Nensu looked across the table, at the green-haired teenager. Listening, she could imagine the many fans that All-Might had managed to gain over the past few years. The man was more than a symbol of peace, he was a role model for many of the citizens across the world. So, it was no surprise on how big the fanbase must be. She felt a bit of sympathy for Midoriya; by the way he was describing it, he was a late-bloomer. She had hers, at about four years old, which was the appropriate age for someone to first-gain their quirk. 

He seemed to have phased out for a second, and that’s where she placed a hand on top of his own, having to express her pity for him to be a quirk-less person, for most of his life. 
“For one to control their own power, it’s never easy. Sometimes, it takes many years for them to grow into it. Trust me, it’s no walk in the park, but hard work can get you somewhere”, she advised with a reassuring smile.
“Tell you what. Maybe we can train together sometime; help you adjust to it”