When Toshinori arrived at the student lounge he was warmly greeted by three friendly faces. One being Risako, who he was already kind of acquainted with. But two new classmates were also there. He had seen them in class before, but because he lacked social skills he had never actually spoken to them. Risako did the honors of introducing everyone.
"Oh! Toshi!" Risako enthusiastically waved. "Over here!" She beamed as Toshinori, now nicknamed Toshi apparently, made his way over to the group. "Toshi?" He quizzically asked, cocking his head to the side. "Yeah! It's way easier than Toshinori." She waved it off. For some reason, the nickname given to him made him feel a little fuzzy.
"Okay! So, I don't think you all have really met before," She gestured between Toshinori and the group. "So let's introduce ourselves!" Toshinori glanced at the other two sitting down. "Toshi, this is Kumiko Itami." He had heard that name before but never had a face to go with it. Kumiko was very small. She had platinum blonde and curly hair that fell to her shoulders. She gave a gentle wave and smiled. "Her quirk is called siren. She can say commands and whoever hears her will follow them! It's a pretty awesome quirk I think." The enthusiasm in Risako's voice made Kumiko blush. "But, because of her quirk, she doesn't like to talk much." Toshinori could tell how timid Kumiko was. He gave a friendly smile.
"And this is Katsuro Shima," Risako gestured towards the other student. "His quirk is-"
"Risako, I can tell him myself. I'm not shy." Katsuro stood up and stuck out a hand for Toshinori to shake. "Katsuro Shima, you must be Toshinori Yagi. We've heard a lot about you." Hesitantly, Toshinori shook his hand, questioning just how many people actually knew who he was. And how did they know?
He glanced Katsuro over. Very tall, 6 feet tall at least. Frizzy orange hair framed his face and he was lanky. Not very built. Not very good for combat, Toshinori noted. Still though, he was lean and appeared to be agile. Toshinori tried to determine his quirk just from his looks, but he looked fairly normal.
"My quirk let's me read anyone's mind. You're right, it's not very suitable for combat." Katsuro laughed, but almost in a rude way. Toshinori felt his face become hot all of a sudden. How embarrassing, he thought.
"Don't worry, I can only read your mind if I touch you. Once I pull away though it stops." He chuckled. He seemed to have an attitude. An attitude along the lines of, "I'm better than you".
A kind of awkward silence filled the room. Risako noticed and immediately attempted to break the tension. "O-Kay! Let's get back to it shall we?" She giggled and sat back down next to Kumiko. "So, Toshi, we were just going over the basics of rescue missions. How to handle them and all of that fun stuff, heh." Toshinori took a seat across from Risako and Katsuro followed suit.
After a couple hours talking and studying on search and rescue missions, Toshinori grew very tired. Looking for any excuse to leave, he sheepishly pointed towards the clock. "Hey uh, it's getting late. Should probably get going." He stood to take his leave, but Risako stopped him before he could make a move. "Awwe what? It was just getting good." She cutely smiled, cocking her head to the side. "No problem, I should probably get home too. Mom's probably wondering where I'm at." As the group began to disband and gather their materials into their bags, Katsuro made a somewhat sly comment.
"You know, you must have really impressed the principal Toshinori." Confused, Toshinori raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Getting into UA by recommendation is one thing. But quirkless? I can't imagine how much money you must have forked over to be here." Taken aback by Katsuro's words, Toshinori went to defend himself, but Risako beat him to it.
"Toshi did not buy his way into school Katsuro. Don't say things like that!" She swatted his arm, almost playfully. "Sorry Toshi, you can ignore him. He gets a little ornery sometimes." Katsuro smirked, before responding. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to make assumptions." He waved it off.
Toshinori, feeling a little awkward now, cleared his throat and began to make his way out the door. "Well really should get going. Thanks for all the help." A solid wave goodbye, and Toshinori was on his way back home.
On the walk home, he reflected on the day's events. Taking a break from training for a day made him realize just how sore he was. The study group helped him to catch up on some things he had missed in class. He was grateful for the information shared with him. Risako was very kind to invite him, he thought. Kumiko also had some good notes and pointers for the group. But she never said a word. If he remembered correctly, Kumiko was the top student in the class. Academically at least. He hadn't seen much of her combat skills, but her intelligence was beyond ordinary. She got into UA on recommendation as well, presumably for her intellect. Her quirk is something special too, if used correctly it could change the hero world as Toshinori knew it to be.
On the other hand, the other group member, Katsuro, seemed to have a sour taste in his mouth the whole time. At one point during the session, after hearing many off the wall comments from him, Risako leaned over to Toshinori and whispered, "He's usually not like this. I think he's just having a bad day." Toshinori couldn't help but feel it was due to his presence that Katsuro acted this way. Bad first impression maybe? He wasn't sure but it didn't bother him too much. As far as he was concerned, he didn't go to UA to make friends. Friends could be a bonus, if the cards were played right, but otherwise Toshinori was more focused on the education aspect of UA.
Finally arriving home, after what seemed like the longest walk of his life, Toshinori trudged upstairs and climbed into bed. Hoping to relax some before dinner, he was really feeling the aftermath of training now. Every muscle and bone in his body seemed to ache. He stretched, yawned and ended up falling into a much needed deep sleep, that would get him through til his alarm the next morning.