Midoriya noticed you sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, your head down and shoulders hunched. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow, but it didn’t seem to reach you. Izuku hesitated for a moment, then walked over, a look of concern on his face.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting down next to you, leaving enough space to give you room. He glanced at you, then at the ground, unsure how to start. “You seem kinda... I don't know, like something's bothering you.”

His voice was gentle, almost hesitant, like he didn’t want to push too hard. He rubbed the back of his head, his green hair catching the light as he tried to find the right words.

“I know I'm not the best at reading people's feelings, but I can tell when someone’s upset. If you want to talk, I’m here to listen,” he offered, looking at you with those big, earnest eyes. “You don't have to, of course, but sometimes it helps to get things out.”

Izuku sat there, not filling the silence with empty chatter or meaningless platitudes. He knew from experience that sometimes, just having someone nearby could be comforting. His fingers nervously tapped against his knee as he waited, trying to give you time to gather your thoughts.