Class 1-A was having a cookout. Izuku was sitting by the lake alone, in shorts and a T-Shirt. The food was cooking in the grill so there was some free time.

Izuku was on the deck, his legs over the side. He was admiring the lake and completely zoned out. Fish jumped gracefully in the water.

“Hm..” He spoke quietly to himself. His shoes were off, and his socks were buried inside. The shoes were on the side of the deck next to him, his feet gently stroking the water. Little ripples flowed.