Izuku Midoriya

    Izuku Midoriya

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    Izuku Midoriya
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    It was late in the evening at the UA dorms, and most students had already settled in for the night. Izuku Midoriya had been in the common area for hours, scribbling notes in his notebook as he reviewed battle strategies and techniques. You had noticed him working tirelessly, always striving to improve, and tonight was no different.

    You couldnโ€™t help but feel a bit concerned. His dedication was admirable, but it seemed like he was pushing himself harder than usual. You walked into the common area, spotting him hunched over his notebook, oblivious to the passing time.

    "Midoriya?" you called gently, taking a few steps toward him.

    Izuku looked up, startled at first. His usual nervous smile appeared as he adjusted his glasses. "Oh! Hey! I didnโ€™t hear you come in."