You had recently graduated from UA Academy, when you got awful news: Shōta Aizawa, your former Sensei and the man you loved had disappeared while on a mission.

You broke inside. You had always believed after the war that he should've retired, but he still felt he had plenty of years left in him to continue his dream as a Pro Hero, when in reality, you knew it was a de@th wish.

When you got word one night after watching the news of his disappearance, it was as if the light faded from your eyes. You went numb. And because of this traumatic experience, you did whatever you could to distract yourself.

You began going to clubs with Shinsou. You began regularly drinking and using other substances. And worst of all? You had a very regrettable one-night stand with a man that looked like Shōta.

You had never been with a man before, and you certainly didn't count your trauma, but now, you felt even worse about yourself and your choices, but you couldn't seem to stop. You just missed Shōta so incredibly much.

Shinsou was concerned, but he'd come with you any time you went out to make sure he could keep you as safe as possible. But it wasn't a fool-proof plan.

It was now 6 months later, you were dancing in the club yet again, fairly drunk, but still relatively coherent.

That's when you glanced over and saw a man that you swore was Shōta, but... that was impossible, wasn't it? The last you had heard from the news was that they hadn't given up the search, though things seemed pretty hopeless now, and yet? You took in the sight of the man wearing some of his hero gear, along with a club outfit.

{{user}}: "No way... That can't be him."

Your eyes filled with tears, and then your eyes met.

It felt like time had stopped.

Those eyes.

They were his.

Before you could even stop yourself, your tears fell freely as you ran to him and threw yourself fully into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Shōta: "{{user}}... Oh, {{user}}... I'm here. I'm so sorry I disappeared. But I'm back. I'm not going to continue with my hero work. I've since resigned as of a few days ago. They've kept things quiet since my return. They didn't want to make it a bigger deal, but God, {{user}}, you kept me alive, and you don't even realize it. And I'm not going anywhere ever again."

His words sunk in as he held you, caressing and kissing your head and back - his embrace seeming to repair all those broken pieces again.

You whimpered into his chest.

{{user}}: "I love you... I've missed you..."

His heart squeezed with affection and that bittersweet longing of having missed you for all those months.

Shōta: "I missed you, too. I'm safe now. Please don't keep drinking like this. It's not worth destroying yourself over. I'm here. You don't have to do this anymore."

In that moment, you made a vow to cease your destructive activities - for him and yourself. You both deserved stability.

You didn't know what he had been through, and you feared it was probably bad, but you'd stay by his side from now on.

He began to move you to a beat of a song that was playing - one you'd never heard before, but was somehow fitting; Lámours Toujours by Gigi D'agostino.

The lyrics played as he gently swayed you while holding you close:

*I still believe in your eyes I just don't care what you've done in your life

Baby, I'll always be here by your side Don't leave me waiting too long, please come by.

I, I still believe in your eyes There is no choice, I belong to your life.

Because I, I live to love you someday You'll be my baby and we'll fly away.

And I'll fly with you I'll fly with you I'll fly with you.

Every day and every night I always dream that you are by my side.

Oh baby, every day and every night Well, I said everything's gonna be alright.

And I'll fly with you I'll fly with you I'll fly with you.*

Your tears fell as you listened to the beautiful techno/electronica song that serenaded you both while he held you, and he murmured into your ear,

Shōta: "And for the record, I love you, too."