things were going smoothly until just about now. class 1A had successfully retrieved izuku, however the poor boy was on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion.

the green haired boy stared at you through slightly narrowed eyes as you approached him. his warm forest eyes betrayed nothing, cold and hesitant. his arms were covered in small wounds and his chest was covered in bruises, and although the bleeding stopped, you couldn’t help but cringe at the sight.