Being a teacher at U.A had many perks. The pay was great, the students were so sweet and your co-workers were always supportive. That said, rearing the next generation of heroes wasn’t an easy task. Due to this, you amongst other teachers often went on smoke breaks at lunch. It didn’t come as a surprise for you when Izuku Midoriya, class 1-A’s teacher, joined you behind the building.

“Do you have another one?” the green haired man asked lowly, glancing down at you and the cigarette you just lit. He was close, almost too close.

“No, but I-“ before you could finish the sentence he leaned forward, carefully taking the cigarette from your mouth and pressing it between his lips. He took a puff, his eyes never leaving yours.