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[h3][color=b16edd]Reina Mori[/color][/h3]
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Reina listened intently enough to Grayson. He was confident in demeanor, not at all phased from having to address a class. Clearly, he was strong, too. Reina could learn from him, and a training exercise with him and the other prefects as their opposition was as good a way to learn from someone as anything.

It was a good first impression overall, but was about to be soured.

The girl's body tensed as he called her and Mina out. Reina gave him no nod, instead simply watching him as he moved away from the group. She followed after a second, eyes still locked on his figure. When he felt they were far enough, he looked to her, and without realizing it, her hard gaze matched his. 

The girl's brow furrowed at his words. Was it even worth her time to give him an explanation?

No. It wouldn't help, at least enough for her to care to. First impressions were cheap, anyways, as he had just betrayed hers of him. Assuming and doubting. Of course, [i]she[/i] doubted herself. Constantly. And for a long time, she had been complacent of others doubting her. Why get upset at that when she thought the same?

It was different this time. Reina wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe it was because he was an upperclassman, and having his respect was important. But was it really? If all she wanted was to be strong, what did it matter what people thought of her?

Reina was tired of thinking and analyzing this.

[color=b16edd]"I don't have one,"[/color] she snapped. That was all she'd give him on the matter of her costume. He didn't need to know her reasoning.

The girl glared at him, raising her injured arm.

[color=b16edd]"You spotted the weak link, then. Take advantage of it."[/color] The words had a difficult-to-miss bite of a dare to them.

Reina turned sharply and left Mina and Grayson.

[color=b16edd][i]Doubt me?[/i][/color] He had no idea who she was or any of the things she had done. He didn't know what she had gone through. Nobody in this class really did. His doubt was ignorant. Not worth the time spent being voiced. Reina knew Reina best, and so only her opinion of herself should matter...

But it wasn't the only one that mattered. She cared what Takeshi thought of her. She cared what Mamoru thought of her. She cared what all of her classmates thought. Reina cared.

[color=b16edd][i]Be strong, then. Make him feel stupid for ever having doubted you in the first place.[/i][/color]

Despite the pounding she felt in her temple, Reina listened to what the others had to say, adding nothing of her own.

The pounding subsided a bit as she relaxed from the shot of anger. She was still pissed, but she started thinking about other things rather than [i]just[/i] how pissed she was. She glanced towards Amane as Dulga addressed him.

Of course, 1A would be working as a team. That... wasn't a strong point of Reina's. Not because she didn't want to, but because of the indiscriminate nature of her quirk. Finding moments to use it would require separating herself from the group, which was a risk and made her more vulnerable. Even when fighting Takeshi's brothers, this hadn't been an issue she overcame--she had simply caused a lot of property damage and almost caused further injury to her friends, at least until she got into a one-on-one with Rakshasa, away from the rest. Either that's what she had to look for--an isolated prefect--or she had to restrict usage of her quirk to only when classmates who could properly brace themselves against it were around.

Reina would figure it out. She would [i]not[/i] be a burden. Grayson would eat his words--and ideally dirt as well.

Her gaze shifted to one of the small orbs that orbited her. There wouldn't be an issue if she could just manage to activate even one...

That [i]was[/i] the issue though, of course. It had only happened three times before.

[color=b16edd][i]Just make it four.[/i][/color]

Reina knew it would be easier said than done.