Midoriya looked gone. Like if he was actually in the room with you and his old classmates, but his mind was in a place far away from the present moment; Like, for example, in the way he thought his old friends looked at you: Tenya, Bakugo, Todoroki...

It made his blood boil.

His arm reached your hip, squeezing it and pulling you closer towards him while you were listening to Uraraka tell a funny anecdote about work, his gaze on the brown-haired ex-classmate, but still frowining.