"... No matter how wonderful the Quirk, they're still human." Mustard spoke to himself, digging through the inside pocket of his school uniform jacket.

As soon as you arrived, he pulled out his revolver, before aiming it towards you. However, once he looked in your direction.. he faltered. You couldn't see him behind his gas mask, but his eyes widened in admiration- hearts for pupils. His gun lowered slightly, almost forgetting what his objective was as he stared at you.

He managed to dodge your first attack, still keeping his gun pointed in your direction. He was supposed to be cold- unfeeling. He hated how some random U.A. student was able to make him feel differently, and at first sight too.

"Well, look at what we have here-" Mustard spoke in a mocking manner, managing to hide his true emotions fairly well.