[center][color=red][h1]Makoto Yamazaki[/h1][/color]

Interacting with: [@Lucius Cypher], [@kidjab][/center]

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[color=red]"I dunno, I trashed those things pretty good," Makoto boasted idly. "Might be able to get the Support class to help though. The suit they gave me is a joke worthy of an ass-kicking, but it does everything I asked them for."

Then she asked him what she thought of the armor, like he was expecting her to give him any ideas. The big red girl thought about it, glancing down at the drawing. 

"Hmmmm... I don't know a whole lot about machines and building stuff," she said, fessing up to her ignorance, "but did you ever think of giving it some kind of really big gun?"

She had other, better answers she'd thought of, of course. Like ion thrusters, plasma shielding, EMP hardening, or ceramic plating to reduce weight. Things that might've been useful, but which he didn't need to hear right now. Not yet. She couldn't risk letting on that she knew that much. Maybe once they got to know each other better. [i]If[/i] they got to know each other better, she had to remind herself. Friends were great, but don't be making any with closet weirdos.

It was about that time that her fears about weirdos was proven immediately correct and a girl with frankly way too much energy for Makoto to handle showed up and asked if she could hug the big girl. She said it in the same kind of way you'd expect to see someone confess in some sort of shoujo manga, and if anything, that put her even more on edge. 

After taking a minute to absorb what had just been said, Makoto stared at the other girl blankly. What she had just been asked was a very odd question, due its fair amount of careful consideration. She'd need to think of a good response.

"... I don't swing that way."

Nailed it.

And then, like a goddamn majestic stallion or a lightning bolt out of nowhere, in popped All Might. Yes, [i]that[/i] All Might. The top hero, the living legend, [i]in the flesh.[/i] So shocking was his arrival that the entire class seemed stunned into total silence. Or perhaps it was just the awe of being in the same room as All Might, the man who'd probably been the inspiration for just about every novice hero in this room (Makoto especially).

Once her star-studded shock wore off Makoto could barely keep in her excitement. She had so much she wanted to ask him!! Was being tall as hard for him as it was for her? How did he buy groceries and do his shopping? What was his love life like? Did people ever stop and stare at him in the streets? Could she get his autograph?

But then, just as quickly (and oddly) as he'd arrived, he was gone. Her party balloon momentarily deflated, Makoto pouted in brief defeat before packing up her stuff and resolving to talk to All Might before class was over. Even if it was just to get an autograph! She [i]had[/i] to. It was [i]required.[/i]

"See you out on the field, Iron Man," she said, waving to the tubby mech-suit kid who sat in front of her.

Out in the courtyard, now dressed in the school's (Plus Plus Plus) Plus Ultra PE uniform, Makoto grit her teeth with a smile and cracked her knuckles meaningfully. Her Quirk may be an absolute pain in the ass in every other way, but if it had come time to show off for the judge's panel, she was confident she could blow them away. Her strength was second to none, except maybe against All Might.

Then Makoto stopped to think about that for a second, and beads of cold sweat started running down her forehead. Oh [i]crap[/i]. She was going to be tested and judged by [i]All Might[/i]. The top hero! If she messed up or embarrassed herself now... and with the way her Quirk tended to make her... overheat... it'd be [i]all over[/i] for her. She thought she might rather die.

Even at a height of three meters, Makoto felt like curling up into a ball. Suddenly she didn't feel like the big tough girl on campus anymore...[/color]