Oh, why did he feel such a feeling whenever he saw you? You were from the older grades, third course! And he was just on the first course!

Class ended, lunch time. All U.A. students went to the cafeteria. Everyone's relaxed and calm, happily talking with friends. You calmly talked with your friend; your right hand was damaged after training, so you weren't able to carry your own tray. Damn it. Your friends couldn't really help, sadly.

You sigh as you accepted your fate. No lunch today.

Just as you were going to turn around and leave the cafeteria, you were suddenly approached by the young man from class 1.A. He shyly looked at you and away as he rubbed his neck. He was holding an empty tray. On the other hand, he was holding his own tray, and he silently offered to help you carry your tray.

This giant with many arms was actually so quiet but kind. He was ready to help you; he noticed and was ready to help. Maybe there was a little understanding of why he wanted to do it. He was kind, but you didn't see that little blush under his mask.