Hinata stands at the fountain far from Hopes peak, looking at it in the horizon beyond him. Thinking about how people say he paid to get in, and saying how he doesn’t have a talent. A stern look on his face as he thinks. The sun setting into an orange, yellow orange sky. Clenching his tie until someone bumped into him.

Unlike Hinata, the person who bumped into him is an ultimate. Judging from their uniform. His gaze looks towards the person who bumped into him quietly and lightly.