He’d been awake just long enough to hear the final announcement ring out that the test had finished, and that all the robots had been destroyed.
Ryouta, for his part, panted heavily as his thoughts swam heavily in his mind…18, no, no, it was like…maybe 20? That was probably around what he’d gotten? But his mind was in no condition to function properly then, and so he began his trudge back to where the announcements were being held. The grey cloud that hung over his head was a signal of his muddled mind, not dark through emotion or sorrow, but still present, swimming above him gently.
He groaned quietly, his own rubble having hit him once or twice, on top of several close scrapes towards the end with smaller robots, but stayed on his feet, until he heard a voice that said simply, “Oy, get on.” He turned, slowly, in an effort to not dizzy himself more. The person standing before him was a short, yet somewhat stocky girl with incredibly long hair. It almost seemed like it would get in the way…and that was when Ryouta realized this was likely the girl who had rolled off at the of the test. How he’d managed to remember that when he was barely functioning he didn’t know. Either way, his gaze trailed to the outstretched hand toward him, and it seemed as though she were telling him she’d carry him. Ha. Yeah right. People weren’t that friendly. She’d probably want something in return later, but still. He didn’t want to make himself seem awful, but he also felt that his words were more likely to come out in a slur, which wouldn’t help his case, so he lightly shooed away her hand before beginning to walk away again.
That didn’t last long. After only a few short steps, his legs finally gave out, and he plummeted towards the ground face first. Luckily though, she’d caught him before simply stating, “I wasn’t asking.” It was slightly later that she began speaking once more, “Besides, at your current pace would've missed the announcements…” but her voice trailed off quietly as he finally felt his exhaustion, physical and mental, drag him under. And soon enough, dark was all that remained…
He woke up in a room with white walls and bright lights with a killer headache. ‘Ugh…is this what it’s like to be hungover? I haven’t felt this bad in forever…Serves me right for stressing and barely sleeping before the test.’ To his surprise, he heard shuffling beside him, and turned his head, his face practically sinking into the pillow he was on as he did so, and took in the person before him. He did recognize her at least, and it told him immediately where he was. It was the Youthful Heroine Recovery Girl (he chuckled inwardly at the irony of her name, but that just spiked his headache again. Not worth it. Not at all.) which told him that he was in the medical ward of the school.
He groaned lightly as he tried to find his voice, and Recovery Girl turned to face him upon hearing the noise.
“Ah, I see you’re awake now! That’s good, though…hmm.” She sighed lightly, before opening her mouth to speak again, “Now then, I’m going to give you some pain killers before I give you your schedule and room arrangements and then send you off to class,” she said as she turned and reached into one of the cabinets, pulled out a bottle of pills and gave two to Ryouta, who took them gratefully. After that, he began to get up after receiving a medical note for class, and as he stepped out the door, Recovery Girl told him that he may still be a little roughed up, as she could not use much of his stamina to heal the bruises and scratches he’d received, though Ryouta honestly wasn’t too worried about them, and thanked her before turning and leaving. For her part, Recovery Girl could only sigh. The child hadn’t even been that banged up, meaning something else was definitely wrong here. She had a feeling she’d be seeing him again, possibly soon, and shook her head quietly to herself.
Ryouta walked quietly down the halls, the painkillers working wonders for his previously pounding head and all the bruises he’d gained. Not to mention, he felt refreshed, and in a good mood. A rare sight indeed, and one that resulted in only a few wispy, bright white clouds floating above him. The skies were clear today.
He looked to the screen he’d been handed, gazing at the information on it. He’d ended up placing tenth overall in the mock villain fight, something that surprised him greatly. He supposed that maybe others had been having trouble finding and taking down bots at the same time, but either way, he’d rather not complain. He was in. That was what mattered to him. On top of that, there was the rooming in dormitories. That was also a huge surprise, though what wasn’t was that while most had been assigned roommates, he had none. His quirk…didn’t exactly work well in a multi-person environment with a lot of things in it, so he was happy for that. Not to mention, his lack of trust in others would have made having a roommate difficult anyway.
After that, his gaze turned to his schedule. The time on the device listed 8:30 A.M, and his schedule told him that his first class started at 8. Well. This was fantastic. The very first day of class and he’d spent thirty minutes sitting in the nurse’s office. Either way, he trudged off until he found the class, only to see that the room was empty. He groaned loudly, with literally no idea where to go, until a small message dinged, and he looked down to see an alert telling him his class was outside at the moment. He figured it was probably from someone in the administration but was thankful regardless of who may have sent in, and so he walked off once more, his mood dampened slightly, with more cloud cover forming above him.
Eventually, he walked out the doors to the area that the rest of his class was occupying to see them throwing a disc. That must have been the current assignment; he figured as he walked up to the large man that he figured was likely his teacher for the class.
He raised a finger as he tried to get the large man’s attention, “A-ah, Mr. uhh…” he looked down to the paper he’d been given by Recovery Girl to find the teacher’s name before continuing in a slightly louder voice than the near whisper he’d been using before, “Mr. Tsugo? Sorry for being late, but, well, I have this?” His voice was unsure as he handed the medical note to his homeroom teacher, rocking nervously on his feet as he looked up at the man. That uncertainty was beginning to extend into more than just his voice, as, on top of the clouds above him, a veil of fog was beginning to surround Ryouta, making less and less visible to anyone around him, but still, he couldn’t shake his nervousness, so for the moment, it would remain, and only get denser.