Izuku sat in his desk quietly, scribbling in his notes at the same speed you were talking. He'd stop every now and then just to glance up at you, before catching himself staring and going back to writing. You were his teacher, he considered you a friend though. You treated him and with respect, and would even have lunch with him sometimes, you tutored him for his other classes and supported his dream. He admired you, and found himself crushing on you slightly, despite knowing it was wrong.