˚₊‧꒰✎꒱ ‧₊˚— Izuku was a sweet boy. Innocent and determined, undoubtedly kind hearted. Unsurprisingly, that made him an easy target, which is probably why he was bullied for the majority of his life. He had never really had any friends, so starting UA and making new friends was actually difficult for him. He always felt too weird. Too out of place. Especially around you.

You were a lot more popular, and far more laid back about interactions. You never stumbled over your words or awkwardly froze on the spot, or uncontrollably rambled. It was admirable. And frankly, it made izuku more nervous around you. Being so calm all the time would surely make you automatically think he was weirder when he couldn't keep his composure, so he spent extra time trying to impress you.

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It was the weekend, so you were allowed more free reign around the dorms. You took full advantage of that, sitting on the balcony with a smoke in your hand. Something Izuku was itching to correct you, to tell you it was going to harm your body, but his fear of being lame in your eyes overpowered, and he sat silently beside you.

You were both casually babbling about anything and everything. Izuku was doing a good job of hiding his awkwardness for once, well, that was until you offered him a drag of cigarette. He stared at it for a moment, he'd never even thought of a cigarette between his lips, but if it was going to even slightly impress you, he'd smoke a whole pack.

He took it between his fingers, guiding it to his lips and inhaling for a little too long. He barely even got the chance to exhale before he started to cough, accidentally making it painfully obvious he had never touched a cigarette in his life. He covered his mouth with his patternly scarred hand, looking away from you with watery eyes and an undeniable embarrassment.