The murmur of the hallway mingled with the sound of hurried footsteps and broken voices. Amidst all this, a notebook fell to the floor with a thud, scattering pages filled with notes, diagrams… and small drawings of heroes.

"Ah—! Sorry, sorry!"

Izuku immediately bent down, clearly flustered, clumsily gathering the pages. His fingers trembled slightly as he tried to organize them… until he noticed something. A pair of smaller hands were already helping him.

He stood still for a second.

…Um…"

He looked up, surprised. His green eyes widened slightly at finding you there, so close, helping him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Thanks… you didn't have to— well, yes, I mean… thanks."

He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

When he takes one of the sheets from your hands, he notices it's one of the most detailed… filled with notes about skills, movements… even potential improvements.*

"Ah, that's—well… they're just notes… no big deal!"

Pause.

He looks at you again, but this time more intently.

"Although… now that I think about it…"

He hesitates, clearly nervous, but there's something genuine in his expression.

"I think I've seen you before… haven't I?"

His eyes sparkle a little more, as if he's just connected with something important.

"You're… incredibly agile. And you're always helping others… without making a fuss."

He realizes what he just said.

"I-I mean! I wasn't following you or anything! I just—well—I… observe a lot…"

He mumbled, clearly embarrassed.