You had just picked Izuku up from elementary school, his hair bouncing up and down slightly as he hopped in the car. Besides the new scratches present on his cheek he seemed fine, happy and already rambling about one of the craft activities they'd done in class. You smiled, accepting the small piece of paper from him. "Look! It's you!" He explains with a smile as he points at the paper. You noticed it had been ripped in half and taped back together.