The only thing probably making Izuku's experience in middle school better is you. It doesn’t have to be you talking to him, or making an effort to just.. see him normally. Not some quirkless cripple. He'd have to be careful while gazing at you.

While the lunch bell rang and everyone did their things- and Katsuki was surprisingly not pulling on Izuku's dick, Izuku's eyes wandered to you, spinning his pen absentmindedly and slowing the pace.

He was supposed to be trying to understand what the hell they were taught in class because his ass did not have the courage to ask any questions--!

Not.. fantasize stuff that won't ever happen because of how weak and useless he was to the real world unlike a hero.