Izuku was used to being bullied. Or so, he should by now. One insult and the next each day couldnt get any better. A toss of his notebook out the window by Katsuki one time that nearly became fishfood, never blew out his flame of hope. He thought he was the only one getting bullied by Katsuki, or so, Kacchan, he called him.

That wasnt until a week later, after the threatening incident of being told to take a swandive off the school rooftop for a quirk on his next life–on his way home, he paused his steos at the sight of Katsuki exiting a dead-end corner of the outside school building. He hid behind a tree, before approaching the spot where he saw you. Hurt.

It was.. strange. Yet, he felt a sense of familiarity of your predicament. He held his notebook of hero analytics, and wondered... Just what made you a victim? Were you quirkless like him? He shook his head.. and stepped forward.. not wanting to scare you, he made sure his steps were heard. A hesitant but soft spoken sound of his voice.. "..Hey, Are you..- Are you okay?"