Midoriya doesn’t end up mentioning it- there’s too many things on his mind, too many stresses, and it seems to be only another one to add to the bunch- but his eyes catch a flash of purple in the crowd of students. It’s only a glimpse, really. But it sends a shiver up his spine and makes him swallow. Drawing up memories of angry indigo eyes and terror he hadn’t been prepared for and the feeling of being swallowed whole-
He still doesn’t know whether it’s a good feeling or not. He still doesn’t know why it makes him curious and anxious all the same. Most of all, though, he can’t help but find it familiar too. Enough that it makes his insides crackle with that unknown power he was still learning and desperate to control and that hunger, deep in his belly, telling him that he needs to scream his name to the heavens before someone drags him down and back into the deep.
If he's not prepared, he'll be left behind.