Supernova

Chapter Three - Learn to Control Yourself

Aizawa and I made our way around the training gym quietly. He did allow me to ask questions about their abilities and techniques, but only to him, not to the students themselves. There was a number of reasons why that made sense, including not distracting the students and the fact that most of them already seemed uneasy by my watching, but because I knew that it was mostly due to his general distrust of me, it annoyed me. After the bell rang, I gave him a short list of the students I thought could benefit most from my coaching. It was almost completely objective, but not entirely. He didn't give me any inclination of what he thought about it. He just gave me a nod and dismissed me.

It was only halfway through the first day and I was already bored. I didn't have much time between class ending and having to go meet Aizawa again for highly classified quirk control tutoring. I took that time to head back to my room, get into a fresh pair of training clothes, and retie my ponytail. Back downstairs, most of my classmates were sprawled out on the various chairs and sofas in the common area. The whispering had begun again when I'd walked in, but nobody tried to engage me in audible conversation. I was almost grateful, but I supposed I should put some effort into being social. I had a little time. When I heard the tedious subject matter that Momo and her friends' voices were tangled up in, I immediately regretted that choice. But I approached them anyways, in the name of being nice.

"Miss Stronghold!" Midoriya greeted me excitedly. "Do you want to join us?"

"Hey, you," Momo said to me sweetly as I approached her. Her eyes looked me up and down, taking notice of my training attire. "Heading down to the gym?"

I answered her with a nod. "Don't wait up."

"You're doing extra training?" Midoriya asked, reaching into his bag and coming back out with his notebook. "How many hours a day do you average?"

"A million," Momo answered. "It's all she does."

"Eight, minimum, ideally," I answered him. "Seeing as I've only done about three minutes today, I'm running a little behind."

"What about maximum?" He asked, looking up at me with wide eyes.

"What is that thing, anyways?" I asked him, peering down at the notebook.

"I like to study different heroes and their abilities," he admitted, some shame coming over his face. "A while back, I finished notes on most of the Japanese heroes, so I started looking into the top ten lists from other countries. That's how I know about you and your family. This is my American notebook."

"Let me see that," I said, my voice coming out in a laugh. I held my hand out, and he handed the book over.

"Would you sign it?" He asked, hopefully.

I ignored him as I started flipping through it. Thankfully, it was also in English. To his credit, it was thorough. There was a lot more writing than there were spaces in the margins and the sketches of the heroes weren't half bad either. There was a page on my dad at the very front of the book, with two smaller girls labelled The Invincible Sisters beside him. I had to remind myself not to mindfully scoff at that. On the pages to follow, there were pages dedicated to the other crusty old dicks from the top ten lists that made up the council over the past few decades, including many that I knew personally through my father or from my time in New York. The information though, which must have been taken from interviews and fan theories, was almost entirely false. The exception being on the last page, which contained a half-finished sketch of me, and the information from quirk training earlier.

"Wow," I told him with a nod. "This is very poorly done."

"What?" He asked, reaching out to grab it back. I pulled it out of his reach. "How? I double checked all of those facts. Triple checked, even."