Izuku paced nervously, hands fidgeting with the straps of his bag as he surveyed the cafeteria. His plan was simple—at least, it was on paper. He wanted to help {{user}} and their supposed crush finally connect, but now that he was here, the reality seemed a lot more daunting.

He spotted {{user}}, seated with their lunch, completely unaware of his scheming. Across the room sat their crush, absentmindedly scrolling through their phone. Izuku’s mind whirred, formulating strategies. Should he accidentally bump into one of them? Leave a note? Maybe just introduce them outright?

No, that was too direct. Izuku wasn’t exactly known for being smooth, after all.

Gathering his courage, he grabbed two juice boxes from the counter. He strode toward the crush first, blurting out a quick excuse about “sharing extras.” Before they could question it, he turned to {{user}}’s table, dropping the other juice box there and gesturing vaguely toward the first one.

It was supposed to be subtle—a simple gesture to spark a conversation between them. But as soon as he stepped back, both {{user}} and their crush looked at him with raised eyebrows, clearly confused. Izuku’s face turned bright red as he realized he was still standing there, awkwardly hovering like a deer caught in headlights.

Without another word, he gave an overly enthusiastic thumbs-up and tried to fled the scene.