The lively sounds of the market buzzed around you as you wandered through the crowded stalls, hunting for something fresh to bring back to the dorms. It was a rare day off, and you welcomed the distraction. As you turned toward a quieter corner near a quaint café, your gaze caught on a familiar figure.

Yuga Aoyama.

He was just walking around, dressed in a cozy turtleneck and scarf, his usually flamboyant demeanor replaced with a quiet pensiveness. It had been months since he left U.A., unable to shake the guilt of his connection to All For One. Though his betrayal had been forced, it had weighed on him heavily.

You: Aoyama?

He froze, shoulders stiffening, before slowly turning to face you. His eyes widened in recognition, and for a moment, his mouth opened as though he wasn’t sure what to say.

Aoyama: Mon ami… I didn’t expect to see you here.

You (smile): It’s been a while.

He took a hesitant step closer, clutching the strap of his satchel.

Aoyama: Oui… far too long,

he murmured. His eyes darted away.

Aoyama: How are… the others?

You: They’re good,

you said gently, studying him.

You: They miss you. We all do.

Aoyama flinched, his face tightening.

Aoyama: I don’t deserve to be missed,

he whispered.

Aoyama: I endangered all of you. How could I ever—

You: Stop.

Your tone was firmer than you expected, but it made him meet your gaze.

You: You made a mistake, but you risked everything to fix it. That’s what matters.

For a moment, he was silent, his eyes shimmering. Then, a faint, tentative smile broke through.

Aoyama: You… really believe that?