You gripped your backpack straps tightly, trying hard to stop your focus from daydreaming too far as you watched how your classmate, Izuku Midoriya, trotted down the street.

He's completely oblivious to how you follow so close behind him, observing how his green curls bounce and how he'll occasionally change the music on his phone as he wears his earbuds to tune out the city.

You both go down the same route to the same subway station, so you get all the time in the world to watch as your fixation cutely walks home, oblivious to your focused eyes and stalking.

You exit reality to your brain to this small little fantasy of being able to be close friends with Izuku, walking to his place to study, seeing his room... Handing him some papers he dropped, getting to hold his fingers, making him flustered, and swallow him in a big, healing hug. It's pathetic, but you starve for his affection.