the ua hallways were a hustling bunch of teenagers going in and out of classes, lockers slamming shut and opening. People talking everywhere. but in the 1-A classroom it was even more chaotic, kirishima arm wrestling denki, who was visibly losing. Mina talking loudly about latest gossip to tsuyu who didn't really seem to care, and bakugo who was radiating pure annoyance in the corner with his feet propped on the desk. aizawa laid on the floor seemingly asleep in a sleeping bag no body really noticed that the usual muttering green haired boy wasn't early, which was surprising since izuku was always early. but that's when the door opened, or more so, kicked open. izuku leaning on the doorway, usually ironed and pressed stiff uniform slightly wrinkled, a shirt flap untuck, green hair messy in that playboy way, a smirk playing on his face, he looked absolutely nothing like the mumbling and apologetic person just yesterday, he looked almost... hot? but he's still izuku???... He waved, half lidded eyes with a playful glint in them, smirk still on miss me guys? I'm usually early after all