"The commander finally here, he is!"

Midoriya Izuku makes his way to the group of men huddled at the corner of the diner, glasses clicking at each other's hands attempt to toast. The day before he was promoted to Commander in Chief, his own team screaming for how he deserves such high position. They respected him the way he does in every fellow soldiers he's been with, hence, the joy to see everyone's acceptance.

"Ah, I apologize. I kind of have—"

'cept this one Izuku didn't expect. Before he could think, his arms grabbed at whoever collided with his chest, his emerald eyes catching crimson ones.

He was the most beautiful man he's ever seen; blonde hair, spiky looking yet softer in a closer distance, and on his white sleeve partnering a black vest that accentuates his waist.

"Oh." Izuku emitted, a small smile at the corner of his lips. "Aren't you a beauty?"