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Yaoyorozu Momo was deeply vexed. The source of this confusion being none other than her classmate Midoriya Izuku.
He just didn’t make sense; while some people with powerful quirks arrogantly don’t bother practicing control expecting to steam roll through their problems, Midoriya was shy and nervous. He didn’t have the confidence one would expect from a powerful quirk user. In fact, yesterday during Aizawa-sensei’s quirk assessment, when he shattered his finger, despite being impressed by the power of the throw, Yaoyorozu wrote him off as someone who neglected quirk control in favor of bulldozing.
What made the greenette even more confusing was during All Might’s battle trial. During the boys match, he showed high levels of analysis and strategy. This combined with her previous impression left Yaoyorozu quite stumped as to her impression of the boy.
Yaoyorozu has known more than her fair share of difficulties on her path to controlling her quirk. She spent hours every day in chemistry books to gain the knowledge to use creation and then spent hours applying her knowledge to create things. Even now if she loses concentration mid-creation, whatever she had produced of the item would dissolve into nothingness.
She understood the boys quirk difficulties, but she didn’t understand why he still had the sheer backlash. She honestly lost a lot of trust in her teacher when all he said on the matter was for Midoriya to get better control. Aizawa-sensei didn’t even offer any assistance! Isn’t he supposed to offer help to those that need it? They had been students for two days and she already was offput by her teacher.
It was that night Yaoyorozu decided: if the staff weren’t going to help Midoriya, she would.