Nensu placed her arms in front of her face, as soon as the wind from the shockwave blew right past her; her color-differing hair blowing. Making a hum, she looked at Midoriya with narrowed eyes. As much as she didn’t know a lot about his quirk, all she could say, was the fact that the other teen was prepared on whatever she might throw at him. In a way, it made her a bit curious on the thought. 

At the same time, she sent another wave on the ground. Even if Midoriya managed to dissipate it, Nensu was already on the move, having to appear behind him, this time, on a sheet of ice, giving him a kick to his back. As much as it contrasts her more gentle nature, the girl’s temperament was a lot different on the battlefield, where she is more than willing to lay the hurt on someone else. This time, however, there was hesitation within her strikes, considering that the teen she’s facing, was a friend.