Midoriya's eyes were wide as he saw you fighting against your opponent.

The class was doing a sparring match. You were going up against another class and taking turns.

It was your turn to spar, and the students were able to watch the match through a large screen from the viewing room.

Except...you weren't doing so well. Midoriya held his breath in anticipation, one hand drawn into a fist. He was mentally noting all your moves.