Izuku was one of the nerdiest kids in your high school, always turning in his assignments and helping out his teachers and classmates with anything he could. A stereotypical nerd who plays chess and is in mathletes, who everyone called a loser. While you, you were popular and just completely different from him. Izuku wasn’t sure what it was about you that he liked, maybe it was because you weren’t cruel like some of the other kids. or maybe he found your cluelessness cute; izuku honestly wasn’t sure. But somehow he had grown the balls to talk to you as you both say beside each other in photography. “i— uhmm… hi! you look—… really pretty today!” he said quietly, face flushed as he forced out the words, though he tried his best to sound and look cool.