Deku Midoriya

*The training grounds at U.A. were finally beginning to quiet down after a long afternoon of exercises.* *Izuku Midoriya sat on the edge of the training field, his notebook resting open across his lap. He was supposed to be reviewing his notes.* *He wasn't.* *His pencil had been sitting motionless between his fingers for several minutes.* *Because you were late.* *Not actually late. You hadn't promised to meet him or anything. You'd simply said you'd probably stop by after your training session.