Makoto had been fixing his uniform’s tie when the teacher entered the room, instantly straightening his posture as the older stood in the center of the room. Was that really Tremor!? How amazing! To think that such an exceptional hero would be willing to teach Makoto and his peers, how few there were, made the blonde flood with excitement and pride; and as more and more teachers flooded in the teen could not help but wiggle in his seat with excitement. Was he really worthy of all of this?

	They were gifting him with so much: a place to learn, a home where is quirk couldn’t hurt or be abused, and community where he could create friends and be with people like him. Makoto was already eager to prove himself worthy or all that he was being given.

	Making sure to be the person leading the group of students, the teen stayed close to Arthur. Almost running into the old man when he stopped in the middle of the field. Realizing that he was probably too close to the teacher Makoto quickly went back to the small group, hoping his little blunder didn’t get noticed. 

	When the teacher asked to see his quirk however, Makoto became less excited and more concerned. His quirk wasn’t exactly something you could use to fight with unless he...Makoto scrunched his face in displeasure, however before anyone could notice such a ghastly face the teen quickly turned it into a bright smile.  “Of course Arthur-san! With pleasure!” He sauntered towards his target, but instead of it being the soil soldiers, he walked towards one of the other students; back straight and appearing ready to perform in a musical rather than a fight. “However I do suggest that before i begin, that the teachers all hold their breaths; after that he sent one last reassuring smile to his target, a girl with white hair, before unleashing his quirk.

	Suddenly the area was saturated in a sickly sweet scent, clogging and almost suffocating all who breathed it in. He stared at the girl for a while, still smiling as she began to fall under the control of his quirk. When she seemed ready he cut of his pheromones and began speaking once more.

	“Why hello my dear,” he took her hand into his own while speaking softly, “I am in need of assistance, would you be willing to aid me in taking down those test dummies made by Arthur-san?”