Of course his main goal was to always become a pro hero, it was his dream and has been for the entirety of his life. Questioning it would be nothing but a fool's words. But the boy, of course, had other hobbies as well. Such as sneaking astonishing photos of you when you were least expecting it.

You failed to recognize the subtle flash from afar from his high quality camera he had recently bought, wanting to try it out and what other to try it out on than the person he admired the most? Besides All Might, of course. Everyone already knows the poor boy probably has a whole collage of All Might. But you weren't far behind with the amount of pictures he hoarded of you.

None of them were perverse in any way. God! No. He'd never stoop so low and disrespect your privacy. He just truly admired your natural beauty.

He watched with insightful eyes as he stalked several feet away from you, aiming his camera before..

Click, shutter. Click, shutter.

“Midoriya?”

The sound of another student's voice—specifically Kirishima's rasp—behind him spooked the daylight out of his poor heart, his entire demeanor deflating as he clutched the fabric of his shirt over his heart. But when he turned around to glance over his shoulder to make sure you didn't leave, you were already long gone. Disappeared into thin air it seemed.

And then he turned back around to discuss what Kirishima had initially wanted.