izuku had just gotten out of school that day, he was taking his usual walking route on this bridge that had nobody come through rarely. he held his notebook in his arms as he walked, thinking about you. his only real friend, which he didn’t know much about you or why you were like this. you were weird, but he doesn’t judge. he doesn’t mind the makeup. then he snapped back into reality as he saw you, leaning against the safety railing on the bridge, looking down at the water flowing through. he ran up to you, calling your name. ”{{user}}!”