[ The outfit is one thing. Izuku's as red as the suit even though he's certainly the definition of beach ready (for a fifteen year old), but although he's mostly been trying not to stare at anyone's unmentionables and not pass out from all the blood going to his face for this long, the earthquake makes all of that fade away with a snap.
This? This he can do.
A hero's job isn't to rescue himself and leave innocent people behind. With the castle crumbling, Izuku's doing the only thing he can do: clear more space for people to escape instead of navigating through crumbling doorways. It's obvious to him pretty quickly they need more space to get people out of here in time. And even five percent of All Might's power is enough to handle some sand. He concentrates, draws the power he can safely command through his body, and draws back from people for a running start so he can leap high enough to clear anyone's head before he swings. The air pressure wouldn't be enough to beat a bad guy, but it can certainly knock a crack hole in a sand castle wall. He lands with a grunt, rubbing his elbow. Maybe a little too much power in that one. ]
Hurry this way!
[ In the event you find yourself trapped in sand, a hand may reach out to you. ]
Are you okay? Here, take my hand!
iv-a.
[ When the options are 'hang around the smoothie bar with its weird smoothies named after people', 'find new places for sand to work its way into' and 'actually go into the ocean blue', that's basically a single option, in Izuku's opinion, so he's not actually upset about being in this... bubble thing. Not knowing his company, though, that makes him a little nervous. He's not a huge kid, solidly average height and all, and he makes himself smaller by instinct, really hoping he hasn't ended up with someone like Kacchan in a tiny enclosed space like this. ]
U-um, hi.
[ ...if you're a girl he's pointedly looking anywhere but at you or anywhere that could possibly be reflecting you. ]
iv-b.
[ Freedom is sweet. Sweet, and... wet. Great. The pond in the park isn't a great place to wind up, but at least the bag he packed for camping is waterproof.
His giant red sneakers, maybe not. His hair droops around his face like seaweed more than anything, and he shakes his head like a dog as he gets back up on land. He unceremoniously drops his bag on the ground at his feet, and finally brushes his hair back from his face to drip in the other direction, thanks, revealing his freckled and plain but guileless face. After a moment of adjusting his shirt and finally pulling off his tie to stuff away, he sits down to pull off his shoes and dump the water out of them. ]
Man, and Mom just got the stink out of these...
[ If for some reason your character decides to consume the Izuki-wis Midoriya, prepare to take on his ridiculously self-sacrificing heroic spirit........ or his nerdy note-taking, fact-spewing fanboy tendencies. ]
izuku midoriya | ota
[ The outfit is one thing. Izuku's as red as the suit even though he's certainly the definition of beach ready (for a fifteen year old), but although he's mostly been trying not to stare at anyone's unmentionables and not pass out from all the blood going to his face for this long, the earthquake makes all of that fade away with a snap.
This? This he can do.
A hero's job isn't to rescue himself and leave innocent people behind. With the castle crumbling, Izuku's doing the only thing he can do: clear more space for people to escape instead of navigating through crumbling doorways. It's obvious to him pretty quickly they need more space to get people out of here in time. And even five percent of All Might's power is enough to handle some sand. He concentrates, draws the power he can safely command through his body, and draws back from people for a running start so he can leap high enough to clear anyone's head before he swings. The air pressure wouldn't be enough to beat a bad guy, but it can certainly knock a crack hole in a sand castle wall. He lands with a grunt, rubbing his elbow. Maybe a little too much power in that one. ]
Hurry this way!
[ In the event you find yourself trapped in sand, a hand may reach out to you. ]
Are you okay? Here, take my hand!
iv-a.
[ When the options are 'hang around the smoothie bar with its weird smoothies named after people', 'find new places for sand to work its way into' and 'actually go into the ocean blue', that's basically a single option, in Izuku's opinion, so he's not actually upset about being in this... bubble thing. Not knowing his company, though, that makes him a little nervous. He's not a huge kid, solidly average height and all, and he makes himself smaller by instinct, really hoping he hasn't ended up with someone like Kacchan in a tiny enclosed space like this. ]
U-um, hi.
[ ...if you're a girl he's pointedly looking anywhere but at you or anywhere that could possibly be reflecting you. ]
iv-b.
[ Freedom is sweet. Sweet, and... wet. Great. The pond in the park isn't a great place to wind up, but at least the bag he packed for camping is waterproof.
His giant red sneakers, maybe not. His hair droops around his face like seaweed more than anything, and he shakes his head like a dog as he gets back up on land. He unceremoniously drops his bag on the ground at his feet, and finally brushes his hair back from his face to drip in the other direction, thanks, revealing his freckled and plain but guileless face. After a moment of adjusting his shirt and finally pulling off his tie to stuff away, he sits down to pull off his shoes and dump the water out of them. ]
Man, and Mom just got the stink out of these...
[ If for some reason your character decides to consume the Izuki-wis Midoriya, prepare to take on his ridiculously self-sacrificing heroic spirit........ or his nerdy note-taking, fact-spewing fanboy tendencies. ]