. Once again his eyes flitted between the students. Things would be easier if he could strike up some kind of partnership, since allies could benefit way more from it than he could. But who would agree to such a thing? Goro didn't even want to think about approaching someone to ask.

The stranger's brief explanation came to a close with her already halfway through the crowd of students on the way to the bus. Goro moved out of the way with room to spare, wondering about when the signal would come. The anticipation alone made his heart start to beat faster. Noticing another student doing some warm-ups, he took the idea and started to stretch himself, staring out across the rubble while trying to think of a game plan.

Lost in thought, he almost jumped in surprise when a voice a few feet away from him cried out an enthusiastic encouragement. The pretty, red-haired girl it belonged to looked pumped to get started—a bit of warmth and sunniness on a dull, heavy day. He blinked twice. That was what he should be doing! The realization that he'd been thinking only of himself was embarrassing, but he knew how to make up for it.

He clapped his hands, a smile appearing on his face though nobody could see it. “Hear, hear! With a group like this, we're gonna do great.” The last thing he wanted to do was to go out on a limb in front of strangers, but the others would get that crucial first impression sooner or later, so he might as well try to make it himself. “Good to meet you all! Dogorasu Goro, at your service.”