[Thing is, it's been harder and hard to measure her success since arriving in this new world. The harsh reality born of their world, and the measure of what it took to be strong - a quirk. A good quirk equated to a good hero was the mentality of their society. Without it, a person was less of a person, that was simply the reality hammered into everyone from the start. It's the ugly truth about quirk culture. Ochako has felt, as time went on, more and more useless the more she struggled with the weight of not only being quirkless, but the lack of being able to utilize the powers she was given here. She tried, with her own strength - unbound from quirks and magic alike - and saw failure. Failure in the mission and failure in herself.

Hence why she tries to muffle her sobs a bit more when Bakugou comes close, turning away from him so he doesn't see her face of her ugly tears. Her vulnerability. Ochako rubs viciously at her face and eyes, enough to make her skin red and raw later tonight, perhaps, but she doesn't want to show that weakness to Bakugou.]

I-I...I can't. [She chokes out at last.] I can't see it. I'm trying really hard, Bakugou-kun, but m-more and more, d-day by day, I--...I just see a blur. I see you, and Deku, and Momo, and Tsuyu, and everyone else all doing your best, and adapting, but I can't and I don't know why! Why I can't do it.

I don't wanna give up, and I won't, but...but it r-r-really stinks sometimes. S-Seeing everyone e-else like...l-like I'm on the other side of a river, by myself. [She takes a deep breath, looking up at the sky to try and hold back fresh tears welling up in her eyes.] But it's no one else's problem than mine, you're right.