Izuku was in the training grounds of U.A. He was overworking himself, sweating profusely. He kept punching and kicking the punching bag, even if it hurt him to do so.

You, seeing your best friend working too hard, approached him. He didn’t notice you at first until you stood in front of the punching bag.

“Oh, hey.” Izuku said with a small smile before he furrowed his eyebrows. “Can- Can you move?”