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The first day of teaching. Lovely. And of course Juno was running late. It was the first teaching experience he would ever really have; perhaps the only reason why he was even qualified to help students in this particular course was for his impeccable aim. Who was he kidding? That was the only reason why; not that it bothered him.

A few things were running through his mind at the moment:
One, what was he supposed to tell the students to call him?
Two, what exactly was he going to do with them?
Three, would anyone actually show up?

None of the students had really met him before, considering he'd been on 'vacation' and missed the new student orientation. If they were to recognize him at all, it would be thanks to his hero work. Though... Would anyone even care? He was a hero on Tasea mostly and yes, he was in the news every so often in his dashing stylish hero-ish get-ups. But was he really that acknowledged? Or acknowledged enough in the papers and media? He certainly didn't think so. He needed more work on that. He needed to be more active.

But enough on his own contemplation, he had to focus on the task at hand. Molding future heroes, helping rookies and youngsters learn their potential. Though really he only specialized in aim, and maybe anticipation. But mostly aim. Look at that, he was rambling even in his own mind.

Walking nonchalantly down the hall to his supposed classroom, it was impossible to escape the fact that there was a single student standing outside waiting. (And don't get him started on why they'd decided to give him a classroom rather than a field, he would have to make do for today.) Though he knew he was late, though he saw the meek girl waiting and though it was a long lonely corridor... He did not rush his step one bit. And when he was at hollering distance, he hollered out to her with a high wave of his hand "Hey yo! Good morning student!"

He was bright and smiley, even with his dark shades hiding his eyes. When he'd finally reached the girl, he stopped in front of her. "Sorry I'm late." And instead of making excuses, that was all he said. "Let's see..." He peeked into the classroom and glanced up and down the hall. "I guess you're the only one, eh? Oh well." After the apology though, the conversation was really him talking to himself. And it continued, "Hmm." He peeked a second time into the classroom. "Dreary."

"Whelp! Why don't you and I take a walk down to the training grounds and find a nice sunny little spot to practice?" He said cheerfully, finally redirecting his conversation to the student by putting a strong hand on her shoulder and giving her a gentle little shake. "Uh, what's your name?" He added in afterthought.

Though one couldn't tell from the other side of his shades that he was observing everything, he certainly was a great observer of people (it being a side-effect from his studying of fighting/movement). And inwardly he felt warm about the shy girl, of course he'd never really been shy. But he could appreciate how difficult things could be for a shy person especially with the way that he behaved. Probably with his pranks and jokes and all, he was the horror of such a proper looking girl.

He'd startled the girl terribly it seemed, and she was blushing. It didn't faze him at all.

Of course he would treat her like any other person.
"Anemone... Galileo." He tried the two names out thoughtfully. They were both very unique. "I like them. Well, let's start walking then Galileo!"

And with that, he moved his hand around her shoulder and started walking her toward the direction of the fields. It was probably better to help her along a bit, she looked stiffened up. "So what's your ability?" Obviously the first thing he needed to know. Once they were smoothly walking along, he released her shoulder promptly.

"Hm hm." He said. Gravitational manipulation would certainly be a challenge for shooting things. They would have to start small. "That's going to be complicated." It would require a lot of hard work... He wondered if she was the type to give that much effort. It would depend greatly on how much she wanted to build this skill.

"You're going to have to work a lot at it. Do you want it?" Maybe they shouldn't go to the field. The gym was probably better. "We're not going to the fields any more, too much open space. Let's head to the gym." He said cheerfully and took a quick turn toward the direction of the gym.

"Oh right!"
Kapow. A small blow to his ego. Of course she didn't recognize him. Why should she? But there'd been a small hope in him that maybe one student would. Though how could expect the only student he'd met so far to know his face? It was all about probability. After that consideration, he slightly recovered. (Though all this wasn't apparent in his outward display.)
"I forgot to introduce myself." He really had. "My alias is Sharp Shooter, so you can call me SS for short." He said with a smile, looking at her while introducing himself (as was polite).

"And here we are! The gym." He said while barging through the double doors arms wide open. Thank goodness no one was actually in here. It was really a commodity that this was here since it was a 'school'. Even while Juno was here it was not often used, except maybe for a friendly game of basketball between students or staff... It had its fair share of 'roughhousing' though.
"Why don't you go stand on that half court mark--oh and put your books down-- while I go get some useful things?" He said with a salute while trotting off toward the gym closet for supplies.

Juno was glad to hear that she had a little fire in her. It was something every person needed in them, super-powered or not. There was no use in having powers if you didn't utilize them to the best of your ability and work at it to better yourself as much as needed.

When Juno had returned from the gym closet, he'd come back with a bucket entirely full of handballs. He placed them next to Anemone, and straightened up. "So what we're going to do right now is well. Target practice. I'm going to stand over there--", he pointed over yonder toward the outer edge of the court, "and you--" picking up a ball, he took her hand and placed the ball in her hand, "are going to try and hit me square in the chest--No powers today. I want to see where you're at."
Just because she could manipulate gravity didn't mean she couldn't have more physical strength. That was his logic anyway. She needed something to fall back on if her powers ever failed her. Heroes need stamina, that was also his philosophy.

And with that he trotted off to that particularly smudgy line nearly erased on the gym floor. He patted his chest where he meant for her to hit. "Whenever you're ready!" He called out with his perpetual smile, voice echoing a bit in the large empty space.

From what Juno could tell, Anemone was very focused on the task at hand. He was hoping for the best result obviously, but maybe it was a little all-to-obvious that she wasn't really the athletic type, glasses and all. He wasn't trying to stereotype, but she was just so dainty. Not that it was bad, he really had no problems with dainty (or maybe he didn't and didn't realize it just yet). She just was.

"It's okay! It's okay, just try again--this time try to throw it like pitchers. Not under handed." As he explained, he mimicked the motion of a baseball pitcher throwing the ball. Thank goodness he hadn't grabbed the rolling bin of basketballs, that would've been far worse than handballs. Was it better to start small? It was more difficult to hit your desired target with, but who wasn't up for a little challenge anyway? And if throwing a handball only got half way to him, he imagined a worse result coming from basketballs.

"Or better yet, imagine me as someone you really hate. And then chuck the ball as hard as you can. It works for some people." He laughed at this in his mind, because it didn't work for him at all. There wasn't anyone really that he hated. He wasn't a hateful person in the least. So that tactic was useless for him. "As long as you're trying, it doesn't matter knowing how to do it or not. You can do it."

Now anticipating her second throw, he stood generally still with observant eyes. He really wanted her to get this. And he believed she could, she just had to have a little more confidence in herself. Even if it took two hundred three hundred throws to get one on target, it would be progress. She wouldn't get it if she didn't practice.

Juno could've certainly guessed that Anemone didn't hate anyone. She was too gentle and too much of a sheep for that. At least it was something they had in common, not hating anyone of course. If anything Juno was a black sheep.

"WOOOOOO!" Juno cheered for his student as she managed to get the ball much farther than the first. He raised his arms in a 'hoorah!' sort of way and then clapped his hands a few times. "That was good! Progress!" He smiled wide. "Just keep 'em coming! Whatever's in that basket!" He called with a hand against his mouth to further the sound.

Eventually Juno hoped that they would be able to get into moving targets, but that would probably have to wait a while. He was excited for her improvement though.

As Anemone tried a bunch of times and failed, Juno was patient for her to hit her target. She would get it eventually, he was certain of this.

And in no time at all, it was like slow motion for Juno, watching that ball come at him and then strike his chest with a slight sting. He watched it, in slow motion again, bounce away off to the side.

And then instantly after, pulled his right arm in for a 'ka-ching' sort of motion. "Woooooohoooooo!" He cheered, now jogging towards Anemone. He did a short jump in the air and then stopped in front of her. "Give me five!" He held his hand up. "That was awesome! See what practice can do?!"

"Now! Let's see if you can't try and get it a good few more times!" He said brightly with his encouraging smile quite charmingly across his face.

He trotted back to his usual spot and held his arms out so he would become a bit like a human X. "Come on and hit me Galileo!"