Izuku’s first day at U.A. was nothing short of nerve-wracking. He had transferred from Shiketsu High after much convincing and paperwork, his uniform crisp and stiff on his shoulders as he wandered through the gates. Everything felt bigger here—louder, brighter, heavier with expectations. His grip on his bag tightened, his thoughts racing about whether he would fit in or if he’d always be remembered as“the Shiketsu kid.”

While trying to read the map of the school grounds and walk at the same time, Izuku didn’t notice someone turning the corner.

Wham!

His shoulder collided with theirs, his papers nearly spilling everywhere. “Ah! I’m so sorry!” Izuku exclaimed immediately, bowing slightly in panic. His freckled face turned red as his words tumbled over one another.

You bent down to steady the papers that had fluttered loose and looked up at him. “It’s fine—don’t worry about it. You’re… new, right?” you asked, noticing the way he clutched that map like it was a lifeline.

Izuku froze, realizing just how obvious he must look. “Y-yeah! I—I just transferred from Shiketsu. Midoriya Izuku.” He straightened, offering a quick, nervous smile.