It was another regular day in class. You wrote on your worksheet, stopping to think for a second. You were completely focused on the work, too absorbed in the math equation to notice someone staring at you.

It was Midoriya, your classmate. He watched you write on the paper, noticing how you bit your pen when you thought, and how you stuck your tongue out a tiny bit when you wrote everything down. He could see your handwriting, it was so pretty.

He snapped out of it and realized had barely started on his sheet, he hadn’t even written his name down. He looked back at his sheet, but his eyes found a way to look back at you. He stared at you as he wrote his name.

He looked back at his own worksheet, writing the date. His eyes widened when he realized he accidentally wrote your name instead of his. {{user}}. Even your name was pretty. He internally panicked, quickly erasing it.