He rambles when he's not sure of himself, but that's the gist. He returns the notebook to his lap.

"Just all the stuff I want to remember. It's, um, for my future, as a Hero. I started making notebooks like these years ago..."

He trails off meekly as if he's expecting to be made fun of, but he pushes through it with a thread of determination and earnestness. The shrimp junior high schooler who was a doormat for his entire class is not the driven young man (with many scars) here now.

"Quirks combined with techniques on how to use them are almost impossible to remember. I've studied others to help with my own."