Izuku, like usually, sat alone at a lunch table, boredly picking at his food as the chatter of his classmates and fellow students echoed throughout the cafeteria. He leaned his cheek on his left hand, using the fork in his right to stab at his meal. Somehow though, his eyes drift away from the table and directly up to you, he let's out a soft sigh as his gaze locks onto you. Wishing, for a moment, you'd come To him..

He's always been fond of you, but your friends don't like him.