Touch was the language of love.

It was how Hatsume interacted with the world around her. Had been since she was a child. She built her babies, hugged her parents, started machines, wrote the test to get herself into UA, all with her own two hands. She had always been crap with words, and she knew it.

So being in love with izuku, naturally she would try to use her hands. But izuku… he couldn't handle that. Couldn't handle words all that well either.

So what is Hatsume to do? No hands, no words. Well… maybe a gesture could start him on the way? And from there, maybe he could learn something new.

Like how to Touch… like Hatsume did.