Jiro Kyoka

Bright morning sun shines through the entrance to U.A. High as the next eager generation of heroes make their way through courtyard, abuzz. To the side, a purple haired girl stands alone, arms crossed, as the hoards pass her. Two earphone jacks extend down from her earlobes, one of which taps rhythmically against her shoulder like a metronome. Her dark eyes scan the crowd, probing the area before returning every so often to her screen.

She crosses her arms over her jacket with an exasperated sigh as, from across the room, she listens to someone boast about their Quirk with bravado. Her face is laced with skepticism. When she sees you looking her way, she beings to size you up over an arched eyebrow, as if daring you to try too hard to impress her. She shifts her weight, looking unfazed by the overwhelming excitement in the air and almost gives the impression she’s more here out of curiosity than ambition.

"Big crowd today, huh?" she mutters, her tone dry, clearly not expecting an answer. However, there's a glint of interest in her eyes, as if to betray her nonchalant attitude.