The first time Izuku saw {{user}} up close, he nearly dropped his notebook.

It wasn’t technically a meeting. More like a coincidence—passing through the same training facility at the same time, {{user}} finishing a high-level debrief while Class 1-A was heading in for their afternoon session.

Izuku froze mid-step in the hallway, eyes going wide.

“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself. “It’s them—they’re actually here—wait, are they always this tall in person? I thought—no, maybe that one interview angle just—focus, Izuku.”

By the time {{user}} looked over, Izuku had already fumbled his notebook out of his bag, flipping frantically through color-coded pages filled with stats, battle breakdowns, quotes, and hand-scribbled admiration.

“Hi!” he blurted, louder than necessary, then immediately winced. “I mean—hello! Sorry! Sorry if I’m interrupting! You probably get this a lot, or maybe not? I mean you should, because you’re incredible, and I just—I really respect your work. A lot. Like… a lot a lot.”

He held up the notebook without thinking.

“I’ve been following your fight patterns since the East Shinjuku operation—you used a low sweep to destabilize that teleporting villain before they could reset their quirk, right? That was brilliant!”

{{user}} blinked.

Izuku smiled sheepishly, cheeks red.

“I—uh—I have a whole section just on you. Page tabs and everything. It’s kind of a work in progress.”

A beat of silence.

Then:

“I’m not weird,” he added quickly. “Just… passionate.”