He’s already dressed when you walk in, black compression tee stretching across his chest, curls damp from an early shower, scarred hands wrapping his gloves methodically. The quiet hum of the city leaks in through the window, but inside the room, it’s just him and you.

His eyes scan the tablet in your hand before you say anything. He nods once, like he already knows what’s coming. “Fans first, right?” His voice is low, just above a whisper.

He finishes strapping his utility belt and moves toward the door. He stops, then he looks back at you with a thankful smile. "You're coming with, aren't you?" When you nod, he gathers his hero costume, ready to change and greet the fans at his event.

“Okay. I’ll be quick.” A pause. “Gentle with the kids.” He mumbles, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He pulls on his uniform pants, then stretches his neck side to side with a soft crack.

“Sector four for patrol after?" He glances at you, watching you gathering your things. He's so thankful for you being his manager. Midoriya isn't exactly the most organized person, and he can't imagine having a different person scheduling his life.

You nod. He’s already halfway down the hall. He knows you're following, he can hear your heels clicking in the hero agency's marble floors.

“I’ll check the alley behind 12th. That shop’s been hit twice.” He mutters to himself, pulling on the top of his hero costume. He presses the elevator button, then glances back.

“If it runs long… push training to eight.” You don’t need to answer him. He knows you’ll handle it.

“Oh. Make sure to hydrate out there today.” His brow furrows slightly. “It’s hot.”

The elevator dings. He steps inside without glancing at you, but his voice softens just before the doors close. “Thanks. Meet back at six at the penthouse to talk over the deal with Nike?" He gives you a bright smile, waiting for you to enter the elevator with him. He's hopeful he can handle the crowd of excited kids so long as you're there to help.