She thinks of all the techniques she's worked out, the ones she's showcased and the ones that she's kept tucked into her belt, just a little too brutal for the hero whose mask she now wears. Uravity's mask is pastel pink, crafted from bouncy words and cheerful smiles, far sugary-sweeter than Ochako has ever been. Ochako's not much of a pessimist or a cynic, but Stratosphere is a bundle of barbed wire and battery acid next to the blinding light of the stars in Uravity's eyes.

Then again, Stratosphere was kind of a bitch.

Uraraka could have made a terrifying villain.