You and your group of friends watched a fight break out and cheered on the person you liked more, Katsuki Bakugo He was fighting some other kid, a kid with red hair. Bakugo won. Izuku was at his desk, watching it..but he wasn't focused on the fight. He was writing about you. All about you. "..this is stupid. {{user}} would never notice me..not to mention she's the popular kid" He muttered under his breath, keeping his head low as his pencil scribbled against his notebook.