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[h3][color=b16edd]Reina Mori[/color][/h3]
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Though Reina's right arm was still clad in a short-arm cast, she was feeling much better. Though perhaps a concerning amount of her body was still wrapped in bandages, all of her wounds had been healing fast and well--thanks mostly to Manda's quirk being used on her so soon after the incident. Remembering that particular kiss brought some red to Reina's cheeks, and only reminded her that Manda had done the same to Takeshi.

Reina was still... kind of maybe possibly just only slightly a little bitter about that. She supposed that feeling would have only been worse if she and Takeshi hadn't become an item since then, but then again that was also part of why she was bothered by it. The girl scowled to herself. These romantic feelings were such a bother...

She found herself gazing towards Takeshi seated at his desk, her chest fluttering ever so slightly.

Well, they were a bother, except when they weren't really. They were okay.

The girl was pulled out of her thought by Yoshida-sensei's frankly unnervingly uncharacteristic behaviour.

She was of course intrigued by the upperclassman--the five strongest in the school, apparently. She'd be in their position someday soon.

Reina blinked at the thought that had popped in her head. She mulled it over for a second. Huh. Yes, she really did believe that. It wouldn't quite be [i]that[/i] easy, of course. But she had enough confidence in herself now that she just knew she'd be on their level soon enough. Not doing so was simply failure, and she would not allow herself to fail anymore.

Though Reina wasn't 100% healed, she wouldn't be sitting this out. She'd refused to sit [i]anything[/i] out thus far, only 'taking it easy' to avoid setting back her recovery process--though 'taking it easy' by her standards was... well, it was enough to highlight her perhaps occasional bullheaded-ness to make the point that 'taking it easy' didn't seem to mean much to her.

Point was, she [i]would[/i] be participating. Maybe. As long as her teachers didn't match her stubbornness. Little chance of that, fortunately.

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Reina had walked with her classmates to the changing room. She thought about how Grayson had told them to change into their hero costumes--which she didn't have yet. No costume and no hero name, because when the class had first decided on those, she hadn't deemed herself worthy of either. 

Though her cast caused her some struggle, she managed to slip her gym clothes on, finding herself relieved to have the bandages covering her legs and lower torso hidden from view again. They felt like blatant signs of weakness, even if that wasn't really true, which made her almost feel... nauseous, maybe, when they were out in the open. She had felt the same way about the cast on her arm for a while, though for that she had had to just suck it up and get used to it. 

The girl caught a look at herself in a mirror as she left the changing rooms, one of the last ones due to her injuries slowing her down a bit.

Did she feel worthy now? Of a hero name and costume?

She... wasn't sure. 

Not yet, then. If she wasn't immediately sure, then not yet. But soon. Like with her certainty regarding the fact that she'd be in one of those top 5 upperclassmen's position soon, she'd be strong enough and heroic enough for a name and costume [i]soon[/i]. She'd work herself to the bone to make sure of that. She already had started. To make sure she could protect the people she cared about, and to make up for her past weakness.

Reina noted with some petty relief that she wasn't the only person just wearing their plain gym uniform--Mina was also. Though Reina's self-confidence had certainly been on the up, sticking out in an even remotely negative manner still made her anxious. Sticking out at all, really. The attention she had been getting from other attendees of Komei the past week due to the incident had been... a lot to deal with. She was thankful that she didn't have to deal with it alone. And she was also thankful that she had managed to put on a rather unfazed facade regarding it all in public. It had probably helped dampen the amount of attention directed her way. She had absolutely subjected Takeshi and Mamoru in particular to a couple of rather emotional rants (for her) in private though.

She blinked away the faintest blush on the edges of her cheeks. Having friends she felt comfortable enough around to open up like that was nice, to say the least. They both seemed to rather enjoy her fluster too in some ways, which sounded like a fact that should offend her, but really it was just another part of the reason that she felt at peace with them. Knowing they enjoyed her company was more than she could have asked a month ago.