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Midoriya is clumsy. Uraraka noticed this back when they first met, when he tripped over his own feet and she had to use her Quirk to stop him falling. He is always tripping over things, his handwriting his messy and he’s really bad at sports, failing at catching the ball every time when their class played soccer that time and he got put in goal.
She knows he is autistic, but his clumsiness doesn’t seem to be related to his autism. After all, Iida is autistic too, and he is not nearly as clumsy as Midoriya. So it mustn’t be related to that after all.
But she concludes that she is just being nosy, so she forgets about it. At least, until one day, when she and the two guys are walking to class one morning and Midoriya trips.
“Careful!” Iida yelps, lurching forwards to grab his arm.
“Deku!” Uraraka says, touching his back and immediately making him float.
And she helps Midoriya into an upright position before lowering him to the floor. He looks at the two of them, smiling sheepishly as he rubs his hands together (his favourite stim, which are actions he does because it soothes him).
“Sorry about that,” he says, laughing awkwardly. “I have the coordination of a single-finned fish.”
Iida smiles, raising his eyebrows as he pushes his glasses up his face (Iida’s favourite stim). “We noticed, Midoriya.”
“Deku?” Uraraka says, leaning closer to her friend. “Is there a reason you’re so… clumsy?”
She hopes he won’t get offended. But Midoriya simply smiles. “Yeah. I’ve got dyspraxia.”
And Midoriya proceeds to explain what dyspraxia is, telling them both about the developmental disability that affects his coordination. And she gives him a hug, turning Midoriya bright red.
“Thanks for telling me,” she says.
Midoriya grins.