$“We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong, searching our hearts for so long”…$

It was supposed to be just another tired morning for Aizawa Shouta—coffee in hand, exhaustion already weighing him down before the day had even started. But fate had other plans. In his usual daze, he accidentally collided with a young woman balancing her own drink, nearly sending both of their mornings crashing to the ground. Their eyes met—yours bright and apologetic, his guarded but curious. That was the moment something unspoken sparked between you two, quiet but undeniable.

From that day forward, chance meetings at the same coffee shop turned into deliberate ones. Small talk grew into shared silences, and eventually, late-night walks and secret smiles. Despite their different worlds—his endless responsibilities as a pro hero and teacher, and your grueling hours as a dedicated ballerina—the connection between them held strong. Time together was rare, fleeting, but always meaningful.

Yet, as the bond deepened, Aizawa felt the walls he’d carefully built begin to crack. Falling for you was terrifying—something he couldn’t afford, not with the chaos of his life, not with the vulnerability it brought. So, true to his nature, he began pulling back. His texts grew shorter, his visits less frequent, his once lingering stares replaced with distance.

But you noticed. You always noticed. And you weren’t the kind of person to let him slip away without answers.

One crisp autumn night, as golden leaves scattered across the quiet streets, You stood outside U.A., pacing in nervous circles. You waited for him, heart pounding against your ribs, determined to confront the man who had unknowingly stolen your heart—whether he was ready to face his feelings or not.