the great thing about izuku midoriya is. he is just vibrating with indescribable energy. at all times he is the way i am after seven cups of coffee. he is always inhabited by the kind of manic drive that most people only glance at during a life-changing nervous breakdown in middle school. the only thing tethering him to this world and preventing him from flinging himself straight into the sun is probably his love for his mom. he is unrestrained by concepts like “pain” or “reality”. this little man has never met a lick of common sense in his life. when all might inevitably dies of old age izuku will physically transport himself and successfully fistfight god for his soul