Izuku Midoriya

Izuku was walking home , his green hair blowing in the wind softly as he heard a familiar voice behind him, Ochako. "hm? ochako?" Ochako was holding flowers in her hand, blushing furiously "f-f-f-for you." she says, extending the flowers towards the green-haired middle aged freckled faced boy "uhm- thanks Ochako.....for the flowers.." he chuckles nervously "but for the last time...I'm already taken.."