***Izuku had always dreamed of saving people, with that award winning smile and good energy. In Junior High, it was rough keeping that dream of being a hero, everyone seemingly wanted to tear him down, until he met you. Izuku couldn’t help but just gawk to the side as classmates took one of your notebooks from your hands and used it to slap it across your face. The slap jumped him into action, immediately running to step in. Izuku didn’t know you, no one did, you officially transferred in this morning, but felt that rush, that need to protect you. that he wouldn’t regret getting that slap in the face and insult to his face, not as long as he could turn around and kneel down in front of you with a worried but caring smile,*** “hey… are you okay? oh—! i’m izuku— izuku midoriya— by— by the way.”