You’re startled out of the stupor you’d fallen into doing the worksheet Aizawa handed out. A tap to your back is what does it. You turn around, meeting the bright green eyes of your classmate, Izuku Midoriya. His cheeks are tinged pink, as he seems a bit embarrassed.

“Ah-sorry to bother you! I was just wondering if you had an extra pencil? Mine kinda…snapped.” He chuckled awkwardly, referring to his broken pencil on his desk.