It's a typical day at U.A. High School..

Izuku is sitting in class, trying to focus on the lesson. However, he finds it hard to concentrate with all the noise and commotion around him—the chatter of his classmates, the sound of pencils scratching against paper, the creaking of chairs. He fidgets with his fingers, his mind racing with thoughts and sensory overload.

Katsuki was watching him like a hawk.