Ultimate move training is an intensive process.
The pro hero's Ultimate move is a symbol of who they are. Our senseis have certainly impressed this idea on us, but it is also a fact. To become a real pro, at least, having one is a necessity.
My idea was to utilize my quirk to create a protective outer suit for me during battle, something that would allow me both great offense and defense. It would use up most of my quirk, but it would keep me safe. However, my body simply wouldn't do it. I tried again and again to force it; I practiced every day, after every meal, but it required a sort of stamina for creation that I just couldn't accomplish in the proper amount of time - not the right amount of time for resolving a villain incident, in any case.
It was frustrating, but I had to be cautious. I worked on other, smaller concerns, on pieces of my ultimate move, for the moment; whenever I felt too worn out with practicing one trick, I'd turn to another experiment. I'd find ways to use my power.
There were other matters, aside from schoolwork, from the license exam, which were pressing onto my attention. Our dormitory situation, for one thing. I had never lived in such close proximity with others before. At the mansion - my home, really, there had always been more than enough room for myself, mother and father, and our staff. You could easily find a place to be alone with your thoughts, and nobody would trouble you for some time. But here, it was different.
Even though Tsu was my floormate, and she was quiet in her way, there was often a stampede of students even around our isolated dorm rooms. Ashido, Hagakure and Uraraka were an unstoppable juggernaut of sociability, dropping in on me and Tsuyu and dragging us places, or sometimes simply asking what we were doing. IT was kindly meant, and I did my best to take it that way, being polite and all. But it felt also rather intrusive at times.
One day, for instance, I was practicing and dropped and broke an encyclopedia set I rather liked; I cried out loud and the door ripped open instantly.
"What's up Yaomomo? You OK? You hurt yourself?" a chorus of voices called. I was both touched that they cared and oddly, rather annoyed that they had barged in. Embarassed, I supposed, because suddenly crying out in frustrating at a broken encyclopedia seemed excessive.
Bless her heart, of course, but AShido was rather...nosy in particular. She and Hagakure were always asking questions; they had a tendency to pry into others' affairs. During training Camp, when we had shared for one night a slumber party with the girls of Class 1B, they had insisted on badgering us for details about what sorts of boys we would like to date. This embarrassing conversation had led to much friction and tension. I had found myself playing mediator.
I have discovered that I am unusually peaceable and do not like rows. I would rather keep something to myself than air it if it might cause conflict. I wish my classmates to get along, and it seems rther important to me, in a way that it does not seem to be to others. It is a rather odd thing to realize about myself.
However, there are pleasant aspects. I play hostess sometimes, making tea with and for my classmates. Kendo and the 1b students visited. Sato and I have been combining his cakes with my tea set. I have occasionally indulged in petting Koda's pet rabbit, which the entire class seems to have adopted. Sero has told me the secrets of his charming decor.
I have enjoyed having class representative meetings with Iida as well. Pre-semester we have met once or twice to determine our plans for the future, what the outcomes should be, and how we should act as leaders. Occasionally his brashness wears on me, as he always wishes to direct, but I've grown used to it.
Todoroki is right across the hall, and I still find myself sometimes comparing my ultimate move progress to his. HE is improving steadily, of course, and I can't suppress that old bit of jealous rivalry. Still, at the same time, we are co-conspiritors. So I am too with Iida, and Midoriya, and Kirishima, after that night. Midoriya still irritates me sometimes, but after that night, and the plan he came up with, I must admit to some new respect for him.
Bakugou is much easier to live with than I expected. He is actually quiet and well-behaved around the house - a little surly and unsociable, but never causes the trouble I'd dreaded from him. Kaminari, Sero and Mineta are the troublemakers among the boys, at least around the dormitory.
Tsuyu is unfailingly polite and helpful; Uraraka doesn't cause the ruckus Ashido and hagakure do, and they are sweet, regardless.
But of course, Jirou is the best.
She's shown me into her bedroom sometimes, to see those marvelous instruments we saw that first night, once again. She's shown me her skills when I asked if she could play them. She played a song for me, and her voice carried me away into another world, it was so soft and deep, filled with something I just couldn't put my finger on. There's a sort of understanding between us - like with the rescuing boys, we are co-conspirators. But unlike them, I never feel as though I have to hide anything from her.
It's a simply understanding, but even when I come back at the end of a long day of getting nowhere with my quirk, I can spend time with her, and somehow the burden seems just a little bit easier.