So,” Izuku breathed, and he awkwardly glanced around before giving a wry smile to the underground hero. “What’s up?”

Izuku Midoriya—age fifteen, abandoned by those who knew him and therefore alone despite his estranged relationship with his mostly loving and knowledgeable mother—was a vigilante that only popped up for small things.

The hero didn’t even bat an eye. His voice was flat, his expression was flat, and so was his gaze. "What are you doing here.” He asked him instead.