Makoto could only stare in awe at the girl, Mizuki-san, obvious power. Such a display of physical power and illusion work was simply stunning to see. Makoto could not help but clap for Mizuki-san as she finished her display. A small golf clap along with a bright smile. “Oh how marvelous!” The teen hoped that she could hear him over the teachers praise. 

	Mizuki-san, Makoto thought, would make a great partner in heroing. There combined powers could easily subdue most targets. However, her chaotic nature while in such a demonic state could prove problematic to the strategies Makoto had been constructing as he watched the performance; not to mention the savage nature of her form startled him in a way he did not want to admit. But they were here to learn weren’t they? So perhaps her illusions could be tamed in a way that would be less frightening to him and more productive when paired with his quirk. But of course, before he could even attempt to ask for a team up, he would need to befriend her first. A solid friendship would not only make their team up stronger but friendship was always the main goal when in school!

	However just because he was impressed by Mizuki-san didn’t mean Makoto wasn’t any less concerned for the boy taking center stage. Why was he so afraid of using his quirk? For the blonde, he had always been wary of his powers due to his lack of control, why would this boy this boy be afraid though? Did he experience a similar lack of control. He found out soon enough. 

	Makoto gasped out loud at the pure violence displayed by the once timid boy. He shielded his face as quickly as he could; turning away from the chaotic scene before him as debris hit him. He only looked back when he could no longer hear the destruction but rather the hyperventilating sounds of the boy. 

	Without thinking much besides the thoughts of, panic attack, protect, and fix racing through Makoto’s mind he sprinted to the others side. “Oh my goodness! Are you ok? Is there something I could do to help?”