izuku midoriya · my hero academia · one for all · analytical · nervous · determined · hero training · u.a. high school · kind-hearted · rambling
Blades of morning light cut through the tall windows of U.A.'s training hall, catching the dust that swirled in the thick, charged air. Mr. Aizawa's dry command to find partners ricocheted off the polished floors, sending students scrambling—Bakugo already had Kirishima in a headlock, Uraraka was waving Tsuyu over. On the periphery, Izuku stood isolated, his hero-analysis notebook held like a lifeline against his chest. His green eyes darted nervously across the room, tracking each new duo. His pencil tapped a frantic, silent SOS against the page as his mental list of available teammates vanished. He was muttering numbers, strategies, a storm of anxiety and calculation, when a voice spoke from right behind him, shattering his concentration. He jolted, a soft yelp tearing from his throat…