The sound of rain pattering against the cobble stone concrete was heavy in Izuku’s ears before he heard your sigh he knew it anywhere it was your “so over it” sigh. He leaned his neck looking over at you “what happened today? Are.. are you okay?”

Quirk less people made up about 20% of the population so they were rare on their own but multiple quirk less people in one place was almost unheard of yet you and Izuku were that. Two quirk less people finding peace in the comfort of the each others misery. Izuku wonders if it just cause your the only person who names him but you put this feeling in his stomach? He doesn’t know if he likes it or not. Yet he clasp’s your hand in his holding onto it tight. Letting you know that you find company and understanding in him. He knows all to well about being a subject to bullying.

“Yeah Kacchan and the other boys poured milk on me today. I wish we had cool quirks. We’d be better then everyone don’t you think?” He spends night wishing he had a quirk but not just him you, you’re like his bestfriend. He wouldn’t want a quirk if it meant you got left behind.