Imos had found himself wandering through this sea of bodies, his larger than average frame and uncompromising pace letting him go nearly unimpeded by all the pushing until he finally arrived at the classroom, a bit early but that suited him just fine.<br/><br/>Taking a seat he let his mind wander, particularly to what had happened yesterday. In hindsight he really wanted to slap himself, the cops were absolutely right to berate him. Not only had he rushed in without thinking, he hadn't even bothered to check on Ino's wellbeing afterwards. He hadn't been trying to help, he had looked for a thrill. This time that worked out, he had gotten his thrill and the ones that had stood behind him had been shielded, but a hostage situation like that could have easily gone south when he waltzed in like that...<br/><br/>He sighed, being a hero sounded SO much easier on paper, an exciting life, people grateful for the help, maybe even a way to be remembered forever... in truth it was a mess, most of his peers here wasted no two thoughts on anyone else, he included himself in that category if he was honest, and the Quirks depending on their nature were almost always used for selfish reasons... Honestly "Hero" was probably not the right word for graduates here...