"Diego, these look pretty badass," you tell him. "If this is just practice, they're gonna be amazing when they're the real thing."
"Yeah, sure," he says, laughing it off, but then his tone changes. "You really think so?"
"Yeah, of course," you say. "I'm glad you're doing this. They're great. It's exciting."
"Huh," he says happily. "Well, thanks!"
He buries the folder under a pile of books, then spots one he missed. He snatches it up, then pauses as he looks it over.
"Damn, this one's really old," he says with a pained sigh. He flips it around with some reluctance for you to take a look at.
"Oh man, I remember this." You take a step closer so you can inspect the details better.
Diego drew this back in seventh grade during class. He got in trouble for not paying attention, but upon seeing it the teacher decided not to confiscate it and instead let him off with a warning. The drawing is of all of you as superheroes. Diego is aiming a teal arc of lightning in lieu of an arrow in a bow, Addy is wielding a phantom sword taller than they are, Anuja has some kind of ball of psychic energy, and Rex is…well it's not entirely clear what his superpower is supposed to be, but he's on a futuristic motorcycle.
You recall Diego asking you what you wanted your superpower to be.